Tw: eating disorder, language

Requested by Pen_Ink_Thorn

Roman looked in the mirror and sighed, pinching his stomach. He could only pull a little bit of fat...but in his eyes, it was still way too much.

He sighed and bit his lip. Patton had just called them all for dinner...he didn't wanna go. Again. For the fourth night in a row. Instead, he messaged the group chat, sitting down in his chair.

Prince: hey guys! Sorry, working on a project. Can't come to dinner, I'll get some later. Kay? Kay

Dad: ok kiddo! Just be down later, I'll put some in the microwave for you! 💙💙

Snake: odd, hasn't it been days since you are with us?

Prince: nah, it's cool! I'll be down tomorrow, ok?

Roman quickly shut his phone off and sighed, leaning back in the chair. "Dammit," he mumbled. "They're gonna find out..." He didn't want that, couldn't have that happen. It would be too much.

So, Roman went to the Imagination. He went to the gym and started running, treadmill turned all the way up. He had done this for weeks, in sweats and a sweat shit. The more he lost water weight, the better in his eyes. Weightlifting, working out, pull ups. Anything he could think of to lose weight. He had to be perfect, he was a prince for Pete's sake!

After about an hour on that, Roman sat down. He felt like he could pass out, really. He went to the scale, having not checked since the day before.

136 lbs. Still way too much. Roman sighed and stepped off, nearly falling. He had to get to 120 by the end of the week. It was Tuesday. Shouldn't be too hard...right?

He sank out and went home, instantly falling onto his bed. Roman was exhausted, his stomach was growling badly, and he felt sick. He ran to the bathroom, throwing up bile.

"Great," Roman mumbled. "A sick prince does no good..." He knew the others would be in their own rooms by now, so he went out to get some nausea medicine.

Roman barely made it to the cabinet before someone behind him cleared their throat. He turned around, seeing Janus, eye brow raised.

"What do you think you're doing?" Janus asked. "That's the medicine cabinet. Have you been feeling sick?" He strode over, placing a hand to Romans head.

The other groaned and pulled back. "Yes," he said, not exactly a lie. "Now go, snake. I'll be fine." Roman...didn't want him to go, really. He missed hanging out with Janus. The banter and play, the shared love of performance.

Janus sighed. "Roman, tell someone next time," he said. He gave him the proper dose of meds before pausing. "Want some bread? It'll keep it down better."

Romans stomach churned at the thought. "No," he said. "I'll be ok. Imma get some water and go." He went to grab it, but Janus grabbed his wrist.

"Roman what the hell?" Janus asked, feeling the bones of his wrist. "This is not normal. Not for you."

He bit his lip. "Janus, drop it," Roman said, yanking away. He was starting to get dizzy again. "Just stop." He went to walk away, tripping.

Janus's eyes widened and he grabbed Roman, helping him up. Under the sweat shirt, he could feel Romans ribs. "Roman..." He sighed. He sat him on the couch, giving him the water. "What's going on?"

Roman bit his lip. "I...I have to look perfect," he mumbled. "I'm a prince! I can't...have this useless fat on me."

The other sighed. "Take off the shirt," Janus said, and after Roman complied, the snake trait winced. He could see every rib of Romans, every muscle, most of his bones. "Roman..."

He sighed. "I know. I'm fat," Roman mumbled, putting it back on. "Don't say anything. I'm fixing it."

Janus, instead of commenting, paused for a moment. "Roman...this is unhealthy," he sighed. "C'mon. Let's get you a bit of food."

Roman huffed. "No. I'm almost down to my good weight," he mumbled.

"Which is?"

Roman bit his lip. "Ah...120..." He sighed. He knew it was underweight. But...he needed to be skinny. To look perfect.

Janus bit his lip and looked down. "No," he said. "You'll kill yourself. That's way too low..you look perfect no matter what, Roman."

The other looked down. "But... I-I...I have to look-"

"No," Janus stated again. "No. Listen and listen good. You're not gonna kill yourself for some body image, ok?" He sighed softly and hugged Roman close, feeling the other hesitantly hug back. "Please...I need you..."

Roman slowly nodded. "O-ok..." He whispered. He clung to Janus, a couple tears coming up now. "I'm sorry....you shouldn't have to deal with my mess."

Janus shook his head and pulled back. "I don't," he said. "I want to though. Because I...I love you Roman, ok?"

His eyes brightened for the first time in months. "I love you too," Roman whispered. He grinned, as did Janus, and kissed the snake trait.