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Riddle had finally escaped Floyd, stomach full of cake. All he could think about was the calories. How many calories was that cake? How much did Floyd forcefully feed him again?
He snuck his way into the restroom and pulled a small vial out of his pocket. All it took was a single drop of the disgusting liquid and he could feel everything coming back up. Bent over a toilet, he started to vomit.
It was then he heard the last voice he wanted to hear.
"Goldfishie? Are you okay?"
He felt Floyd's hands pull back his hair. "Did I make you sick with how much I fed you? I'm so sorry, goldfishie."
Riddle started to sob, which made him choke on his vomit.
As soon as he was finished vomiting out his guts, Floyd Floyd helped him up and over to the sink to wash out his mouth.
"Goldfishie, if you're feeling sick, I can take you home so you can rest."
"I'm fine…"
It was then Floyd noticed that Riddle had dropped something. He picked it up and inspected it. It was a small vial with a label reading "emetic potion: take one drop to induce vomiting".
"Goldfishie… are you making yourself vomit? Why?"
Riddle refused to look over at Floyd, or even say a word to him. He felt Floyd hug him from behind.
He never wanted Floyd to find out his little secret. His weight has always been an issue for him. 'I need to control myself,' he'd think as he restricted his diet down to a low calorie count. If he went over, he'd vomit it up as soon as he could. 'I'm controlling myself,' he thought. 'I'm in control of my body and my weight.' His weight kept getting lower, and he kept wanting to restrict further and further and further. He made himself vomit more frequently. As much as he thought he was in control, he very much was spiraling.
"Goldfishie… you don't have to talk now if you don't want to. Let's go back to the party and have fun, eh?"
…
"Floyd, please stop!"
Floyd was again feeding Riddle, this time a healthy proportion of seafood pasta. "But you vomited up the other food, I don't want you to go hungry!"
Yet again, Riddle feared the amount of calories he was being forced to consume. He wanted to rid himself of them. But he doubted Floyd would let him get away with that again.
As soon as Riddle finished the plate, Floyd grabbed his arm and dragged onto the dance floor. Before Riddle could even react, or have time to think about leaving to purge, Floyd pulled him into a dance. "Dance with me, goldfishie!" As they danced, for a moment Riddle forgot about everything but their dance.
Then suddenly Riddle fainted, falling forward into Floyd.
…
As Riddle's eyes fluttered open, he realized he was in Floyd's arms. They were just outside the party, but it was still much quieter than inside.
"Goldfishie, you okay?"
Floyd's worried expression tore Riddle up inside.
"Wanna go get cleaned up and rest? We can go back to my room. It's a bit of a mess, though. Eh?"
Riddle looked up at Floyd, unsure what to say. Before he could answer, Floyd was carrying him towards the Octavinelle dorm.
…
When Floyd stripped Riddle for a shower it was the first time he had seen just how scrawny Riddle was. His ribs showed, his hip bones stuck out, his limbs were like twigs. This worried Floyd, but he didn't say anything in case this upset Riddle.
As they showered together, Floyd placed a gentle kiss on Riddle's forehead. "I love you, goldfishie."
"Floyd… thank you…"
It was then that Floyd noticed that Riddle started to sob again. He sat down on the floor and pulled Riddle into his lap. "Don't cry, goldfishie! I'm here for you."
Floyd kissed Riddle on the cheek and wrapped his arms around them. As the warm water fell over them Floyd held Riddle tightly until he stopped sobbing.
…
Soon, they were in Floyd's room, Riddle in one of Floyd's shirts and on his lap. Riddle sleepily leaned into Floyd's chest.
"Goldfishie, why don't you tell me about why you made yourself throw up?"
"I… I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Okay, you don't have to! Just promise me you'll talk to someone about it, okay?"
Floyd gave Riddle a worried, but soft and loving look. Riddle sheepishly gave a slight nod. "Okay."
…
After some sleepy cuddles, Floyd noticed Riddle yawning.
"Goldfishie, do you wanna sleep?"
Riddle's nod was all Floyd needed to get under the covers and put him next to him. With Floyd's arms around Riddle, he watched as Riddle fell fast asleep.
Floyd didn't sleep just yet, as instead his mind wandered. He was worried about Riddle, and didn't understand this one bit! Why did he want to throw up his food? Doesn't he grow up and get strong? Doesn't he know it's not healthy to be that skinny? But while Floyd didn't understand it, he wanted to help Riddle any way he could.
Eventually, he drifted off to sleep too.
…
He woke up with Riddle still in his arms, still fast asleep. He gently poked at Riddle's face. "Goldfishie, it's time to get up!"
Riddle's eyes opened, and he saw Floyd was picking him and carrying him out the door.
Floyd carried him all the way to the Mostro Lounge kitchen, where he prepared breakfast for the two of them.
After he ate his breakfast and fed Riddle his, they went back to Floyd's room.
Floyd cuddled Riddle and held him closely, not letting him leave to vomit up the breakfast he was fed.
It was almost time for lunch before Floyd finally let Riddle go.
"Goldfishie, please keep your promise and talk to someone! I love you!"
Floyd kissed Riddle on the lips, a gentle and sweet kiss to bid him goodbye for the day.
…
"Sensei, I need to talk to you! I'm worried about goldfishie!"
Crewel looked up from his desk at the eel who entered the room.
"What seems to be the problem, pup?"
"I think goldfishie has been making himself throw up after meals, and he's super skinny too. I've also noticed him not eating most days. Can you have a talk with him?"
"Ah, thanks for letting me know! That is an issue, I'll have to talk with him soon."
Floyd was happy. While he didn't understand what his little goldfishie was going through, maybe Crewel-sensei could help. He just hoped Riddle would keep his promise, and talk to Crewel about it.