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I don't need your help.

Summary:

After Chuuya found Akutagawa severely underweight in a pool of his own blood he decides to take responsibility and help Akutagawa recover.

Notes:

MAJOR TW FOR SELF HARM AND EATING DISORDERS (BULIMIA)

Anyways this is my first fic ever so don't mind if it's bad!! Sorry if their ooc.

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Akutagawa never needed help. He didn't need anyone's help. He would be weak if he asked for help, so instead he resorted to slitting his wrists and purging.

 

Knock Knock

 

 

"Akutagawa, It's me Chuuya. May I come in.??"

 

Fuck.. He can't see me like this. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I looked over to my arms to see multiple thick cuts in my arm. I could see the yellow fat in them with blood gushing out of them. I look over to the door where I could see Chuuyas shadow under the door. 

 

"Akutagawa, I'm coming in.."

 

 

I could hear the worry in his voice. I knew what would happen if I didn't say anything but my body couldn't muster up anything. I rolled over to try to cover my arms out of shame while getting blood all over my shirt. 

 

Click

 

"AKUTAGAWA! ARE YOU OKAY?"

 

"I'm fine.." I mumbled out. I felt my body lift off of the ground as my eyes slowly closed. Maybe from loss of blood or maybe because I was tired.

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"Fuck.. Ow." I groaned as I opened my eyes to see a light in my eyes. I heard someone quickly move their head to look over at me and rush to my side.

 

"YOU SCARED ME! WHAT THE FUCK!!."

 

I look to my left to see Chuuya, with tears in his eyes. "Im sorry.." i say still a bit tired. I look down at my arm and see them bandaged up to my shoulder. I look back to my left, taking in my surroundings. A bowl of soup, a small tv, an arm chair, a mini coffee table, a first aid kit, and a worried Chuuya. 

 

"I made you some soup. You looked super skinny, you don't have to eat it. And when your ready I would please like to talk to you."

 

My heart dropped. I didn't want to talk about anything. I would become weak if I started relying on people. Fuck I didn't want the soup either but if I didn't take it, it would be considered rude. I tried remembering the calories in the soup. Was it 70, no too low, maybe 80. Shit I'll just say 90! What else have I eaten today. Nothing I don't think so I think I should be fine of I eat the soup.

"Thank you chuuya." I mumbled.