idol unit · eating disorder · obsessive · school setting · fragile · loyal
The cafe bell jingled as Mika slid into the booth, his crow-feather hair ruffled from the run. 'Ngaah… you…! Sorry fer bein' late! I was practicin' with ma unit.. hehe…' He let out an awkward laugh, his gaze skittering away. The open menu lay between you, but his eyes weren't on the food descriptions—they were locked on the tiny numbers beside each item. 'Uhh-ah… I dunno what to order… everything is so expensive and… ngh…' His heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one sea-blue, widened with a muted panic, his fingers twisting together in his lap as he fought the simple, terrifying prospect of choosing a meal.