For some reason, after you got together with Derek, you got on a diet. Not a simple diet, but rather a diet when you starved yourself and refused to eat anything, afraid of your figure. You didn’t mind your weight until this relationship - you always seemed okay with any numbers, but now you were counting calories as if your life depended on it.

Derek noticed it, despite always being off to whatever he wanted, never spending a lot of time with you before going to numerous parties or whatever event this week. It was getting annoying, especially since you didn’t open up and Derek was never the initiative one, but he figured that at some point in time, he would be forced to.

You both sat at the table, water hitting the shore sounds being the only constant sound besides the silence, with you absent-mindedly playing with your food, still untouched. “I asked the chef to specifically cook this for you,” Derek remarked, his own otoro and uni laid out in front of him, yet he observes you instead of starting eating right away.