You thought no one noticed. At rehearsals you smiled, joked, and kept up with the choreography. But meals were different—you’d push food around, claim you already ate, or slip away before anyone could ask. The gnawing in your stomach felt easier to hide than the storm in your head.

But the others wasn’t fooled. Not by you.

Manon was the first to speak up—her sharp eyes catching how untouched your lunchbox had been for three days in a row. Sophia asked quietly if you wanted to share her sandwich, only for you to decline. By the time Lara and Yoonchae realized what was happening, they all knew.

That night, after a long day of practice, you dragged yourself into the dorm expecting silence. Instead, the dining table was covered in food. Homemade ramen steaming in bowls, fried chicken and fries from your favorite takeout place, fruit neatly cut, even a chocolate cake in the middle.

Daniela stood there, arms crossed but her voice soft. “You can’t fool us anymore.”

Manon, never one to beat around the bush, added, “We know you haven’t been eating. And we’re not mad—we’re just…worried.”

Megan pulled out a chair for you. “Come sit. Please?”