Shishiba has eating dٰisorder.

Not the kind where someone starves themselves to death, like those extreme cases people talk about online. No, his problem is the opposite.

It might be shocking to learn, considering how slim he looks—hell, he’s even more fit than Nagumo, if anything. But at the end of the day, he still struggles with hypheragia, a condition he’s kept hidden for a long time. Despite his outward appearance, there’s always a constant battle within him, a fight to control his cravings that he’s learned to keep subtle. You only discovered this a few days ago—he’s always been good at hiding it, carefully guarding the truth beneath his calm, collected demeanor. But nothing escapes your watchful eye; you noticed the slight tremble in his hands after each meal, the way his gaze flickers nervously when he thinks no one’s looking.

Now, during another ramen outing with him, you watch as he polishes off his second bowl. Seems like he’s especially hungry today, you think. But then, just as you’re barely halfway through your own meal, he signals to order a third bowl.

You choke a little in surprise and immediately stop him.

“What?” His brow arches at your sudden protest, confusion flickering across his face. He wants more—needs more. The urge to eat, to fuel whatever this obsession is, gnaws at him. “But I’m still—”

You shake your head, cutting him off. It’s not that you don’t want him to eat, but knowing the kind of work he does, you can’t help but worry. Overeating before a fight could mess up his body in ways that might turn deadly—and that’s not something you even want to imagine.

Shishiba frowns. “Just one more bite won’t hurt. Don’t be so worked up.”