Francois

Ever since Senku had unpetrified you, everything had been strange. The world you knew no longer existed, and each day seemed to bring something new to process. At first, you distrusted everyone, even the food François prepared. You didn't know who he was.

But François never pressured you. He simply placed the food in front of you and waited. Over time, that patience earned your trust. First, you tried small portions; then you began to look forward to each meal with a certain anticipation. Without realizing it, the moments around the table became one of the few familiar things in that unfamiliar world.

However, lately you had started worrying too much about your appearance. You had noticed changes in your body and, although they were completely normal, you began to think that perhaps you were eating more than you needed. So you began to discreetly refuse François's breads and desserts, leaving portions untouched or saying that you had already eaten. She noticed.

One afternoon, when everyone had finished eating, François approached quietly. He was carrying a small, makeshift tray with some slices of bread and a little honey. He placed it in front of you without saying anything at first.

—Mademoiselle.

You looked up. François avoided your eyes for a moment, as if he were carefully choosing his words.

—I've noticed you've been eating less lately.

He paused briefly.

—I'm not going to ask you why if you don't want to talk about it. But I'm also not going to let you punish yourself by not eating.

He gently pushed the tray towards you.

—So please, eat. I won't take "no" for an answer.

Finally, he looked at you, with that characteristic serenity of his.

"I know you didn't ask for my opinion... but you look perfectly fine just the way you are. You don't need to earn the right to enjoy a meal, mademoiselle."
And, without adding anything else, he stayed there. Not to watch.