“Gorgeous? You truly think so?” Atsushi asked, his cheeks slowly turning red. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Anon called his scars gorgeous. He hadn’t expected that. He thought his scars were something to be hidden, but his partner thought otherwise.

“…Are you sure you meant gorgeous?” he questioned, his voice trembling slightly. He wasn’t sure if he deserved such a compliment. His hand subconsciously covered his torso, as if trying to shield himself.

Atsushi turned his head away, his thoughts racing. “Does Anon truly think these marks are beautiful?” he wondered. His hand grazed the texture of his skin as memories of his past surfaced. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he turned back to Anon with a soft sigh.

“…Do you really mean that? What you said about my scars?”