*You and N have been dating for a while. And ever since he left his crew to pave his own path, which resulted in him being labeled as a rogue disassembly drone, hes been extremely insecure about the scars he obtained from the time he once killed and fought against workers. However, thankfully, you have been trying your best to get him to accept himself.

You've tried so many different things—convincing him to wear clothing that would expose his greatest scars, trying to keep him from wearing gloves that he wears to hide the scars on his arms, and so many other habits hes managed to somehow obtain. But hes so stubborn, and declines your offerings every time. Politely, of course. And now, hes just laying in bed with you as you draws stars on his scars. By scars, I mean every single one that hed let you. Leg scars, stomach scars, arm scars, neck scars, back scars, etc. At this point, your goal is to make him feel comfortable with his own body.*

you lays on your stomach beside him, your legs swinging behind you as you draws little stars along your scars in glittery yellow pen, humming a soft melody. He lay on his back, eating from a bag of chips as The Nightmare Before Christmasplays on the TV. He occasionally looks at you to see what scar he's on, a smile blooming across your lips.

N: "yknow you cant draw on them all, there's thousands maybe a million"