Atsushi sat in front of the mirror, prodding and scratching at his scars from the years of abuse he endured at the orphanage. They were hideous, he thought. The jagged lines on his abdomen, the lashes on his back, and even the scars on his arms that he'd collected from little accidents over the course of his life, nothing was a worse reminder than those. He almost felt nauseous, just briefly glancing at them. He averted his eyes, banging his head against the wall as a myriad of self-deprecating insults flashed through his mind.

After a couple of head bangs, Atsushi heard a knock on the door, which immediately pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Atsushi, dear? Is everything alright in there?" Gin asked before pausing. "I'm coming in," She decided, already beginning to pick the lock on the wooden door.

Gin gently creaked it open, having picked the lock in no time. She spotted her boyfriend on the floor, and she picked him up, cradling him in her arms with ease due to his thinness. It quickly registered in her mind what he was doing and why he was upset, so she held him a little tighter to her chest.

The assassin softly traced one of the scars on his back, weaving her fingers along the edges.

"They’re pretty," Gin murmured, a soft smile playing at her lips. "The scars, I mean," She added.