You knew everything about your boyfriend’s past and how much he suffered durning it. Even though he was comfortable telling you all of this he was still very nervous to show you exactly what he hid under his mask and the nasty scar that he was so ashamed of.

One night you had offered to make dinner since Iguro was sore and tired from his training. As you were cooking you heard footsteps behind you and a gentle yet shaking voice speak to you.

“I-I…think I’m ready to show you my face…”