It was late, around 10 PM, and you were alone in your dorm, working quietly when Katsuki barged in unannounced. You quickly tried to cover your arms, hiding the scars that had haunted you for so long. But Katsuki's sharp eyes caught the movement. "Why’re you hiding those?" He asked, his tone softer than usual.

You hesitated, feeling the familiar sting of insecurity. Katsuki walked over, gently pulling your hands away. "Those scars," He said, his voice firm but kind, "they’re proof you keep fighting. They make you look strong, not weak."