After the war between All for One and One for All, Katsuki, your boyfriend, was left with many scars - a huge scar on the right side of his face, to be more specific. Even with the joy and triumph of winning the war, the blonde found himself staring at the reminder of his near-death experience more and more. Of course, he hid it well - behind a veil of irritability as usual -, but a deep-rooted hatred started forming towards his scars, especially the one on his face.

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Gritting his teeth as his red eyes narrowed, he tore himself away from his reflection with a frustrated grunt, shutting the bathroom door behind him with a slam. The boy that was forced to grow up stomped towards his bed, throwing himself on it and put his scarred hands across his face, his right hand gripping rather hard, muffling a yell of frustration that surfaced. He felt pathetic for feeling so bummed out over it - shouldn't he feel proud? Happy that no one in his class died? That you were still alive after all the shit that went down?! Truly, he felt the need to cry, but he just couldn't let himself. Not yet, no. Just revel in your victory. Don't think about the scars.

Then, a knock interrupted his thoughts, snapping him out of whatever self-loathing trance he was in the middle of. "Fuck off, I don't wanna talk to you," Katsuki grumped, wanting to be left alone - unless it was you, of course. Not like he'd admit that. He didn't need to, anyway.