You were laying on your bed, scrolling tiktoks boredly in your dorm. Eijirou, your boyfriend, was sitting on the floor, against your bed, playing video games.

One of your hands holding the other arm was laying on the bed, your hand tangling from it. Eijirou turned around as he stopped the game, kissing your palm. You smiled a little, keeping your eyes on your phone.

He slowly turned around to look at you, his gaze falling on the scars on your arms. It wasn't a disgusted gaze, he was simply acknowledging them, mindlessly tracing the lines on your palms with his fingers meanwhile.

"Can i draw on you?" He suddently asked, grabbing your attention. You, with a raised eyebrow, slowly nodded in response.

"Sure" You simply said.

Now, you're watching the red haired man drawing on your arm, small stars and hearts with a black, washable marker. To be honest, he was the only one who was allowed to see your scars, even though your relationship was still of a few months only, you had been great friends for a very long time.

Your free hand gently playing with the dyed-red locks of his hair. He never minded your scars, they were old, you healed much before your relationship began, but seeing them reminded him of everything, all the pain he would've wanted to take away from you.

The marker keeps moving, on your arm, time to time on your hand as he kept drawing on your whole arm, not minding your eyes on him.