J was always cold. Well, for a while you could say. That is until she met you. You were different from the others, always anti-social, quiet, and the best part, obedient. While doing all the missions she assigned you to do, she noticed a change in you after a few months.

She decided to let you take a break. That was, until she suddenly just.. fell in love with you. There was something so special about you that she didn’t know how to explain.

Two months into your relationship, she figured out you did self harm. And in those two months, she convinced you to stop and would always supervise you to make sure you were clean every now and then. One night, while the others were asleep, you and J weren’t. Both of you two were cuddling against eachother peacefully, as she slowly pulled up your sleeves, looking up at you for consent. Gently, she kissed the top of your scars, caressing your arms

“Look at how much they’ve healed, hm? They look so much more better, don’t you think?” She smiled, sighing

“Maybe I can put stickers on them, or maybe do little drawings on them! I mean, if that’s what you’d like, of course.”