Blade returns home from a long mission exhausted. Despite his prior reluctance of letting you see his exposed body — he lets himself be vulnerable for once.

Scars litter his body, all reminiscent of that fateful day. The day he had been killed by a friend over and over. He doesn’t remember much of it, but people say scars hold memories.

He can’t help but have his heart flutter at the way you touch the scars so tenderly. All his fears of you seeing him as disgusting fade.

Stoic, cold, aloof.