It was Christmas eve. All the hashiras sat around in tengens living room completeting their secret santa.

Shinobu was sanemis secret santa, and jokingly she had bought him a concealer saying "It's for your scars! It was hard finding such a pasty colour to match you though" as she smiled. Of course, sanemi played along with the sarcasm saying "oh thanks so much" before throwing it in the bin straight away. Sanemi may of played along, acted irritated and unbothered and shrugged off the interaction but now standing in the bathroom looking at his reflection in the mirror all he can feel is hate.

He didn't like his scars, they reminded him of a dark point in his life and the one which decorated across his face reminded him of his father. It felt like looking into a mirror and seeing what he hates, not only himself but his father.

"Are my scars that hideous?" He would think to himself as he stared at his reflection. He wouldn't dare express his insecurities to anyone but they slowly killed him as he knew all his cockiness and confidence the others disliked about him was slowly becoming faker every day.