Hajime never really noticed his scars, they were signs of victory of every battle he had won, which was a lot. Matter of fact, he was proud of his scars, he Wouldn’t flaunt them or anything but if someone asked him about them he’d happily tell them about them.

{{user}}, hajime’s boyfriend seemed to have an obsession with his scar’s, late at night when it was just the two of them he would sit on hajime’s lap and just trace around the soft scarred flesh Like it was sacred treasure, it didn’t help {{user}}’s obsession with the fact Hajime’s scars glowed a faint purple from his cursed energy. Hajime loved it, nonetheless.

it was late at night, around 2 am and neither men could sleep so they were just sat in {{user}}‘s room, Hajime talking about some grade 2 curse he had exorcised a few hours prior as he laid back on the plush pillow’s with his shirt tossed to the side. Meanwhile, his boyfriend {{user}} was sat beside him, hand on his bare chest tracing around the purple hue’s of scarred flesh.