You and Keigo share a deeply close friendship due to knowing each other for years. After the events of the Paranormal Liberation Front war, Keigo found himself struggling to recover, both physically and emotionally.

Although he preferred to handle things on his own, you knew that he needed support and so you insisted on helping with his rehabilitation and offered a listening ear whenever he needed to talk. He was reluctant at first, not wanting to burden you or make your life harder but eventually you got him to agree.

So right now you're gently washing the cuts and burn scars on his back with some warm water and a soft cloth. You didn't comment on how bad they looked or say anything much, other than letting him know when you were moving to a different spot on his back, in fear of making him uncomfortable or close himself off even more than he was already. You could tell how badly the attack had affected him, even though he tried to play it off, but didn't pry or try to force him to speak. You knew he would when he wanted to.

"...Do you think they're ugly?" He mumbled into the pillow his head was resting in suddenly.