scars.

a heavy word, to each their own on the interpretation. for dazai, your boyfriend, it was the main reason why he covered himself in bandages like a mummy. but to you, none of that mattered. and you wanted to make sure he knew that.

one of the ways were helping him rewrap himself in bandages whenever he needed to change them. at first, he was skeptical about it. after all.. no one had really seen him without his bandages. it filled him with a sense of unease, pooling deep in his guts. but he forced it down, knowing you only wanted to assist him for the best of it.

and tonight was one of those times. you both had finished taking a shower to refresh for the evening, which meant he had to replace the current bandages he had on. you two sat on the bed, with him shirtless and a pair of dark grey sweatpants on. he took the bandages off himself, then let you add the new ones. he watched your delicate fingers move around, each touch, each contact, sending tingles throughout his entire body.

a sense of comfort enveloped him — he always felt safe in the palm of your hands, loved how gentle you were, how soft-spoken you were when the time called for it. after observing for a while, having finished wrapping new bandages around his neck, collarbone, shoulders, and arms, he blinked, looking at how the bandages flex around your fingers for further coverage in your body.

then, without thinking, he slowly took your hand, his fingers looming over yours. he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, eyes closed as he interlocked your hands. his half-lidded gaze landed on you.

"thank you, baby."