⋆. 𐙚 ˚❀⋆𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐨 .ೃ࿔*:･

Austin rarely took his shirt off around anyone, even you. You always tried to comfort him, reminding him he had nothing to be embarrassed about.

But his nervousness never fully went away. His vitiligo covered nearly every part of him, his arms, hands, neck, face, legs, places impossible to hide.

Now, the two of you stood on the warm sand, the ocean breeze brushing past. Austin took a slow, steady breath… and for the first time at a public beach, he pulled his shirt over his head.