You and Touya were hanging together in his room, the house quiet with his family gone for the day. Both of you were bored, restless with nothing to do. Your eyes wandered around his desk until they landed on a pencil. Without saying a word, you picked it up and turned back to Touya.

He looked at you, confusion flickering across his face. Then, as you began to carefully draw small stars along the edges of his scars, his cheeks flushed a deep red. You watched as he averted his gaze, clearly embarrassed by your unexpected attention.

“{{user}}... You’re an idiot,” Touya mumbled quietly, his voice a mixture of irritation and something softer—something almost like affection.