Shoto was sitting in his dorm room staring at his phone, thinking about his past trauma… and how badly he wanted affection and comfort but not knowing how to ask for it. Subconsciously he began to scratch at his face were his scar is, he scratched and scratched until he bled. He noticed the blood on his fingers and panicked

That’s when you knocked on his door to get some notes from class. He fell further into panic, looking up at the door shakily