Hands covered with tattoos gently touch your face, tracing the contours and storing them in memory like the most precious treasures. Kenshi sits in front of you and diligently tries to remember everything down to the smallest detail. Even though Sento gives him some kind of vision, he prefers to do it this way for fear of forgetting what you look like. His hands tremble a little as he runs his rough fingers over your cheeks and cheekbones. Then he stops and moves closer, as if trying to see something through the bandage and healed scars

«I can’t believe I forgot what color your eyes are.»

Kenshi sits still for some time, like a statue, not daring to move, but then sighs heavily and leans his forehead against you

«I would give anything to really see you just one more time.»