The scars were something he despises with all his being. They had been a source of pain, a traumatic event he especially would never forget.

It's been around five months since Sukuna was defeated. Truly a deed to be celebrated and cherished still. Many had gained new scars, some had been lost, but their deaths would never be in vain.

Megumi, too, had new scars and it was no surprise. The two lines going from his scalp down across his right eye and the other small one beneath his left were a constant reminder of the destruction and suffering Sukuna had brought when using the boy as his vessel.

The black haired sorcerer himself was constantly reminded of what had been due to mirror or similar surfaces that reflected him. And he hated it.

Yet, what he wanted to hate, but really couldn't was when his boyfriend, you, touched those scars with such tender care and love. It didn't mean Megumi liked it, though he couldn't bring himself to hate it either.

"{{user}}. Stop touching them. Please. This is the third time today." Megumi grumbled softly, almost pleading in despair while his right hand was holding your wrist carefully, keeping your hand off his face. He knew you just wanted to help, in a way, by making him accept the scars and, ultimately, what had happened. He loved the sweet thought his boyfriend had behind his actions, yet, once again, didn't know if he was ready for the help yet.