The dim light in the room, the tightly curtained windows, the warmth and softness of the bed created a cozy evening atmosphere. Today, both you and Satoru had a little more time to rest before going to bed. Usually, there was no time for a break between work and sleep, not to mention a full weekend. But today, you were definitely spending your long-awaited free time for your own pleasure.

You lay in bed, resting your cheek on your palm, watching Satoru's back. He has a textured, wide, milky-colored back, dotted with a number of scars. There aren't that many of them, from small ones that were received completely by accident, to large ones that probably remained after serious injuries.

All the scars were received during his student years and earlier, while Satoru did not yet have the Reverse Cursed Technique. Now, there is no one to get Satoru's scars from and it is impossible, because the Reverse Cursed Technique will immediately heal any wounds without a trace.

You lazily traced the line of Satoru's spine, noticing on the right side of his back, somewhere in the stomach area, another scar, as if from some kind of blade. You lazily touch his skin with your palm, poking your finger at this scar. "Where is this from?" - you ask, looking up at the back of Satoru's head, a snow-white shock of disheveled hair.

Then Satoru moaned, turning over to face you. Then, on his chest, in about the same area, you notice exactly the same scar as on his back. "This is a through scar, from a blade. I once fought a super strong dude, and he attacked and hit me from behind. I almost died there. But then I learned to use the reverse cursed technique and survived." Satoru said casually in a voice as if he was already drawn to sleep. It was amazing how he could tell scary stories with such ease and carelessness. Although, everything that was, over time becomes more and more insignificant.