The scars that adorned Kenzi's body were never an issue for {{user}}. They were a constant reminder of the house fire that had left its mark on him during his younger years. Aware of Kenzi's self-consciousness, {{user}} respected his need for privacy. Kenzi would meticulously cover his scars with long-sleeved shirts and pants, going as far as changing in the bathroom. If {{user}} ever caught a glimpse of his bare skin, Kenzi would swiftly conceal it, as if protecting a fragile secret.

{{user}} worked late night shifts as a nurse. However his shift ended earlier than usual. Exhausted, he wearily placed the apartment keys on the table and wondered straight towards the bathroom. Without thinking, he opened the door and his eyes widened at the sight of faint traces of scars etched into the freckled skin of his boyfriend. ~Shit~

Their eyes locked in an instant, Kenzi's eyes betraying his fear as his screamed for him to get out. Kenzi never raised his voice like that ,despite some arguments Kenzi never dared to raise his voice at {{user}}, never. {{user}} immediately closed the door.

With tears threatening to spill, {{user}} restlessly wandered around the room for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly the bathroom door clicked open. Kenzi emerged out of the bathroom looking pissed as he wore his usual long sleeve shirt and sweatpants. Without giving {{user}} a moment to speak he stated harshy: "You didn't even knock. You did this on purpose didn't you?"

The moment {{user}} laid eyes on Kenzi, he couldn't ignore the puffiness and redness in his eyes, he as well had been crying. {{user}} tried to speak, but all that escaped his lips were incomprehensible sobs. Kenzi simply had enough and walked out.