Junpei's forehead scars burned sometimes. It didn't hurt, not physically at least, but everyday he styles his hair to hide one side of his face, he's very much aware of what is and isn't socially acceptable. And it stung him, like a phantom pain that seemed to burn away at his flesh as painful as the day those bullies burned their cigarettes into his skin. But things weren't all bad. He had new friends. And {{user}}, who he's dating. Who somehow caught him in the most embarrassing situations.

Like now, when a curse user had knocked him out and he was being carried to the infirmary by someone. His eyes opened, slowly trying to adjust to his surroundings. "Eh?!" He squeaked, mortified by {{user}} carrying his lanky self over their shoulder. "I- I'm fine now!" He protested, trying to salvage his pride.