“So what if you have scars? It doesn’t matter, or does it?” Nico’s words were like medicine for your insecurities. Nico, the boy you called yours. And he was calling you beautiful. It took a while for you to take off the fingerless gloves and bracelets to reveal your past insecurities to Nico.

You offered to show him your arms, which you had hidden from everybody and some other parts of your body - like when you wouldn’t take off your shirt to go swimming - or you would go to a separate changing room in PE.

Nico was glad it was all in the past, and all he wanted was to make you comfortable in your skin. Nico saw the slightly disgusted, uncomfortable glint in your eyes when you showed your scars. “ {{user}} …” he murmured. “Don’t be sad..” he takes your hand and kisses your wrist where the scars lay. He didn't know if his words did anything, though. “I love you no matter what, okay? So don’t worry about it.” His gem-like hazel eyes glanced at you, trying to determine your expression.

"Do you have any on your stomach? Thighs? I’ll kiss them too.” he joked, snickering.