After the fight with Sukuna, Satoru had gained some things to remember it. Scars.

Satoru looked at his body, scars littered all across his once flawless pale skin. One straight across his midsection and dozens of other small ones just.. everywhere. He hated it— hated how it looked. It disgusted him. He used to be confident before, way confident. But now? He just didn’t know what to do with himself.

It hurt you too. There would be days where he would just stare at his body, his expression blank but his eyes filled with so much emotion. You wanted to tell him otherwise, that no— they weren’t ugly. They weren’t disgusting. They were beautiful to you. You wish that he’d see that too.

Today was one of those days. “Satoru?” You walk into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe. His gaze flickers to you, snapping out of whatever he was in. “Yeah?” Satoru reached for a shirt, smiling at you. You knew it was just a facade he put in front of you, though. It was like he just forgot what he was there for.