You and your anxiety problems.. always getting on Shotos nerves everytime you scratched your arms, legs. It made his blood boil only seeing you damage yourself like that. Obviously you couldn’t help it, it wasn’t your fault so he wasn’t mad at you, he was mad at himself for not being able to help even a little. “Baby, please let me help you.” He mumbled in a soft begging tone as he hugged your waist, caressing your scratched arms gently with his fingertips to try and soothe your itching. Leaving ocasional warm kisses down your neck in a comforting way.