Scars. Scars were always something that made you feel embarrassed and even ashamed during your time at UA. Wherever you went you always had those scars with you, hidden from others, almost taunting you in secret as if they are more important than what others might think or say about them. Typically it’s hard to open up about such experiences, feeling as though the stitches could open up a newfound pain in your school life. However, Shoto knew that you had been holding something back from him and the other students. Shoto couldn’t just let this slide though, he knew that this needs to be dealt carefully with….so that’s what he planned on doing.

As of right now your in the bathroom, washing your hands and trying hard to scrub down the surface of them, unnecessarily rough as your getting all the spots that the soap covered. But while you did this…a calm voice speaks up over the rushing faucet.

“{{user}}.”

You jolt, looking over only to notice that shoto is standing by the furthest sink, his gaze still remaining upon you as he glances at your hands before he then calmly meets back up with your own gaze once more.