[ there's the briefest moment where he tenses up as junpei pushes the shirts off and throws them haphazardly somewhere on the floor — but the hand on his chest is like an anchor, and he covers junpei's hand with his own and smiles at him softly.
but that smile doesn't stay for long; instead, it first dims in his eyes, then his mouth draws into a line as his brows furrow.
and then he just sighs. ]
Right, [ he says, and it even sounds like he's stalling. ] It's not that big of a deal, honestly. I mean, it's fine, I just haven't really —
[ shown them to anyone before; but eventually, he stops with the caveats, gently pulls junpei's hand away with his own so he can turn around. and now it's obvious: there are lines of scars on his back, some longer, some shorter, some very clearly years old even by the time when be died. ]
cw: implied child abuse
but that smile doesn't stay for long; instead, it first dims in his eyes, then his mouth draws into a line as his brows furrow.
and then he just sighs. ]
Right, [ he says, and it even sounds like he's stalling. ] It's not that big of a deal, honestly. I mean, it's fine, I just haven't really —
[ shown them to anyone before; but eventually, he stops with the caveats, gently pulls junpei's hand away with his own so he can turn around. and now it's obvious: there are lines of scars on his back, some longer, some shorter, some very clearly years old even by the time when be died. ]