[He had no idea. Oh, he'd known it had to be due to some kind of injury, but he'd never imagined . . . this. Something enormous, something so jarring, marring the skin and twisting Toshinori's body in such an obvious way.
Without really thinking about it, he slides his hand down, cool fingers tracing the edge of the scar. They drag over the bumps of his ribs, the curve of his stomach, sliding so carelessly it's as if he's done it a thousand times. He only stops when he reaches the jut of his hip and the edge of his sweatpants.]
You must have been terrified to see him again.
[It isn't pitying. It isn't sympathetic, really. Just a fact.]
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[He had no idea. Oh, he'd known it had to be due to some kind of injury, but he'd never imagined . . . this. Something enormous, something so jarring, marring the skin and twisting Toshinori's body in such an obvious way.
Without really thinking about it, he slides his hand down, cool fingers tracing the edge of the scar. They drag over the bumps of his ribs, the curve of his stomach, sliding so carelessly it's as if he's done it a thousand times. He only stops when he reaches the jut of his hip and the edge of his sweatpants.]
You must have been terrified to see him again.
[It isn't pitying. It isn't sympathetic, really. Just a fact.]