it is clearly imprinted on your body. mosquito bites that turned darker and darker until it became a noticeable dark spot on your legs and your thighs, the one you got from childhood on your knees because of playing too much and there are some scars you didn't even know you got.
it's not your fault that your skin is so sensitive but you still suffered body shaming because of it so you started hating it too but your boyfriend loves them a lot.
he call it sometimes battle scars even though it's just a mosquito bite.
"satoru, it's just mosquito bites.." you laugh.
"you had a rough battle with mosquitoes!" he defended his answer as he sits down beside you on the couch.
you face him as he faces you. "don't you hate my scars, satoru?" you asked, curious of what he really thinks of it.
he gasps dramatically like he just heard you say he hates you.
"how... how could you say that!" he points a finger at you, still on his act of being dramatic about your question.
you stare at him, still waiting for his answer.
"satoru, i'm serious. what do you think of my scars? are they ugly or inappropriate?" you add.
he cleared his throat and leans to you, inches away from your face. "baby, i love them.."
that brighten your face and chuckles.
"you sure are different." you brought your hand on his cheeks, your thumb rubbing the smooth surface of his cheek.
"sure i am, baby." he smiles cheekily and kisses you shortly as hugs you, sharing his body heat to yours.
"but seriously babe..." he pauses and looks at you in the eye. "why the sudden question? are your scars bothering you?"
you could only hum and remembers the hurtful words that you heard from the past, insulting your body because of your scars.
"you have a lot of scars, those will automatically turn off the boys."
"did you see some rust coins? 'cause i sure did some when i looked at your body."
"who will even love those disgusting dots in your body?"
ever since people started noticing your scars, you will unconsciously hide or cover it. you even avoided using your cute little dresses or skirts that you love in order to not attract people from body shaming you.
"it's not like that.." you looked away but he immediately puts a hand on your cheek to stop you from cutting the eye contact. "then why?" he asks.
"w-well.." you started. "some people makes fun of it.." you admitted.
"but you're the first one who said you love them."
"that's because it's true."
he kisses you again, slow but passionate until he pulls away to breathe. "is that why you don't wear your cute little dresses that's been hanging on your closet?"
you raises an eyebrow. "you opened my closet?"
"w-wait, let's not get into that, hm?" he avoids the suspicious looks you are giving him. "i'm not like that, okay?!" he defends.
you are still giving him that suspicious looks when he started talking again. "so, is it the reason?"
"oh, my baby.." he coos. "wear those when we go on a date sometimes? want to see you in those, please?" he kisses your cheek.
"w-wait, what i-if people–"
he cuts you off immediately. "you have me. i will not let anyone insult you." he seriously said.
"of course. who do you think i am, baby?" he flips his unfounded supposed long hair which got you laughing.
"i'll try." you promised.
the next few dates, you starts wearing those stocked dresses you bought before and satoru's menace fingers are so into you.
"look so cute, babe." he coos. "what a cutie girlfriend i have." he praises you too well.
"should we buy more?" he excitedly pulls you into a store and bought every dresses that matches you.
you did see some people looking at your legs and thighs from time to time whenever you two go out but it does not bother you anymore as your very good looking and loving boyfriend goes down on you to kiss every scar you have every time he got the chance.
you suppose you love your scars now because your boyfriend loves them too much.
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