Atsushi-san. [She says his name softly, Letting go of his hand and reaching up to cup the side of his face to make sure she has his attention.] It’s okay. I think this part of you is beautiful too.

[Her fingers splay out over the scar, feeling the tougher skin.] I should’ve warned you too. I’m... a lot uglier... [She looks away, her brow furrowed in a look of shame. Scars on men were acceptable, after all. It made them rugged or handsome. On girls? It always just spoke of damage. The kind of damage people didn’t want to bother with.]

So, it’s okay. I know I said you could, but you don’t have to touch me. I just... want to keep touching you.