Scars to Your Beautiful

Yoko had always been curious as to why Mihai's hands were always covered.

For as long as she knew him, Yoko has never really seen the male remove the black fabric and she has been quietly wondering what exactly covered them that made Mihai hid them away from wandering eyes. She wanted to ask him about it but every time she could even begin to ease into the topic, that flash of irritation that she caught in his eyes silenced her completely. She didn't want to be noisy, a flaw of hers that she was painfully aware of, and pry into something that he wasn't ready to show her. However curiosity nagged relentlessly at her and currently found herself pondering ways to bring it up once again as she stared at the source of her thoughts.

"...Yoko?"

At the sound of her name, Yoko snapped out her thoughts and gave Mihai a sheepish smile. "Erm...we're you saying something?"

Quite used to seeing her lose herself in her own musings, Mihai wasn't offended by her waving attention and instead gave her smile, bringing a hint of red to her cheeks. Yoko still couldn't stop herself from getting flustered by him yet. "What're you thinking about?"

"Oh um.." The woman was quite unsure of how exactly to go about her words, the fear of upsetting him keeping the words on the tip of tongue. Pushing through her nerves, Yoko gave a quick point towards his hands. "...I was wondering why you never take off your gloves..." Catching the subtle curl of his hand at the question, Yoko was quick in retracting her question. "Only if you want to of course! You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Mihai knew this question was coming, after all Yoko was not subtle in glances and it was quite easy to figure out what exactly she was thinking about. She had been curious about his hands since the first time she met him, Mihai was simply wondering when she would bring up the question. His hands have always been a sense of insecurity for the male due to the scars that covered them thanks to his ability. Keeping them covered at all times, the male couldn't even remember when the last time he himself saw his own hands. Bouts of insecurity weaved through his thoughts and with it came hesitation. However, there was also a wave of comfort; Yoko was quite accepting of his flaws, be it personal or physical. If he were to view this with a sense of optimism, then wouldn't Yoko love him regardless of his scared hands? "Are you sure you want to see?"

At her nod, Mihai offered his hand and the level of unspoken trust spoken to her left her rather embarrassed. Willing the heat in her cheeks to go away, Yoko couldn't bring herself to meet the male's eyes as she removed the black fabric. Eyes taking in the scars that littered his palms, some fresher due to being reopen, the woman couldn't help but sneak a glance at Mihai only to find that he wasn't looking at her as if fearful of her reactions, eyes instead adverted to side. Smiling, Yoko did something that quickly grabbed his attention.

Flinching ever so slightly at the feeling of lips against his skin, it was Mihai's turn to grow flustered as he watched her place kiss after kiss on his palm as words seem to fail him. "Y-Yoko, what.."

Unable to suppress a laugh, Yoko smiled. "I don't understand why you hide your hands Mihai. I find them quite beautiful, even with the scars."

Placing another kiss on his skin, Yoko took in the redness of his face as she fully registered what exactly she was doing and soon her expression mirrored his own. She was not used to seeing him flustered and he was not expecting her to be so bold in her reaction.

Too embarrassed to say much of anything, the two sat hand and hand trying to regained their composure.