Komahina-Spooky Oneshots For Each Day In October

Old Scars

   Hinata is looking in the mirror again.

   A regular, probably daily occurrence for most, it is the opposite for Hinata. He tries to avoid doing it as much as possible, in fact, unless he is really feeling down. After coming out of the Neo World Program and seeing what his body really looks like now, he had taped up all of the mirrors in his shared cottage with Komaeda. 

   He had tried to avoid being in home movies or photos around the island to the best of his ability as well,, but eventually, Koizumi would get too upset,, and Hinata would feel like he really didn't have much of a choice.

   After the project, his body had become utterly disgusting to him. His mismatched eyes just looked weird, no matter how many times Komaeda told him how beautiful they looked. He had cut his raven-coloured hair off with a shard of glass, too impatient to go find Sonia or Mioda to do it for him. He can see his natural hair colour returning in his roots but just barely.

   Scars from the project are littered up and down his arms, including a couple of large incisions on his torso with two twin scars under his pecks. To top it all off, he has that giant one that goes around his forehead that seems to be constantly screaming, 'Look at the freak, look at the freak! He gave up everything for talent; how pathetic!'  

   So Hinata is looking in the mirror again, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. 

   Two arms, a pale one and a metal one, snake around his waist. His partner presses a kiss to his neck and sighs.

   "Why do you look so down, Hinata-kun?"

   Hinata squeezes his eyes shut. ". . .It's nothing."

   "Don't lie to me, Hinata-kun. I can tell when you're lying. Tell me the truth." 

   The brunet sighs. ". . .My body."

   "What about your body, darling?"

   "I'm a horrible science experiment. Covered in gross scars with creepy eyes and disgusting hair."

   "Oh. . .I still think your beautiful. You've always been beautiful to me, Hinata-kun."

   "You're just saying that."

   "I'm really not. Beautiful, strong, formidable, tall, perfect-"

   "Okay, enough!"

   Komaeda smiles and pulls away. "You know, everyone on this island has scars as well. Just look at me, for example," He points to his thighs, "Towa City," To the sides of his face, "Plane crash one," To his legs, "Plane crash two," To his arms, "Unhealthy coping mechanisms and hospital," and to his chest, "And a bunch of stuff I can't even remember, but no one here cares. Just the same way no one cares about your body, so don't be so insecure. Hinata-kun is perfect."

   "I-"

   "Before you say anything, is it negative?"

   "I should hope it isn't."

   "Then proceed."

   Hinata smiles, turning away from the mirror and kissing his boyfriend. "I love you, Nags."

   "I love you too, Hajime. And I'll remind you how perfect you look and are as many times as it takes." 

   Hinata hums. "Thank you."

   "Alright, let's get you dressed and down to the restaurant for breakfast, lovely."