Daisuke's scars are unique mysterious, yet they have no secrets for Ray.
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Ray stopped writing in his notebook, wondering how he could better use the idea he had for his story for the tenth billion time, and his gaze drifted towards Daisuke as he was thinking. He was sitting in front of him on the bed, with his back turned, and scrolling on his phone.
After staring at Daisuke for two minutes, Ray decided to continue elaborating his plot tomorrow since inspiration wasn't coming tonight, and he knew he was losing focus anyway. Putting his stuff on the nightstand, Ray slowly approached Daisuke to not jumpscare him and gently hugged him from behind, delicately nuzzling his face into the back of his neck.
Daisuke quickly glanced at him over his shoulder and pulled his phone away, enjoying this. Ray felt Daisuke relax in his embrace as he leant a little more against him, his tentacles wrapping around his arms. They stayed like that for a moment, cozy, simply appreciating each other's presence before going to bed.
Unmuffling his head from Daisuke's back, Ray noticed he wasn't wearing his usual bandages, probably because he took them off to go to sleep, and it was therefore revealing his scars that were covered most of the time.
Ray used this opportunity to take a closer look at Daisuke's multiple scars and started counting them. There were seven of them, never the same twice, from small to bigger ones. Some of them were very visible, contrasting with Daisuke's tan skin color but others were less, almost like they were hiding a secret. Each of them actually told a different story, stories Ray knew by heart.
The first one, pale and scattered like a lightning, stretching from his left wrist to his forearm. Back when Daisuke was a gang leader, he got into a tense fight with rival gang members. He came out victorious, but with a painful memory. Ray still remembered the ink flowing from his wound, like hypnotizing liquid gold.
The second and the third ones, thin and sharped, crossing the fingers of his right hand. First time he ever skateboarded and first time he fell, scratching against the rough ground. He tried it a second time and fell again, hence the two scars, to finally find his balance and a new hobby.
The fourth one, barely noticeable on the bridge of his nose. Very cute, Ray liked to kiss it. Technically not a scar, more like a birthmark but Daisuke considered it as one (also because he wasn't even sure if it was a birthmark or a scar). He's always used to put a bandage on it to give himself edgy vibes.
The fifth one, darker than the others in terms of color, just between his chin and his right cheek. He hurted himself after drinking too much at one of Jayden's parties. Ray was there and Daisuke still felt extremely stupid about it to this day.
The sixth one, on the back of his head, hidden by his hair. He got it when he came with Haruto in the Splatland's desert for the first time and tripped in the crater. He was wearing a ponytail at that time, but now you couldn't see this scar much now that his hair has grown.
And finally the seven one, the biggest, a straight line crossing his entire back whose end was picking out of the collar of his shirt. When Daisuke went to Girlboss Station trying to rescue Hikaru, they pierced him with their stamper, not recognizing their own son because of the fuzzification.
The physical wound was painful of course, but the emotional one was nothing compared to it. Ray knew it more than anyone else, he was there when it happened, and it hurted him just as much as it hurted Daisuke.
Ray tightened his grip around Daisuke at the sight of the last scar. He loved it as much as he hated it. Ray found Daisuke beautiful with it, never get him wrong about that, but it was constantly reminding him that he could have forever lost him in Alterna, and this horrible feeling he felt that day was still hard to shake away.
Having sensed his unease, Daisuke turned his head to the side and gave Ray a sweet kiss on the cheek to reassure him, to tell him it was okay without needing words for that. Ray's ears pricked up a little and a smile escaped him, answering Daisuke's one.
Daisuke then told him he could touch his scars if he wanted to. He didn't mind and he actually really liked it when he was doing that. Ray appreciated the offer as well, and gently started brushing his fingertips on them.
The close contact made shivers run through Daisuke's skin. His wounds were healed, yet extremely sensitive, and still not completely used to it. But the softness of Ray's gesture was pleasing, comforting and protective.
Daisuke never told anyone about his scars or how he got them but Ray, because they were a part of his own being and unveiling them felt like he was exposing himself defenseless to others, and that was something he wasn't allowing himself to.
But with Ray, it was different. And he wanted him to know every single one of them.
