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“Come on, show me.” Curly urged, grabbing Junko by their wrist, which fit perfectly within his hand. They jolted a little at the sudden contact and Curly frowned, his brows furrowing with an edge of guilt for startling them.
“No way.” they protested, trying to free their arm from Curlys firm and insistent hold. “It looks disgusting, it will just gross you out.” Curly let out a long exasperated sigh at the relentless objections. Shaking his head in disapproval. “You could never disgust me, now let me take a look.”
Curly insisted, pulling their arm over and examining their wrist, their delicate arm marred with the white streaking of scars. Curly brushed his thumb over the lines, glancing between the markings and Junko’s face. Picking up on the way they relaxed into his touch rather than flinching again this time. In most circumstances, Curly would jest and tease them for growing fond of him, but he didn’t want to ruin this rare moment of unspoken trust.
“See? It’s ugly right?” They asked, cutting through the silence. It was clearly supposed to be light-hearted, but there was an underlying tone of insecurity that seeped through almost inconspicuously.
“No. Not at all.” Curly reassured them, using his free hand to tilt their chin to look into his eyes. He remembered the way their eyes would dart around the room when they had first met so they wouldn't have to look at him directly. This time was not the case. They held his gaze, unwavering. He gave them a reassuring smile. Had his heart ever felt this warm before? He couldn’t think of a time it did.
“Nothing about you could ever be ugly.” He stated with conviction. Junko looked shell-shocked, dumbfounded at his words. Their mouth agape in a small o shape. They wore the expression so cutely, that Curly couldn’t help but laugh under his breath.
“Don’t look so surprised. I mean it.” He doubled down, knowing they needed his reassurance more than ever. Lifting their arm to his face he pressed his lips against the scars, the texture of their soft skin against his lips was addicting. He could easily get used to this. He trailed his kisses up their forearm, peppering each and every one of the scars with a sweetness that contrasted what they had done to themselves.
Curly’s stubbled chin from lack of shaving tickled over Junko’s arm making them giggle and try and squirm away from him. “Quit that! It tickles..” They protested, only for Curly to wrap an arm around their waist, pulling them closer, practically onto his lap. The blankets on his bed getting messed up when he moved them.
“Ah- not so fast. You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.” He warned, nuzzling his face against their thin arm. Junko simply rolled their eyes at his cheesy gesture but made no move to stop him.
“Does that feel better?” He asked, grinning up at them with that big smile that could charm anyone. Junko could feel their face flush up when he looked at them like that, they scoffed at those irresistible puppy dog eyes he adorned. “Yeah, I suppose I do feel a bit better now.
There it was again. That warm fuzzy feeling that Curly had whenever they allowed themself to be soft with him. This time instead of kissing their scar, Curly took the opportunity to catch them off guard with a peck to the lips.