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"Let's do long sleeves."
All of Yuki's stylists would say something like that. But Idolish7, who had designed the costumes for the Friends Day song, had no idea about his scars. Yuki pressed concealer to his arm, spread it with his finger, bit his lip as he realized he couldn't keep the ridges from showing.
Okarin's voice came through the bathroom door. "Yuki-san? Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah."
"...Worried about Tsukumo?"
Self-centered, "Not really."
"Oh—is it your—"
"Yeah."
"...If you're okay with it, you shouldn't have to cover them."
Was he okay with it? He really didn't know.