#I'm not sure if the scar on Hajime's right cheek is healed or not

[asaka-lucy-dr-rc]

*This is a fan art of Ultimate Ask Blog (@ultimateask).

I didn't know until today that there was a story after Chiaki and Hajime got married in the blog, but as soon as I saw it, this image came to my mind and I drew it on impulse. (I have a drawing in progress and would continue to work on it today, but I couldn't help but draw this RIGHT NOW! 😆)

There is no story posted about the married Hajime and Chiaki actually being together (maybe?), so how they look is totally my imagination, but it made me inexplicably happy to think about their loving married life.

For those interested, here are the original posts:

[imaginethathaikyuu]

I'm not sure if youre okay with these kinds of requests so if you don't wanna write it its okay! And I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable with it and I just don't know but, would you write a scenario about how Bokuto, Akaashi, and Iwaizumi would react to finding out their fem s/o has self harm scars? Like they're healed and she's recovered but she still has a lot of the old scars and she's insecure about them and trying to hide them from him?

of course this is a sensitive topic - but i relate to this situation all too well, so i honestly wanted to write about it. cuz yaknow, i write about my struggles, it’s kind of my thing.

*** TRIGGER WARNING *** for mentions of self harm/scars - but there are no descriptions of the act, nor any direct references to doing it. it is not graphic, there are only mentions. 

please, if reading these scenarios could be triggering for you, skip out on them. just in case:

here’s a link to a happier scenario, a funnier scenario, a sweet scenario, and a long read if you just need a distraction. 

i try to keep my blog a safe space, and if you’re struggling with a similar situation, i’m rooting for you. never be afraid to reach out to a friend, a family member, or even me for support.  

thank you for requesting! and again, remember, i’m rooting for you. the scenarios are all under “keep reading.” 

akaashi keiji 

Well, you knew this would happen eventually. You had gotten out of it so many times before that you used up every excuse in the book. So by now, your friends and your boyfriend wouldn’t let you get out of it.

You had a hard time swimming - wearing a swimsuit only induced your anxieties. It felt like everyone was watching you - everyone could see the proof of you past struggles carved on your skin. 

You weren’t ashamed of your scars - in fact, most of the time you forgot that you even had them. By now, you had come to terms with them. 

But you couldn’t handle the probing questions that were thrown at you - rather, the possibility of the questions. You’d never let other people see them, so they couldn’t even get the chance to stare, to wonder, to judge. 

While you stood in front of the mirror, wearing the swimsuit your boyfriend bought for you, you couldn’t stop thinking about the questions your friends would ask you. 

What happened to you?

Why would you do that to yourself?

How’d you do it?

Why would you show those off? 

You were terrified. You couldn’t handle the looks, much less the judgement. 

But Akaashi was waiting outside the door, waiting for you to step out and show him your bathing suit. You were sure he was expecting to see a sight he’d like; to see a girl who was excited to spend time with him and his friends. But it was the opposite. 

Still - he was the only one whose judgement you didn’t fear. And right now, you needed his support more than anything. 

“Keiji,” you called, and he replied immediately. 

“Yeah?” 

With a towel wrapped around your body, you said, “Can you come in here?” 

He opened the door slowly and greeted you with a smile, despite your teary eyes. 

“I can’t go.”  

“Why not? Let’s talk it out, kitten, what’s bothering you?” 

You shook your head, “I just - I don’t want anyone to see.” 

“I’m sure you look amazing,” he replied, his sweet smile never faltering. You appreciated it, but your nerves were still running rampid. 

“Can I show you?” you asked him, holding onto the towel as if it was your lifeline.

“Yeah, of course.” 

You definitely took your time taking the towel off. You wanted to warn him but you couldn’t find your voice - instead, you just let the towel fall to the ground. 

He didn’t reply immediately - he looked you up and down, genuinely enjoying the sight, while you didn’t let yourself look at him. 

“You look perfect,” he told you, sliding his hand into yours. “I understand why you’re hesitant, though.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he replied. “But they… your scars, I mean - they look fine, kitten. I’m sure none of our friends will give them a second glance.” 

“Are you sure?” you asked, shaking your head. “They’re going to ask so many questions -” 

“Well, if they do, just let me handle it for you, okay? And I’ll just tell them the truth,” he wrapped his arms around your waist before continuing. “That our Edward Scissorhands roleplay gets gruesome.” 

Both of you laughed, immediately lifting your mood. 

“Will you really tell them that?” 

“I’ll tell them whatever you want me to,” he replied. “But you - you don’t have to tell them a thing. I’ll make sure you can have fun, alright?” 

Without Keiji by your side, you’d never be able to even think about leaving that room wearing a swimsuit. But it’s because of him that you found the courage to do it - and you were determined to have a good time, despite your scars. 

bokuto koutaro 

It was so intense - Bokuto’s body felt quite heavy on top of yours, and you were feeling every inch of him. From his tongue in your mouth to your hands in his shirt to his entire lower half pressed firmly against yours - there was nothing else on your mind but him. 

So much so that you couldn’t remember to tell him to turn off the light - hell, you didn’t even remember that there were things you didn’t want him to see. 

It wasn’t until he had already stripped you of everything, when you felt the cool air hit your thighs, that you remembered those lines embedded on your skin - those embarrassing reminders of who you used to be. 

“Koutarou -” 

And usually you wouldn’t even care to let someone see them. You’ve had one night stands and it didn’t matter to you whether or not those guys saw your skin so up close. You’d wear shorts during summer and show them off to any stranger walking by - because none of those people mattered. 

But the man who was hovering over you, who was kissing you and stripping you and pleasuring you, you loved him. Your entire body craved his touch, your heart yearned for his love, your soul was hell bent on being entwined with his. 

Would this take him away? Would your god awful past scare him off, would your old habits come back to haunt you? 

You grabbed his face and held it in place above yours and hoped he didn’t see - you were praying, as his beautiful eyes were staring at yours, that he wasn’t able to catch a glance. 

But you knew. From the way his golden eyes were becoming so glossy, you could tell. 

“Are those… what I think they are?” 

“Koutarou…” 

It was over. The love you shared with this beautiful man was going to be taken away - he finally saw you. The broken parts of you. And you were sure - no, you were positive - that someone as absolutely perfect as the man you so luckily fell in love with did not deserve someone broken and scarred and haunted.

Your hands still rested on his cheeks, and right as you were about to drop them - to let him pull away from you - his face dropped to your neck. 

“Thank god,” he sighed. “I’m so happy.” 

Immediately your eyebrows drew together. “What?” 

“No, wait - I didn’t mean it like that! Hold on, um…” 

He fumbled to pull his shorts off, trying to stand up and take off the garment at the same time. And when he successfully did those things, the only thing you saw was the outline of something big in his tight underwear - is this what he’s trying to show you?

With a deep breath he hooked his thumbs into his underwear and pulled them down, low enough to reveal his hips.

And what you saw was something you never expected to see on him. 

“I was scared you’d react like my last girlfriend… and the one before that…” 

Decorating his hips were messy white lines - jagged, rough, prominent. They were much like your own. 

“You… you understand, don’t you?” 

If you didn’t know the struggle with self harm as well as you did, you would’ve called this a heartbreaking sight. Even still, your eyes wanted to tear up. 

When you nodded, he took his place hovering over you again. 

“I knew you would,” he said with a smile. “I’m so glad you understand - and I understand, too. I love you - I love you so much, Y/N.” 

Even after seeing that part of him, you believed he was perfect. Everything about Bokuto was perfect to you, those unfortunate scars included. And it dawned on you that it was possible - in fact, it was very likely - that he saw you in the same way. 

“I love you too, Kou.”

iwaizumi hajime 

“Can I… talk to you?” 

“Mhm, sure,” Iwaizumi replied. He didn’t look up from the textbook he was reading, though - maybe your nerves weren’t all that evident in your voice. 

So now’s your chance to back out - but if you don’t do this now, you never would. 

“…Iwa?” 

He heard you that time - really heard you. You could tell from the way his eyes immediately darted up to you. 

The boy moved from his seat at his desk to his bed where you sat, and he made himself comfortable sitting in front of you. He tried to take your hand into his, but you quickly crossed your arms over your chest. 

He realized that something may actually be wrong - he knows you guys haven’t been dating for very long, but the last month has been filled with the best days of his life because of you. And Iwaizumi was sure he hadn’t done something wrong - at least, he thought he was sure. 

But rather than spiraling into his anxieties, he would much rather hear you out. 

You were trying your hardest to make this a casual conversation - according to all the research you’d been doing, you decided that was the best for you. You didn’t want to make this a big deal because it wasn’t one - not to you, anyway. You hoped Hajime wouldn’t see it as a big deal, either. 

So you gave him a forced smile, hoping to lighten the mood and make this feel easier for you. But it didn’t help all that much. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I just wanted to tell you about something.” 

“Okay, well. Tell me.” 

He sat with criss-crossed legs to mimic the way you sat, letting his hands rest on your knees.

“Take your time, baby.” 

“Okay, so…” 

You took a deep breath, remembering what all the articles and reddit threads said. 

“So, remember, um… a few nights ago, when we were in your car and… and we were making out and then we… you know…” 

“…yeah, I remember,” he replied, his face flushed. “That was okay, right?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you nodded. “But… So, I know that we’ll… probably go farther, right? Like… more than just touching over our clothes?” 

“Hopefully… what are you getting at, babe?” 

“I just - I want to tell you now, so that you aren’t… surprised, you know, when we finally… I dunno, do more…” 

How should you word this? Are you going to scare him off? Is he even going to care?

“It’s just, a while ago I was going through some things and… and I didn’t have the best way of coping with it… so I have a lot of scars. A-And I’m okay now! I don’t… do that anymore, so you shouldn’t worry - I don’t want you to worry - I’ll just… feel better if I tell you.” 

“Okay… is that all you have to say, babe?” 

You swallowed hard and finally mustered up the courage to look at him as you nodded. 

“Okay, well… you know it’s okay, right? I don’t mind your scars or anything like that - they’re apart of you, and I like everything about you. I’m really glad you told me.” 

You knew he’d be understanding - but to hear him say that made you feel so validated and comfortable. 

“I’m glad I told you, too.”