Yuji Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

Scars stared at the pillow in front of him. “Are you in pain?” she said. “Do you need something? Should I get a doctor?” “No, baby,” he said, and suddenly, it was Scars again, and she almost sagged in relief. “I’m not in pain.” “OK so…” She stroked his face. “You OK? All things considered?” “Well. I mean, I’m obviously devastated about the fresh scars ending my promising modelling career,” Scars said. “But I’ll get past it. Somehow.”

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

He hit the moss hard, his violet scars glowing with an agonizing intensity. "Panni, help me!" Jinyan gasped. (To be continued in the next chapter)

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

“Why did you lose control? I did nothing wrong other than touching you.” “Touching me is everything wrong,” he chips in. “But then I’m still an asshole for reacting in that manner.” “Do you hate my hands on you that much?” My heart clenches with pain. It hurts that he hates me touching him, but as for me… I’d kill to have his fingers on my body. “You’re not at fault, Lira. I have scars all over my body and it’s traumatizing. It itches when someone touches me.” Scars?

He was completely unaware of my presence. He was shirtless. Flustered, I quickly looked away. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were—” This guy was the real definition of perfection, because he was so perfect I wished that he had his body inside mine and begged me to scream his name. Before I could finish, something caught my eye A scar. It stretched diagonally across the left side of his chest. My eyes widened. For some reason… It looked familiar. I frowned, trying to remember where I’d seen a scar like that before.

Oly: He's been trying to save hybrids and it'd make sense he wants to if he's one Oly: Plus, you didn't see him Mia: See him fight? Oly: No not that Oly: He has Oly: He has a lot of scars Oly: And by a lot, I mean everywhere Oly: And not just from knife cuts, he has bites and claw marks Oly: this is what I find the strangest Oly: How would he have gotten those scars? Mia: He must have gotten them while saving those hybrids? Mia: that doesn't really make sense though actually, they work carefully from what Walter told me

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

She turned around and now lay with her back to me, trying to hug herself. Once again, I felt something shocking—something that truly made me lose my voice when I saw the scars on her back. Cassandra’s pale white skin made the scars stand out clearly. A long line ran from her shoulder to her waist, and I saw several other scars there that, unfortunately… were just like the ones I have on my own back. I got those scars years ago from a kidnapping I experienced when I was 14, and I still carry them to this day. How… how could Cassandra have the same scars?

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.