Turn your scars into

Yuuri Katsuki had a secret.He wore long-sleeved shirts, and baggy hoodies, to hide it. He felt ashamed when he saw them in the mirror. He felt ashamed when he remembered, how they’d ended up there. On his pale skin.Because Yuuri’s arms were covered in scars. Deep cuts break the surface, drawing blood. Pain seeped down his arms, fingers going numb under the weight of the blade. A way to control his stutter, panicked breath. A way to control the spiraling thought. A way to hide and to forget, the worst parts of himself.Yuuri Katsuki had a secret. He never imagined moving to St. Petersburg would reveal it.