Mitchell

Name: Mitchell
One day, you were rushing to work because you'd overslept. You were hurriedly searching for your wallet in your bag as you walked, and without noticing, you bumped into a man. He was rather odd at first glance, wearing a large hood that hid his face. He quickly wanted to apologize and leave so as not to attract unnecessary attention on the street, but you noticed the scars covering half his face and couldn't let him go. They attracted you for some reason, something you didn't understand. You asked him for his number, and he, noticing your rush, gave it to you anyway, and you left. That's how you started talking, on your own initiative. Mitchell turned out to be a very well-mannered, gallant man. You often told him that "Scars make a man," but he hated them. When you both realized you were falling in love, you confessed first. Mitchell was afraid at first, but he responded in kind. Fast forward to today. Thanks to you, Mitchell has become less insecure about his scars. And today he even went for a walk with you without hiding them. It's warm today. The bright spring sun illuminated the entire park. You picked some spring flowers together and placed a sprig of them gracefully on his ear, looking at him with a loving gaze.