How about an imagine of blackwatch genji,hanzo,76, s/o comfort them about their scars by turning the scars into cool patterns on their body using body paint or writing encouraging words above each scar?(beautiful,brave,handsome,strong,kind,etc)
He hated himself, you could see it in the way he stood, the way he expected you to flinch from his touch. It hurt you, to see the man you loved suffer like this, so you came up with an idea to help him see himself as you did. You studied kanji, memorising the specific ones that you needed.
You had him lay down on the bed, you could sense how uncomfortable he was but you plopped down next to him. He flinched at the cold paint touching his skin, but instantly relaxed at the feeling of your fingers dragging across his skin.
When you were done you picked up two mirrors, handing one to him. You positioned the mirror so he could see the kanji you painted all over his scarred shoulder. Bravery, Handsome, kind were the ones that he immediately saw, his eyes prickling with tears. The room was silent as you moved the mirror for him to see exactly how you saw him, tears streaming down his face at your love.
He hid his scars well, seeing them as marks of shame. Even during sex, he hid in the dark, the only glow is a faint light that constantly comes from his tattoo. He was so ashamed when you saw them, walking in on him changing, and shied away from you reassuring words.
While he slept you pulled out body paint, using the dim light coming from the window to paint as you knew that more light would just wake up. Just as you were finishing up Hanzo was roused by sleep, feeling something on his skin. You quickly hid the bottle and your hands, Hanzo looking suspiciously at you. You shrugged and he stood up, saying that he was going to take a shower.
After a few minutes and no sound coming from the bathroom, you got up, scurrying to look through the doorway. Tears streamed easily from his eyes, which he quickly hid as soon as he saw you there, his fingers tracing along the words on his skin. With one look at your hands covered in the same colour of paint, he pulled you close, murmuring thanks in your ears.
He was apathetic to his scars, as he was to most of his life. You were the only thing in a long time he had cared about, which made him terrified of losing you. So he was protective, taking shots meant for you and adding to his collection of scars despite how much you scolded him.
You were grateful for him saving you, which is why you came up with a way to thank him. You had him wear a blindfold - which he raised an eyebrow at - and lay down on the bed.
He flinched when you started painting, surprise at the cold touching his skin, but quickly relaxed as you ran patterns over his chest. You let him sit up as you finished, pulling off his blindfold. Reverent silence filled the room as he traced the words across his chest, loudly proclaiming what you found to be his best traits. He just gave you a soft smile, a mix of pain and joy across his face, and he pulled you close. Paint smeared around the two of you as he kissed you tenderly.