You were walking home from a restaurant with Matt when it started pouring. You both run to your apartment to seek shelter because you don’t want Matt walking home in the rain.

You get inside and offer him a change of clothes. As soon as he takes his shirt off, you see the countless scars and bruises covering his body, and you can’t help but stare.

“…I can feel you looking, {{user}}.”

Matt says, his lips quirked up into a slight smile, as if the sight isn’t incredibly worrying.