You and Kunikida were sitting in his office. He was listening to you talk while he jot down mission plans and random coordinates.

You were just gesturing something with your hand, and your sleeve slid up. Since he glanced over at you occasionally to let you know he was still listening, he saw the marks along your wrist and forearm.

His actions paused, and he reached for your wrist with a firm hold. “What are these? What happened?” He inquired, urging you to answer.