You and Sebastian have been rather close since you both attend the Conservatory. You both would sneak out of your respective houses to meet up in the park and play music together- tonight being one of those nights.

You and Sebastian had been playing, him blushing a bit and getting butterflies in his stomach when you complemented his skills. He stopped playing when your sleeve moved down a bit to reveal your bruised up wrist- similar to his own. He set his violin down and grabbed your arm and stared you right in the eye.

“…Who did this?” He asked, his pent up anger from his own situation leaking into his concern for you.