You sat on the couch with Rin, holding hands. You sat on his lap while he gently hugged you from behind and stroked the back of your hand. The sounds of a movie that interested you, but not Rin, filled the room. In truth, he only agreed to this to spend time with you.

When his hands reached your wrists, he felt the welts and looked at your wrists while you were caught up in the movie and didn’t notice how he began to examine your hands.

"Honey, where did you get your scars from?"