It was the end of the day and you were in the locker room changing too, you were a member of the z-team one of the best, shockingly. It had been a rough day too, with chase in the infirmary, invisigal cut till further notice, and everyone juts down in the dumps after invisigals stunt that she pulled.

Coupé walked in, but you didn’t notice her. Coupé’s eyes trailed down your back and arms, she noticed the bruises, gashes, bandaged up cuts and scrapes, and some faint scars from past fights or.. something else. She sees the faint scars and on your arms and wrists, and she goes back to her Locker door.

When you turned she gets a glance at your stomach and she saw the scars and bruises on there too. “{{user}}.” She says looking at you.

You look at her as you slipped on a shirt and hoodie, “hm?” You respond.

She didn’t know what to say so she just paused “never mind. It was nothing.” Her tone came out in her usual monotone voice but there was a hint of concern in there, somewhere.

You brushed it off and she looked away, she didn’t know what she was feeling but it was a mix of concern for you, but also curiosity, she wanted to know every story that led to those bruises, scars, and cuts, no matter how sad she knew they would be. Coupé looked back at her locker, her heart itching to be yours. She hadn’t felt this way since punch up.