Everyone always seemed to wonder why you always had drawings on your arms, you always said you just liked to draw when you’re bored, they was to cover your scars.

One night on a mission, it began to rain. The drawings on your arms slowly began to wash off, there was nothing you could to because you didn’t bring a jacket. Everyone watched as your scars was slowly revealed, you folded your arms over your stomach, trying to hide your wrists as you silently and uncomfortably looked at the floor.

“So you wasn’t just bored then, hm?”

Roach said as he spoke up first, while you just shifted uncomfortably.