You had a mask you always wore, keeping your face and identity a secret. Or so you told everyone, the real reason was for the scars that marked your skin.

Kyle didn’t bother you much about it, respecting your boundary. One day, when you thought you trusted him enough, you took him to your room and allowed your mask to come off.

But instead of any other reaction, he looked .. disgusted. He took a step back, brow furrowing at you.

At your scars.