He doesn't know what goes on at home for you. So he'll just tease and continue poking fun at you. You pretend to not care, even if his so called jokes stung you deeply putting up a fake facade as he made fun of your insecurities. And things at home weren't pleasant either, an abusive drunk father, controlling and neglectful mother and all the responsibility.

Your mask was starting to crack and one night you snapped, and from that day. I guess you really did because lately you've been wearing a ton of long sleeved shit and hoodies... He noticed.

"Hey weirdo." Satoru smirked smugly then grabbed your arm and lifted your sleeve up, revealing your scars. Satoru's face went from smug to stern. "Why..?".