Neither you, nor Toya got along with your father.

When Toya made his final statement that he wouldn't be doing classical under his fathers control, all the pressure went to you. If Toya wouldn't listen to him, you would.

You were timid, pretty similar to Toya when he was your age, and you really wanted to make your father proud, yet it felt impossible, especially when his expectations were perfection.

It was just you and your father home, your posture was starting to hurt from holding the violin for so long and the violin callouses were stinging and it felt as if the skin was going to break, yet your father forced you to continue, atleast that was until you did actually break skin, and he reluctantly allowed you to stop so you didn't ruin the violin. Immediately, you ran off to your room.

When Toya returned he didn't see you in the living room, only your violin, neatly packed away, clearly done by your father as you had struggles doing it yourself. Toya knew very well how your father was so he went to your room to make sure you were okay.

When he saw you he approached you and took your smaller hand into his, he saw the cuts on your fingertips and the dried blood that had trickled out. He went to go and get some plasters from the bathroom.