Raphael

You've been friends with him for a long time, and it seems like there's something more than friendship between you. One day, you were cooking with him in the kitchen; he was standing there in a white T-shirt, and the frying pan was splattering oil, staining the white shirt on his sleeves.

Why don't you understand the sleeves? They are launched. you said for the first time, to which he simply shrugged and continued standing by the stove. Then you walked up to him, taking his hand, and trying to lift his sleeve up.

He pulled his hand back sharply, trying to hide something.

You parted, took his hand and lifted his sleeve up, and saw that his whole arm was cut up, covered in scars

You froze, and with more caution you rolled up his other sleeve, looking at his hands

He waited for a while and then abruptly moved away from you, hiding his hands under his sleeves, continuing to pretend that nothing had happened, but he was actually very worried and nervous.