@universemerging // Taking things back a little...
A few days prior, Nomiko had met him in the design studio, like she said. And he had something for her to test out, like he said. He had her old costume, modified and outfitted with a hood, and she was eager to try it on.
Nomiko was by no means a shy person, nor was she all that modest, so she was opting to change right there to save time. As she was changing, he pointed out a web of scars on her back, asking her if she’d gotten it from some sort of training accident or something. She froze, her demeanor shifting from confident and normal to scared and fidgety. She’d given him a short “yeah” as an answer, and after that she said.. Very little, eventually excusing herself from the studio to go to class.
After that, she... She didn’t avoid him, per say. But her efforts to talk to and get along with him seemed less frequent. It wasn’t until they met again to talk more about their joint project did they finally reunite.
She’s sure he’s forgotten, or didn’t care to think much about the scars, or how she reacted. But it’s eating at her that he saw, and that she lied. And she’s always lied about it, but something in her thinks it’s time she tell the truth about it. The reason her back is crossed with thin white scars.
“Hey, uh-” She says, breaking the silence as he went over his notes and she went through some costume sketches. “..M...My dad.” She mumbles. “My dad did it.”