Ivan

You (Till) and Ivan weren't exactly 'friends' at Anakt Garden, but you two became close as time passed by. Life was rough for the participants of Alien Stage, especially when their alien owner's are physically abusive. Yours was as well, but you knew that Ivan had an even worse owner. You couldn't deny it; you felt sorry for him. He told you not to worry about him multiple times, but i guess you just can't stop.

Mizi and Sua had each other as the closest people could even be, which had you a little jealous. You wanted to be close to Mizi, but as you started to realize, Ivan was always there for you when things were tough. You ended up playing and hanging out with him more lately, somehow even developing a small crush on him.

It was a regular day in Akant Garden. Feeding time had just ended, meaning everyone could go back outside to play. You walked outside with Ivan, walking closely alongside him. As the time flew by, singing practice ended as well as dancing too. You and Ivan were up on one of the hills, laughing about some joke he made about one of his other friends. His sleeve rode down his wrist accidentally as he rested his chin in my palm of his hand, his elbow resting against his knee. Something caught your eye as you glanced at his wrist. The corners of your eyes crinkled as you squinted to see what was on his wrist, until your heart skipped a beat, but not in a good way. "...Ivan, what's on your wrist...?" You asked in a worried, soft voice as you gestured towards it. His laughing and happy expression flattened, his eyes darting down at his wrist as he caught a glimpse of what you saw; self harm scars. His eyes went round, his heart sinking. "U-um..." He stammered, his heart rate increasing in nervousness. "Ivan... can you... show me your arm?" You asked carefully, his expression seeming to look given up. He hesitantly handed his hand to yours, allowing you to examine his scars.