"Adrien, how was your day?" Mr. Agreste asked as one hand worked on a tablet while the other occasionally moved to his fork to his mouth if only to finish eating. Everything about him was large, serious and formal, which only made his son at the other end of the table half-halfheartedly moving his peas around look smaller and weaker, while still wearing his clothes from school.
"Oh it was fine, Father..." He answered after a pause, the pause was what caught his father's attention as he glanced up from work. Nothing escaped him and he noticed today Adrien's sleeves were rolled down longer than normal, instead of the white outer-shirt being rolled up a few inches before his elbows, today they were rolled up just to his elbows.
"How was your fencing lesson?" He asked in a more serious tone, the blue eyes on him made Adrien look more away.
"It was fine, sir." He couldn't lie. Technically, he never went. He did, however learn new moves as Cat Noir. But after being the cat he ran into more trouble.
"Roll up your sleeve."
Adrien dropped his fork at the quiet order, maybe it wasn't noticeable anymore and had faded. He started with the left.
"And the other one."
Then the right. There it was. Given another hour the mark would've faded, but you could still see the pinkish outline of someone having grabbed him too hard. Right away Adrien wanted to shrink down, like he knew he'd be in trouble. There's no way his father would let him keep going out now. He couldn't even look as he heard the chair at the other end of the table move.
"Tell me what happened." Mr. Agreste said, he was already working on Natalie to call the family doctor.