Ijin had to resist the urge to sigh as he stood outside of the nurse's office, waiting for his turn to go in.

There was a reason he wore long sleeves all the time, and as angsty as it sounded, it was because he was full of scars. It took him a while upon living with the major and his men that it was not normal to have the number of scars he did.

His arms were full of scars, most of them from a knife when he was learning how to use a knife (Nothing like a trial by fire), some of them when he was in a knife fight and he had gotten cut, and the others being a mixture of shrapnel and bullet wounds.

The major had advised that he wore long sleeves as he would gain unwanted attention with his battle scars. He had no problem following that line of logic, nor would it be any trouble to wear long sleeves. He wore them as part of his uniform in Grian and to be quite honest, he was somewhat uncomfortable without them.

It was like the universe wanted people to find out that he did not have a normal childhood, as it was the annual checkup for the boys. Apparently, since the school didn't have any record of his checkups (that was to be expected) even if he had squirmed his way out of the check-up by being absent or another excuse. He wouldn't be allowed to graduate if he didn't get that check-up report into the system.

He accepted the loss, there was no avoiding it.

To make things even better, Yeongchan had knocked his open water bottle right into his gym bag, soaking his change of clothes. While his classmate was quick to apologize, it was going to take longer for his clothes to dry.

Thus.

He was stuck wearing a simple shirt and shorts from the lost and found for the check-up.

Effectively showing off the dark scars that were marring his pasty skin.

As he thought, and as the major predicted, now that his scars were out in the open, he was garnering a lot of attention from his classmates. It was only going to be a matter of time before his female classmates found out and then word would really start to travel from there.

Seokju, Yeongchan, Jaehyung, and Hyeokjin were openly staring at his arms as they were crossed around his chest, all of them looked shocked at the number of scars he had on his arms alone," Dude," Jaehyungs voice was breathless as he focused on the scar that went down his outer forearm," I get you didn't grow up in Korea but what the fuck."

He let out a quiet huff.

At this point, it was either rumors or the truth that was going to go around the school.

He would rather it be a warped version of the truth.

"The same plane crash that killed my parents stranded me in Grian," he could hear his classmates shifting on their feet, their conversations coming to a stop as they gave him their full attention. There was a look of understanding that came over Seokju's face, no doubt connecting the dots between his past and his skill set," I worked as a guide there for most of my life. Sometimes I ran into trouble." he went with the lie that the Major had used for his family. Might as well be consistent with their lies all across the board.

His friends blinked in surprise. Their eyes tracing the scars on his arms and legs.

"Oh…"Jaehyung said lamely, his eyes lingering on the bullet wound that the local healer told him that he was lucky didn't pulverize the bones in his arms," How long were you there-if you don't mind me asking!" he added on quickly as a way to remedy the question.

He didn't want to answer the question.

But again, he would rather have a partial truth go around rather than a rumor that was grossly inaccurate.

"About ten years," There were sputters around the hallway," The accident happened when I was nine, since I lost my memory," It had become common knowledge that he had amnesia because he didn't hide it in the first place, and people overheard the conversation he had with his teacher," I didn't know I was from Korea in the first place." He rubbed the back of his neck, his neck still burning with the way everyone was staring at him," I could barely remember how to speak Korean by the time I met the Major and his men."

Yeongchan tilted his head to the side, meekly asking," how did you meet them?"

He shrugged a shoulder, his thumb rubbing over a former gun wound on his arm as he spoke," I was hired to guide them out of a sector," More like he was hired to save them," I got a head injury and I started to remember everything after that. I was in Major Kang's care for about six months until they found my family. Then I came here."

His skin was still prickling as everyone kept on staring at them.

"Wait does that mean you don't remember ice cream?!"

Ijin blinked in surprise.

That was not the response he was expecting from Yeongchan.

He realized that he was staring for a little bit too long, "No, I've tried ice cream," that was one of the first things the Major got for him when they returned to Korea," I haven't tried a parfait though. That was something the men told me that I had to try."

Jaehyung almost gasped dramatically as he slung his arm around Ijin's neck," Amnesia be damned," Jaehyung said as he poked his cheek. There was a grin on his face as the rest of their classmates started to go back to their own conversations," We're getting you a parfait first thing after school. Damn near tragedy you don't know what it tastes like."

Ijins chest tightened as Hyeokjin and surprisingly, Seokju nodded in agreement.

He didn't think they would skim over his past like that. They just found out that he lived in what was essentially a war zone for most of his life. It would at least be inferred that he had to do some unsavory stuff to survive.

But yet, they didn't seem to care about it.

He smiled.

"Sure."