TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

with his bad arm (e.t./måneskin)

Inspired by the lovely thomasr4ggi! Go read their Må books, they're so good! 🤍🤍

Ethan had been playing his drums wildly and loudly for the past hour and a half. While the rest of the band had been taking a lunch break, he had continued to rehearse.

"Jesus." You cringed at every loud crash of a cymbal, almost being able to feel the pain for yourself. Ethan had just gotten cleared to continue rehearsing after being sidelined by tendinitis for the third time in two years.

Thomas was sitting at the table along with you and the rest of the band. He shook his head as he chewed on his large bite of his sandwich. "He sounded perfect this morning. I don't know what he's going on about."

"I have to stop him." You declared, rising from your seat. You tore into the studio, not even reacting to the door closing loudly.

Ethan reacted however. Upon hearing the slam of the door, he dropped his drumsticks into his lap.

"What the fuck are you here to bother me about?" He snipped. "I told you, I need to work on this section, it was really rou--"

"Woah, calm down. Baby, I just want you to take a break, is all. You just got out of treatment for your wrists." You coaxed, sitting on the folding chair beside his drumset. "You don't want to hurt yourself again."

Ethan scoffed, setting his drumsticks aside as he rose to his feet.

"Why are you so upset, Love? What's going on?" You treaded lightly, knowing that when Ethan got incredibly anxious, he was known to get sharp and crass.

"I've wasted all this time fucking not playing! I got to catch up!" He snapped.

"Ethan, no, no. You needed the time to rest." You coaxed, watching him pace the studio. "Listen, I'm just worried about you. Why don't you come back to the living room and eat with us, yeah?"

"(Y/N), Giuro su Dio, lasciami in pace!" Etha shouted, raising his hands fiercely.

You instinctively flinched back at this, and Ethan froze as he realized what he had just done.

You had just fucking flinched at the sight of his hands.

Ethan stopped dead in his argumentative tracks, the inital reason for his anger completely disappeared from his mind.

"Fucking do it!" You shouted back, still slightly cowering back in fear. Anger and adrenaline coursed coursed your veins. "Fucking hit me if you're going to raise your hand like that!"

Meanwhile, Damiano, Thomas and Victoria were all sitting at the dining table in complete shock of what they were overhearing.

"Vic, don't--" Thomas stood up as Vic headed towards the studio door, but he wasn't quick enough. She was determined to go investigate.

Vic's eyes widened and her hand came over her mouth as, through the glass window on the studio door, she watched Ethan's palm swipe clean across your cheek. And he used his bad arm, nonetheless.

You froze in your own tracks as your hand came to your own stinging cheek. At the same time, Vic made eye contact with Ethan for a split moment, through the window, before Ethan dashed out of the studio through the back door.

"Guys get in here!" Vic called, alerting the boys to the scene of the crime. "(Y/N)!" Vic gushed, pushing the door open.

Your mouth was parted silently in both pain and shock. You had now crumbled to the floor in tears, and Vic was fast to come and hold you in her arms.