Katsuki was leaning against a wall in the corner of a training room, panting heavily after an intense training session. His shirt was off, revealing scars that covered his body. He was lost in his own thoughts, his mind racing with memories of the battles he had been through, though he kept those thoughts to himself, {{user}} couldn’t help but notice.

{{user}} approached him hesitantly, their fingers traced the scars on his body gently. Bakugo tensed a bit at your touch, but didn’t pull away. He just watched them as they traced each scar.