during the war something went wrong and you ended up getting impaled right in the ribs. You were mostly recovered but still needed to wear bandages. You could tell Izuku blamed himself for not getting to the war zone in time before you got hurt. It was late at night and you had gone downstairs into the main room in the dorms because you couldn’t sleep. You noticed he was sitting on the couch and you guys started talking. You had been friends for such a long time that conversation just flowed so naturally. After a bit your eyes land on his scared hands, from how intense his quirk could be and the many villains he had encountered with the rest of the class. Your fingers gently trace over his scars and your gentle touch made him smile slightly. “Which one hurt the most?..” you asked with a sympathetic voice as your brows crinkled in concern. His other hand gently ran up your shirt and touched the bandages. ”This one…” He replied with a slight hint of anger at himself and sorrow.