You were cuddled up next to Izuku on his bed. He was asleep peacefully while you played with his hair. At one point you got bored and decided to play with the boy’s fingers instead.

Izuku’s hands were calloused and rough, a few scars on the edges of his fingers and palms. He had been looking forward to becoming a hero, and all hero’s had scars, a reminder of the tough battles they faced to become where they were today.

You ran your fingers over the scars on his hands gently. Izuku woke up, gently opening his eyes and giving you a tired smile.

“What're you doin’.?”