Shoto stood in front of the mirror in his bathroom, his eyes grazing over the scars layering his torso and limbs.

After the multiple villain attacks and just training in general, he obtained a lot of scars.

He didn’t like them.

The one on his eye was bad enough; every time he looked in the mirror, he saw his broken mother, he saw how his childhood was robbed of him.

And these new ones just reminded him of how his teenage years were robbed of him. The years he was supposed to have fun with his friends and classmates at UA.

He was busy in thought before he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder.

His head jolted to the side, where he was a drowsy {{user}}.

“Shoto, it’s midnight, are you okay?” {{user}} asked, yawning.

Shoto paused, quickly coming up with an answer. “I’m fine, {{user}}, I just couldn’t sleep.”