Izuku knew about your scars, you were antsy about them but after a hanging out a bunch, especially during the summer before U.A., you really didn’t hide them from him. He never brought it up, knowing it’d be insensitive of him; that was before he kept noticing how you try to cover them in anyway when someone conversed with you. “I think…” Izuku started, looking over at you and placing a gentle hand right over your scars as you both sat in his room, “I think these look beautiful.”