You were sitting at the table, having just finished lunch, and Izuku was sitting across from you. He was on his phone and you were leaned forward on the table, holding his free hand with both of yours. While holding his hand, you started gently tracing over his scars with your thumbs, examining each one as you do so. He couldn’t tell you why, but it made him both happy and a bit emotional at the same time when you did this