#collectingnightmares

[udoshi-blog]

@collectingnightmares

It was quiet, with nothing but the chirping birds; the sky was clear, the weather was good, and about two seconds into the sounds of rustling leaves, a flash of pink fell out of the tree and onto the person standing under it, quite possibly hitting them with the back of their fluffy head.

“Hello, good morning!” said the rabbit-eared figure, after jumping to their feet. “Wow, what happened? Did you trip? Need a hand?” They extend their hand to the blue-haired kid, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it was them who knocked him over.

[nerdboyhero]

@collectingnightmares || X 

He perked up a little at the question, only to hunch over with a sad smile pulling at the corners of his lips. There was so many memories scattered over his back, mapped in the form of injuries that he wouldn’t ever be allowed to forget.  

“The burns?” He sounded, reaching his hand around, scarred fingers brushing against one of the burns that rested on his lower back. He knew the location of all of them. He didn’t need to see them to know where every single one of them were located on his skin. “No. I got them from...” he hesitated. “...something else.” Came his finishing words , careful not to imply that they actually had come from a person rather than a thing.

Izuku pulled his hand back, holding it in his other while fingers felt over the malformed shape of his fingers. “But... the scars... they were my own doing. I pushed myself past my limits far too many times.”