Scarred and Delicate || Izuku Midoriya x GN!Reader Drabble
warnings: mentions of internalized homophobia (it's there if you squint) hospitals, descriptions of injuries, scars
pronouns: NO PRONOUNS USED
authors note: your relationship with Izuku Midoriya and how it progresses explained with scars
first mha post on the blog! I'm excited to write more ٩(^ᴗ^)۶ my requests are open right now too!
reader is implied to be masc-aligned!
"Midoriya shows up, along with some other classmates, but he stays the longest."
When you two first meet, there aren't any scars on his smooth skin, and his hands look soft even though he's told you in passing about the months of training he's endured. You keep sneaking glimpses at his hands, wondering if they would fit perfectly within your own.
After his fight with Todoroki during the sports festival, you along with his friends come to check on him. He seems alright, although the fresh scar running across his hand worries you. He says it's alright. But you can't help to worry, you're his friend after all. Just his friend.
When you first gain a scar yourself. He worries about the same amount you would, maybe even more. He sits next to you and there are tears pricking at his eyes as he promises to be a better hero, for you. Your own scar is in his mind more than his own, and he wants to feel the scar himself. He wants to reach out and touch you like you were a precious piece of art or a fine porcelain doll. The hustle and bustle of heroes in training really doesn't let time for developing regular teenage relationships, Izuku thinks.
After the summer camp, and after gaining the nasty scar covering his upper arm from the battle with muscular. He doesn't acknowledge it, He doesn't pay attention to it until you see it for the first time without bandages. You gasp and put a tentative hand on the tender flesh, Your thumb brushing against the textured skin softly, raising goosebumps on the parts of his arm that have goosebumps. He can feel your caution over his healing nerves, and simultaneously electric shocks are shooting into his limbs while the butterflies in his stomach are crawling up his throat. He chokes out a nervous laugh when you ask if he's alright. The close contact makes him nervous, maybe in a good way.
The second time you gain a scar, it's large, and you're in a hospital bed hooked to machines and looking at the weather forecasts on an old television. Midoriya shows up, along with some other classmates, but he stays the longest. When everyone else is gone he clutches on to you, and lets out a heart wrenching sob. It's enough to make you sit up and console him, even though you're the injured one. He blubbers on about being responsible for the large scar adorning your body. You laugh, and you bring him up, intertwining your hands and saying you're "big scar buddies" You finally know the answer to your previous thoughts, his hand really does fit in yours well, and you think you see the remnants of a blush on his freckled cheeks.
Midoriya's quirk is well under control now, no more scars have appeared on his toned arms or strong hands. Your relationship with him is different than Iida's or Uraraka's, it feels so strange admitting your feeling towards him, another guy, to yourself. Although when you think about that day when you held his hand the doubts disappear, and you're back to acting all blushy and flustered with him. Izuku looks at you often and thinks the same thing, He grows fond of your scars.
The day he confesses to you, is the day after you two get yet another scar, they're almost symmetrical. A slash on your left cheekbone, and one on his right. In the dorms after Iida's nightly patrol you two go down to the kitchen for a shared snack, and in the moonlight he suddenly cups your face and brings a thumb over the fresh scar. You flush, and your breath shakes as he stumbles through a confession. He's blushing a bright red and shaking like a leaf in a storm. You push his hand away to capture him in an embrace and his eyes water when his feelings are returned.
He cries out of relief and happiness, and it's his own scarred hand that wipes away his tears and brings your face down to his own.
