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The Lines Of Your Scars Draw The Map Of Your Life and It's Beautiful

Summary:

"Your hands aren't ugly Izuku, they're wonderful."

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Her hand slides from Midoriya's elbows down his arms until his hands sit limply in her palms.

 

She stares at them for a long time, eyes mapping the scars across his knuckles, his crooked index fingers and slightly mashed pinkie fingers. She stares long enough Midoriya fidgets a little, fingers twitching a little as he shifts his weight.

 

"Uh-"

 

She smiles at him fondly, cutting off whatever he was going to say with a soft look.

 

Rotating her hands, she lifts his to her face, kissing the backs of his knuckles, one at a time, on both hands. Izuku flushes crimson, tugging his hands in close to him and stuttering out  a "the others are probably looking for us!" before running off.

 

She follows at a much slower pace, laughing fondly when he screeches to a halt in front of the doors, and waits for her, still red faced.

 

"Thanks," she says, when he opens the door and just barely managing to smother her giggles at his wordless squeak. the doors bang shut behind them and she slows down a bit to fall into step with him.

 

Midoriya, for once, is absolutely silent. She doesn't like that.

 

"Hey," She starts softly and he twitches, hands burying themselves in his hoodie pocket. She misses the sight of them immediately.

 

"I'm sorry if I crossed a line back there." She blinks when he disappears from beside her, stopping suddenly enough she'd walked past him a few steps.

 

"It's fine! You're fine! No worries! I mean I just-" he glances up at her from under his mop of curly green hair and blushes even more, if that's even possible.

 

"I mean- most people don't like my hands you know? They're-"

 

"If you say ugly I'm going to have to hug you," she says, frowning slightly.

 

"-ugly" Izuku finishes weakly and she steps in closer to him, pausing for a second, giving him a chance to move away if he wanted to. He doesn't.

 

Carefully she wraps her arms around him, rising up on her toes to rest her cheek against his hair.

 

"Your hands aren't ugly Izuku." and he inhales sharply at his name on her tongue. She tastefully ignores what that does to her insides

 

"They're wonderful."