Green Innocence

5: Hangout

   There was a chilling breeze this day; odd for a day in warm spring's season, or maybe quite perhaps, it wasn't a breeze at all. More so, the spine chilling effect of social anxiety. An effect, that could only be experienced by one Izuku Midoriya.

   It was about an hour or so after he had shared another one of his most enjoyed conversation's with his similarly green haired friend. What they talked about was something he could simply describe honestly; the usual.

   She would talk about something from the bible or from stories' of her religion, and he'd become surprisingly interested in the stories. Then he'd comment about it, saying that it was interesting or fantastic in his own shy way, or she'd ask about his well being and he'd do the same. Then Izuku would bring up something about heroes or quirk's where she would become rather interested.

   He actually asked her if she was excited about the offer given to her by Kamui, which he had suggested and she took, and was quite amazed to hear she was, in her own way. Which lead to a self contemplating session of some sort, amazed that someone not only took his advice, but was also very excited, in their own way, about the said advice's fruition. It, honestly left a warmth of happiness in his heart.

   Which then stirred the green haired boy to begin fanboying out by asking his holy friend if she could tell him about the hero, maybe even get an autograph for him on the page he issued for the young upstart of a hero. And as always, she would patiently, and intently listen to every boring word he had to say. Or, at least what he felt other's found boring.

   Other than the fact that she accepted his request, she begun to ask one more time about how his wound's were held up. Which lead to a predicament that he realized the second it hit his brain harder than a punch from All Might. The wound's, or more so say, what was left from his wound's after his bandages came off.

   Don't get anyone wrong, the bandage's were taken off without any resistance of some kind. No aching pain when rubbed against his now coarse and rough skin across his palm, no feeling of discomfort, not even his body feeling relief after being freed of such restricting wrap's. But...there were, a few, MINOR, problem's that could be more clearer than day time. Those being, the scar's.

   Of course our protagonist was perfectly fine; they didn't ache or throb, but it was the message behind them that was the problem. As stated by the very nurse that healed his wounds, also known as recovery girl.

   "Let that damaged right hand of yours serve as a reminder.".

    He'd seen them before, during the festival when they were taken off to show the damage of what he'd done. And they indeed held a constant reminder, like she said. A reminder of what exactly? A reminder of what'll continue to happen if the shy boy doesn't get a hold of his power soon; if he keep's on damaging his body, if he keep's on using this power of One For All prematurely. A reminder that he need's to learn how to use this power gifted to him, and fast. It was bad enough hearing how distraught his mother was when he unbandaged his hand.

   It was worse hearing from Uraraka, whom wanted to know immediately once they were taken off. She was worried on whether or not the green haired boy could move quite as well, but was quickly reassured, as well as know how badly damaged they were. Ida was also interested, but he didn't quite have his number yet which he was meaning to get. Perhaps Ibara could help with that, since she called both his friend's just to reach him.

   The last thing Midoriya wanted was for his just as caring, and VERY pious, green haired friend to see them either, and it definitely didn't help that they were all across his palm and finger. Each one long streak from the back of his hand, and to his palm almost centerline halfway down the side's of his hand. Any closer, and there would be a perfect oval around his right hand. It also didn't help that it was across his ring finger; on his second appendage, meaning wearing fingerless gloves, or simply covering it with his sleeve wasn't going to cut it.