Legion

Holiday Interlude

Happy holidays everyone, considering the timeline, consider this taking place after Overhaul and the Culture Festival but before The Joint Training Arc.

It was calm.

And that was something that was desperately needed after everything that occurred.

Christmas had already passed (there were still fried chicken leftovers), everyone spending time with their families. But they'd all agreed to have a celebration for the holidays and the new year.

It was quite the ruckus really, all 40 students, plus a few extras (he'd been drawn to near tears when Nezu had arrived with Isobe), teachers, and some of the Vod'e.

The majority of the Vod'e had their own dinner over in the barracks.

It was chaotic, frantic, and sometimes stressful.

But it was home.

It was family.

He found himself on a balcony, looking out toward the setting sun.

A slight wind passed by, and he shivered. While he enjoyed this time of year, he was starting to dislike the weather a bit.

It made his scars ache.

"Izuku?"

He turned to face Ochako and smiled softly at her.

"What's up, Cyare?"

"I was just looking for you, wanted to see how you were doing," she said as she walked over to him and took his hand.

She idly rubbed her thumb over the back of his hand, tracing over his scars.

The most prominent one was the one that traveled from the top of his wrist before ending at his index knuckle. A few, lighter scars trailed over where the veins on his hand would be normally seen.

They softly trailed over his fingers, a few reaching the tips, others not.

Turning his hand over, she let her fingers trail over his palm, this side only suffering relatively light scarring compared to the rest.

It'd become a little...thing of theirs.

A deep show of intimacy.

Izuku himself lifted up his hand and trailed over the scars that now decorated Ochako's face. Her right side was slightly marred from heat and shrapnel, but it did nothing to take away from her beauty in his eyes.

"Stop that."

"Hm?"

"Your eyes, they're looking guilty again," she gave him a stern look.

Izuku huffed but smiled.

"Only if your eyes stop looking guilty too. You didn't even have anything to do with these scars."

Ochako sighed but nodded.

"And you didn't have anything to do with mine. Joining the fight was my decision."

The fight with Overhaul had been costly but they had no regrets, if it meant ensuring that Eri was out of his hands, they both knew they'd have done it again a thousand times over.

"I know," he whispered.

They rested their foreheads against each other, simply basking in the presence of their partner.

And they weren't the only ones.

Denki and Kyoka were sitting on her bed. Well, to be fair, he was reverse seated on a chair in front of her bed.