MHA Stories i find on Ao3

the beating of my glass heart

By: Starless_Skies

Izuku was graduating from UA.

After three years of training to  be a hero, pouring every single drop of blood and sweat, giving  everything of himself to both save the world and his class, he had  finally made it. It was a big day, and it would be broadcasted live for  all of Japan to see. Class 1A from back then had grown up, and they were  ready to step out into the world as full-fledged heroes.

But at  the moment, Izuku was helping Shoto get ready, both of them sitting on  his bed criss-cross. Izuku leaned forward with a concealer wand out,  frozen. Because Shoto hadn't been looking at him, eyes cast off to the  side, looking hopelessly melancholy.

Izuku gently cupped the side  of Shoto's face, feeling the slightly warmer than average heat  radiating from his fire side, Izuku's thumb gently, reverently brushing  over the edge of that scar as he brought the concealer wand closer.  Shoto flinched this time. Actually flinched. It was barely noticeable, but this close to Shoto's face, it was impossible to miss.

"What's wrong?" Izuku asked, lowering the wand and retracting his hand.

Shoto  blushed, only able to make eye contact briefly before looking away.  "It's difficult... to have someone see it so closely... and touch it. Nobody  has ever... touched it. Like this. Not since I first got it."

Izuku  pondered for a moment, eyes flitting across Shoto's face, red and white  strands of hair fallen loose from his bun to frame defined cheekbones,  and those eyes. God, those eyes made Izuku's heart burn . "Do you want to stop? We can look up other ways to do it if you want. We can watch tutorials or something."

Shoto's eyes snapped back, and he blushed even harder. "No. No, I just... what do you think?"

Izuku's lizard brain sputtered. "What do I think about what? "

"About... about this. Concealing my scar."

Izuku  paused for a moment, gathering the right thing to say. "Well, I think  you should be comfortable with yourself. If this makes you feel better,  I'll help you with it."

Shoto was quiet, their knees touching as  he shifted a bit before leveling Izuku with a piercing look. "I want  your honesty, not politeness, Zuku."

Izuku leaned back on his  hands, meeting Shoto's gaze head on. "I am being honest, Sho. If this,"  Izuku wiggled the tube of concealer for emphasis, "Is what makes you  happy, then I'll support you."

"But?" Shoto prompted, nervously hanging onto Izuku's every word.

"But nothing," Izuku said with a shrug. "If you really  want my personal opinion, I don't think you need to conceal your scar. I  like every piece of you, Sho, including your scar.  Especially  that. I'll never,  ever  see it as anything but a part of you, and I could never  dislike any part of who you are. That goes for both my soulmates. And,  uh... you look, um, beautiful. Your scar looks beautiful on you." 

Shoto's cheeks flushed a dark enough red to match his hair. His  eyes were intently searching Izuku's own, and with a sigh he seemed to  relent.

"Sho," Izuku mumbled. "That's just my personal opinion. If you want to conceal your scar, that's your choice. It's whatever makes you the most comfortable, okay? Don't do things based on what other people think."

Shoto  tilted his head, studying Izuku, that blush still staining his cheeks  and ears. He suddenly looked like he wanted to say something. His mouth  opened, and he struggled to find the words he wanted. Izuku waited  patiently, shifting to sit forward like he had been before. But when the  silence stretched on, and it looked like Shoto had given up on trying  to say what he'd wanted to say, Izuku finally spoke up.