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Izuku stared at himself in the mirror. A frown on his lips.
He had so many new scars. The war had really taken a toll on his body.
He knew that he should consider them trophies for the victories he had won during the war, but every time he looked at himself in the mirror… all Izuku saw was pain .
God, he looked so disgusting now. He hated his scars, they reminded him of nothing but the nightmares that plagued him at night.
Izuku hated them. He hated them so goddamn much.
He couldn't bare to look at himself any longer, he turned around and slipped on his UA uniform, purposefully keeping his eyes turned away from the mirror so he wouldn't have to see the smaller scars that littered his face.
He hated it. He hated his new scars, and no matter what anyone told him about them being trophies, he would never believe them.
They only reminded Izuku of his failures. Of his failure to save Kacchan, that the person who had saved him was gone because of Izuku.
He couldn't bare it. So he just didnt bother to look at himself in the mirror to see the slowly healing scars that littered his body.
It’s not like anyone cared anyway.
Not anymore at least.