When Shouto ran his fingers over the bandages, Izuku shivered. So careful, so kind. Even when the job got hard, and they were left with bruises, cuts, and wounds, they always took care of one another.

When one was in the hospital, the other sat at their side. When they had cuts, they'd patch each other up. When they broke a bone or sustained some other injury, they always made sure that the other healed properly.

Just like now. The cut was small this time, but Shouto'd seen him deal with worse. Shouto'd seen Izuku suffer injuries that he legitimately thought would kill him. He'd said his final goodbyes twice now since they started this job, and both times he barely made it.

It made every moment like these so, so precious.

He would hold onto them, and Shouto, forever.

"I want you just like this," he moaned, "I want you to hold me close tonight."