Mark
When asked about the mark on her wrist, Ochako can't help but feel nauseous.
It's a disturbing reminder of what she is to fulfill and she avoids the question, changing it into something that's less of a burden… like the lovely weather they are having.
When she is alone, she stares at the hideous two white dots her wrist. It's sickly white compared to her healthy pale complexion— an ugly blemish that has her lips turning downward in distaste.
She grimaces when she touches it. The texture of the mark is rough, resembling that of a scar but it is warm; much warmer than her normal body temperature and she pulls on the sleeve of her witch's garb to cover it.
Such an ugly mark should not be so warm.
Pt. 2
Katsuki hasn't noticed it before… the mark on his hip.
Two black dots that are warm to the touch, symmetrical in way that is almost elegant. Close but they are not touching.
He finds himself unable to look away.
How long has that mark been there? It's a question he can't answer.
What does it mean? He isn't sure if he wants to know the answer.
He finally decides it's nothing to fuss over.
He decides they're nothing but two black dots.
