No one really noticed when he started wearing a long-sleeved shirt under his normal tee, nor did anyone comment when it later switched to a turtleneck.
As long as he kept up with the red-and-white theme, nothing mattered.
Still, it was one more thing to worry about, the scars he kept in human form.
Danny stifled a yawn, dropping his backpack onto his bedroom floor and toeing the door closed behind him. In one smooth motion, he peeled off the turtleneck, letting the t-shirt bunch up and come off as well. The bundle was tossed into his hamper, before Danny lifted his arms in a stretch.
He examined his body in the mirror, abdomen taut with his arms up over his head, ribs still showing despite the growing musculature that hugged them.
Danny dropped his arms in an exhale, tracing a thumb over the thin latticework of close calls and too-late dodges that echoed over his skin.
He had been surprised, initially, how often ghosts liked to take gut shots.
Of course his arms and shoulders were covered in them as well, blades and claws being particularly common weapons in the ghosts he fought. His back, too, spoke volumes of the times he had been thrown into buildings, trees, and rocks.
A particularly nasty one curved around the soft flesh of his waist, a purple-pink color that looked more like evidence of surgery than he would like. Skulker had been pleased with that hit, his blade gleaming with ectoplasm before Danny retaliated with a ferocity that surprised the hunter. If anyone ever saw it and asked, he might be able to get away with saying his appendix was removed.
It was an odd sort of thing, that all of his scars from his ghost half carried over to his human body. Alternately, scars on his human half seemed to be completely healed by the time he changed back, skin restored to its previous condition.
He lifted one hand, gentle fingers tracing over the twin pink crescents on his chest. It was probably a coincidence that the inner points framed his Core
Danny gave the mirror a faint smile. All his scars, but two.