It took a week for the document to meet everyone's accord. When they all signed and the cost was agreed on, they booked their first session. Shouto sighed in frustration as he watched the calendar.

"We can do Friday, starting the session around 3, but we close at 4." he said. "I don't like this over time thing."

"We've done it before." Izuku said and he patted him on the shoulder. "I could wrap up by 8 maybe."

"And what about the staff?" Shouto asked. "We can't just tell them on short notice."

"It's okay, we don't need them. It could just be you and I. Just like it was for your sessions." Izuku said.

"I can't be there though! I have that dinner with mom and dad." Shouto said.

"Oh, right!" Izuku said. "I'm sorry, we can do it another day! Schedule him for Sunday or something."

"No, no. I have that family thing with everyone, they're trying to rebuild the family or whatever. I can't flake on them and we can't use the staff on the weekend either."

"Well, schedule it for Friday and Sunday then." Izuku suggested, "Let Ochako choose since they want this done quickly."

Shouto's eyes lit up then darkened in the span of a second.

"But you'd be alone with him." Shouto said. Izuku saw on his face that he was completely opposed to it.

"Listen, we need this done and this is the fastest way." Izuku said as calmly as he could. "It's good money, it's just him and I, it's similar to your shoot and that didn't take much. Put in there that Sunday is a good day because I get to work with natural light throughout the day and studio lights in between."

Shouto sighed in resignation. "Do not let him bully you."

"He won't!" Izuku said. He was becoming irritated by Shouto's concern. Only very slightly but he disliked that he was being irritated at all. He sighed and shrugged it off. "Listen, according to the contract, I'm basically his boss yea. He can't piss me off or ruin this contract so he won't do anything to jeopardize that."

Shouto rolled his eyes.

"And I'm not the same Izuku I was back then." Izuku said, plastering on a wide smile.

Ochako had chosen both Friday night and Sunday. Izuku stared at Shouto's 'I told you so' face and raised his hands in defense.

"And don't you dare say it's more money!" Shouto said while maintaining his glare.

"I'll get it done. Please relax. He's already making our relationship tense and he hasn't even done anything yet." Izuku laughed. Shouto's face softened.

"Shit, you're right." Shouto looked immediately troubled and Izuku laughed.

"Do not take me seriously, and do not take Kacchan seriously." Izuku said.

"Stop calling him Kacchan." Shouto said. Izuku rolled his eyes.

"Jealous?" Izuku asked.

"Not particularly. He doesn't deserve a childhood friend name. He wasn't your friend." Shouto said. Izuku always found his way of thinking so direct. He knew better than to argue with him. But he also knew he wasn't about to undo the word Kacchan from his vocabulary.

Friday came and before everyone left the studio for the day, Izuku had their help putting things into place so that all he had to do was shoot, shift lights or lift blinds. He would manage everything by himself either way. Izuku dismissed them early when he realised he wouldn't need them and told them to enjoy the rest of the Friday and weekend.

He turned to his laptop, his eyelids felt heavy. It was the heat again. He had worn a t-shirt today and he held the neck to flap it back and forth to cool his chest. He sat at the desk that was the home for the laptop that displayed the photos as he took them and reeled through what he had done earlier in the day. Izuku sorted them into folders and then smiled, pleased with his work.

He heard the gentle click of the door and then the red light blinked indicating the front door had opened. He looked back over his shoulder and Katsuki stood with a bag slung over his shoulder and a black tank top and jeans.

"Where's Ochako?" Izuku asked with a glance behind Katsuki.

"She's not going to follow me to every shoot I have, Deku." Katsuki said with the shadow of a sneer. Izuku saw that he was suffering from the heat too, his skin had a sheen to it.

"There's a shower-" he started, and Katsuki walked toward him. "Just opposite the toilet, you can shower if you want to."

"You usually let clients use that?" Katsuki asked and he dropped his bag to the floor.

"Not really, but I know you so…" Izuku said.

"You don't." Katsuki corrected.

"Do you want the shower or not?" Izuku said, growing impatient. Katsuki's mouth warped in the way that Izuku remembered it, but it seemed less somehow. It still induced a fear in him though. Katsuki grabbed his bag off the floor and followed the corridor out of sight. Izuku heaved a sigh.

He tried to remember what Shouto said and the words echoed through his mind in his train of neverending chatter. Don't let him bully you. He locked the studio door and changed the sign to 'Closed'.

When Katsuki emerged undried and the light glistened at the droplets that speckled his skin, Izuku's eyes lit with excitement.

"Don't dry off!" Izuku said and pointed excitedly toward the backdrop. "You look perfect like that!" Izuku blushed but Katsuki's expression didn't change. He dropped his towel and Izuku face burned bright red when he realised Katsuki had nothing on beneath it.

"You can put on a boxers!" he said and looked away.

"Make up your mind, Deku. Either I'm perfect or not." Katsuki said and sucked at his teeth in annoyance. He grabbed a boxer brief and slipped into them, droplets gathered at the ends of his spikey hair and water streamed down his shoulders. He stood at the backdrop and faced squarely to Izuku. Izuku took the first shot, the camera shutter punctuated the tension in the air.

"Turn your head that way." Izuku instructed, and he was surprised to see that Katsuki listened. With his head turn, he adjusted his body. And whenever the shutter clicked, he moved an inch. It was an easy rhythm. When the water soaked into Katsuki's skin, he stopped. He grabbed a spray bottle they sometimes used on glass for wet effects and pointed it at Katsuki's body.

"Don't you fucking dare, Deku." Katsuki said as he looked down at him. "I can do it myself."

"No you can't because you can't see yourself or where I want it." Izuku said. He was firm with his words and he clenched his jaw and squared his body. He felt silly for a couple seconds until he saw Katsuki's resolve waiver and he allowed Izuku to spray him. His face was expressionless, but his eyes burrowed holes into Izuku.

"I'm going to open the blinds a little for golden hour light." Izuku said. He pressed a button and one of the tall window's blinds rolled itself up at the top. The yellow light bathed Katsuki's ash blond hair and painted it into a golden crown. Orange beads glowed as they caught the light about him and Izuku thought of covering him in glitter. Next time, he thought excitedly.

Katsuki moved fluidly with Izuku's clicking shutter and Izuku refrained from instructing him. He sprayed him twice more because they transferred to studio lighting and that burned the jewels of water off his skin twice as fast as before. Coming down to the end of the night, Izuku moved closer and closer to where Katsuki now sat and crouched before him to frame his legs in a flat cross and his shoulders slouched, his palms faced up and his body broken down. His neck was elongated and he looked down at Izuku through the lens. Izuku shivered.

He switched lenses so that he could get close ups of Katsuki's features, mimicking the abstract shots he had taken of Shouto and got close to Katsuki again. He sat cross legged before him, their knees almost touched. If Katsuki was upset with Izuku, he did not show it. Izuku reached forward and touched Katsuki's jaw, tilting it back and to the side. He snapped the photo, his fingers were caught in the frame. Katsuki's eyes were slits and they looked painfully angry. His eyebrows didn't follow suit though, so the photo showed a calm exterior and a wondrous storm internally fighting. Izuku was beyond himself with excitement.

He dropped his fingers from the frame and aimed the lens at Katsuki again. He snapped. Katsuki's face now looked like bloodlust. Izuku could find no word other than vampiric to describe it. He was so excited with the photos that he smiled widely as he looked at the display screen.

"Are we done , Deku?" Katsuki asked. He had said it through gritted teeth so the words sounded like a hiss. Izuku looked up and Katsuki hadn't shifted from his position, but he did look down at Izuku. Even sitting, Katsuki was taller than him. Must be because I sit like a shrimp, Izuku chastised himself internally.

"We're done, Kacchan." Izuku said. Katsuki abruptly got to his feet and walked past Izuku who remained seated on the floor. He looked around and saw Katsuki slipping into a t-shirt and sweatpants. "That was great, you know! I'm looking forward to Sunday."

"Don't you fucking be friendly with me Deku. We're not friends. We just work together, and my shift with you has ended. So fuck off." Katsuki spat. He slung the bag onto his shoulder and strode out of the studio. Izuku remained cross legged on the floor, the red light blinked sadly down at him.