He woke early on Sunday morning before the sun had risen. The lack of weight on his head from his missing hair felt strange and the air touching the parts of his scalp when it hadn't before took some getting used to. Izuku found that his hand would often pass over the back of his head as he sorted photos. When he was done with the week's work he had not given to Iida, but to himself, he started on his self portraits.

There was one of himself he liked, and one he liked that was full body. He fiddled with it for a long time, frowning at his face and wishing it looked different. The mop of curls on his head annoyed him, not that he knew what he looked like with this haircut.

The room filled with the cool warm sunlight of the rising sun, the kind that didn't warm the room quite yet before it was opened to full blast and felt like a light bath. Izuku heard Shouto stir in bed, and he didn't look back at him, pretending to not have heard him.

"Good morning, sunshine." Shouto said. Izuku felt Shouto's hands meet the back of hair and rub the shortness of it. It felt like being on the receiving end of being velvet. He tilted his head back to look at Shouto and smiled sleepily.

"Hi babe." he said and Shouto leaned in for a light peck of the lips.

"You look like you're right out of the 1940s." Shouto teased. He ruffled Izuku's hair and it poofed up a little.

"Do you like it?" Izuku asked.

"Of course, my favourite person is wearing it." Shouto said. Izuku saw his eyes flicker to the monitor where his half edited photo looked seriously back at them.

"I'm not done." Izuku said, gesturing to it with an awkward flap of his hands.

"I do miss that hair though." Shouto said. "More to grab onto."

Izuku blushed brightly and felt a ball of nerves dissipate from his stomach.

"Where did you get it done? It's really nice, I could probably go there, change my hairstyle for once." Shouto said.

"Like you'd ever." Izuku teased. "And a place called Red Riot."

"Oh! I don't know there. How'd you find them?" Shouto asked. Izuku hesitated and swallowed thickly.

"I- um. A friend took me." Izuku said.

"A friend?" Shouto laughed. The sun had warmed the room now, filling the room with hot light. Izuku blamed that for the heat on his neck and face. "I know all our friends, did you make friends at the gym?"

"I did, yea." Izuku chuckled. The ball that had unravelled earlier now tightened again.

"Bring them around some time." Shouto said. He sauntered away to the bathroom and left Izuku feeling uneasy.

Izuku moved from behind his desk when he smelled eggs and bacon, one of the few things Shouto did well and they ate breakfast. Time moved painfully slowly and by the time it was 2 pm, Shouto and Izuku were bored out of their minds.

No amount of series would hold their attention for long enough that they could enjoy it, it was simply one of those days where sitting still did nothing to entertain them. After tossing a bit on the couch and mindlessly clicking through new and upcoming shows, Izuku's mind wandered back to the studio and the feeling of his head on the couch.

He wanted to try again. And today was as good enough a day as any.

"Hey," Izuku started cautiously. "Do you mind if I leave you here and go back to the studio to try out this new hairstyle?"

"You don't want me there?" Shouto asked, pinching Izuku's sides playfully.

"You'd make me nervous!" Izuku laughed and slapped away his hands.

"I do , do I?" Shouto said. "I guess that's a good thing then." Shouto smiled.

"So I can go?" Izuku asked.

"I may be your man, but I'm not your keeper." Shouto said. "Go have fun. Maybe hit the gym after. You could never have too good of a butt."

Izuku laughed and dodged as Shouto tried to grab his ass as he got off the couch and packed a bag. He slipped some suspenders in and thought he could make it look nice.

It wasn't until he had put them on at the studio did he remember wearing them the first day he had heard that Katsuki Bakugou was coming to hire them. Him. He immediately took it off again and set up the backdrop, lights, camera, laptop, and remote shutter.

He positioned himself in the spot of the mannequin and took the first shot. Izuku hated it. 'You're too awkward, Deku.' He heard Katsuki under his breath echo through his mind.

Izuku took a deep breath then let his limbs fall. Everytime he felt himself tense up, he took a deep breath and let his limbs naturally unravel to where they wanted. He stretched sometimes, trying to liquify his body in the hopes it would look different than a man in a white poet's shirt, and dark jeans.

It wasn't long before he decided he still hated the photos, despite his new hair. His hair and eyes no longer looked too round, they just looked wrong. He didn't know what to do with them anymore than he knew before. And he hated himself. He felt guilt about lying to Shouto and guilt about treating Katsuki poorly when he never did either of those things in his lifetime before. Even when Katsuki was his bully, he was always kind back. There was no sense in treating rudeness with rudeness, it wasted so much time. And it wasn't in Izuku to be unkind anyway.

It was 5 pm and Izuku had flipped through the photos at the table where he had seen Katsuki so engrossed in Izuku's own photos before. He groaned as the internal argument with himself raged on.

His phone was in his hands more than not as his fingertips fidgeted over Whatsapp. He settled for messaging Shouto.

'Not having much luck. I hate this.'
-Izuku

Izuku watched the message be delivered and felt no satisfaction because he knew it wouldn't come with a solution. There was only one person he knew who could help. But he fucked that up by losing his temper. Katsuki Bakugou didn't strike him as the forgiving type.

The phone lit up and displayed Shouto's message.

'You want to come home? Have some dinner delivered?"
-Todo

'I'm not hungry yet. But order something and I'll eat when I'm home.'
-Izuku

'What time are you coming back?'
-Todo

'Idk. I shouldn't stay too late anyway. We have work tomorrow.'
-Izuku

He was disliking this conversation and found it pointless. Then he felt bad about thinking that because it was Shouto. His Shouto.

'Pizza?'
-Todo

'Yess, haven't had that in forever.'
-Izuku

'See you soon, babe. Love you.'
-Todo

'Soon! Ily'
-Izuku

Izuku didn't close the app and his fingers scrolled down to Kacchan without opening the chat. It had been buried over the weeks by conversations with clients and his mom. He hated that he found his name and it made not messaging all the more difficult.

"Fuck it." Izuku muttered.

'I'm sorry. I need you.'
-Izuku

"Wait, what the fuck did I just send?" Izuku said, staring at the message. "Shit, shit, shit."

'Sorry for what?'
-Kacchan

"What does he mean, 'sorry for what." Izuku frowned.

'I bit your head off. You didn't deserve that, not quite like that.'
-Izuku

Izuku stared at the words rereading it because he thought he might forget something. Or he had mistyped and would somehow make everything worse. Or that Katsuki would tell him to fuck off all to hell and refuse to help him, go back on what they had agreed on simply because Izuku had exploded. Because he couldn't control his feelings.

There was a long silence in the chat, and Izuku could see that he wasn't online. He felt silly for thinking he was entitled to anything and should get an answer or hold a consistent conversation. And of course, Katsuki had a life, it was Sunday night. He was definitely with Ochako at 6 pm. She's his priority. Izuku felt a pang and swept it aside.

'I get that all the time. I'm just surprised you bite.'
-Kacchan

"I bite?" Izuku said. Is he flirt- nope, he's just being nice.

'Are we still on, for the teaching modelling/photography thing?'
-Izuku

'You need me, eh?'
-Kacchan

Izuku blushed. He wished he hadn't sent that. It felt like something it wasn't and it was never meant to be seen, read, or heard.

'There's only one Kacchan.'
-Izuku

'Tomorrow, then. After your studio is closed or whatever.'
-Kacchan

'I wanted to go to the gym after.'
-Izuku

'I'll be there too, anyway. After gym then.'
-Kacchan

"He's acting like I did nothing wrong." Izuku said out loud to himself. "He's being nice again and then I imagine he's going to be an asshole when I see him."

'I'll make an effort to be nice.'
-Kacchan

'You don't have to be. I know you hate me.'
-Izuku

The words were sent again before he had any idea what he was sending. He read it and thought it was true anyway. Katsuki did hate him. Izuku never had a reason to believe otherwise.

'Sure.'
-Kacchan

"Sure?" Izuku asked his phone. "What's that mean, sure?"

The conversation did nothing to help how he felt either. He watched Shouto's chat under 'Kacchan' and sighed in frustration. Neither of them helped, and he just felt guiltier than ever.

Within the blink of an eye, it was Monday evening and Izuku had kissed Shouto goodbye as he crossed the road to the gym and Shouto got into a taxi. Izuku tried to remember the last time they had ridden to work together and at what point Shouto had started taking cars to and from work, but he couldn't.

He didn't blame Shouto at all, he woke so early sometimes, it was a wonder that he got enough sleep to function, but if he ever tried to sleep in or go to bed early, his body would protest in the form of keeping his eyes wide open.

He was nervous about meeting Katsuki at the gym. The last time he was here wasn't pleasant. It hardly even felt like two days ago. The whirlwind of emotions, self doubt, overthinking, and possibly his little lies had all amalgamated into a cantaloupe sized ball of guilt and worry in the pit of his stomach. He felt like he would get winded easily if he were to try to run on the treadmill.

Izuku placed his bag into the locker and hesitated before he went to the treadmill, resigned to walk if not run. He hadn't gone a total of 1 kilometer before Katsuki came to the treadmill beside him. Izuku didn't say anything but listened as hard as he could to the music in his ears. He didn't know what to say or if he wanted to say anything. He didn't know what he was doing.

The smokey maple smell drifted to him and he shut his eyes as though to shut his sense of smell off. It didn't work. Katsuki was running now, and Izuku didn't feel red eyes on him, which brought him a big relief.

* Katsuki *

Why'd he have to ruin it, Katsuki asked himself as he stared straight out the glass window at the people walking by. Stupid fucking view of the stupid fucking studio every day and I thought we were cool.

Katsuki put the speed up a bit and glanced at Izuku, saw the headphones in his ears and could almost hear how loud it was blasting and he felt a surge of annoyance.

He didn't want to go bigger, he was happy where he was. Katsuki had made enough money to retire on if he counted his money as he went along. But Ochako had insisted that it was his next big step and he had nothing else to do. When she had mentioned Izuku Midoriya as the possible photographer to expand his portfolio, he remembered their rivalry.

They wanted to be like Yagi Toshinori, the most well known photographer and model the world had known. But Katsuki couldn't understand cameras and gave up on it when he had realised he was better in front of the lens than behind. His mother was a hand model and she got him into the business at a young age.

Before he knew what was happening, Katsuki Bakugou was a household name in their city. His face was everywhere. He loved the attention of course, and no one had ever told him that he was anything but amazing, including Izuku.

He could do no wrong.

Izuku was so small and followed him everywhere, all the time and at some point, Katsuki had seen him with a little camera, overjoyed as he snapped photo after photo. Katsuki was so angry about it, that the little shit could pick up a camera and take photos, something he couldn't do, so his bullying increased.

Katsuki was generally aggressive to everyone, Izuku was around often and that was why he was on the receiving end often. Then it got worse.

When they were 14, Izuku won a local competition. His photo was the pride and joy of the school and Katsuki had stared at it with contempt. He resolved himself to avoid Izuku as much as he could, he hated him.

I had it coming, Katsuki said as he listened to his feet thump on the belt. I was an absolute fucking monster because he could do what I couldn't.

Katsuki glanced again at Izuku and he was still walking. It had been a half an hour now and he didn't run. He thought maybe he was making him uncomfortable and turned off his machine after walking for a minute to cool down and then went to the furthest part of the gym from Izuku.

And they danced around the gym until Katsuki finished his sets. He didn't glance at Izuku as he walked toward the locker rooms. He stripped, showered, and clothed himself, and he heard Izuku come in at some point. He knew it was him because of the muttering, and a smell that Katsuki associated with springs and running water.

He slung his bag into the back seat of his parked car then leaned back on it while scrolling through his phone. He wasn't a big social media guy, but Ochako insisted on him managing his own Instagram page so that he could become more 'personable'. People liked him just fine, but she thought he could improve, and he didn't want to. He relented anyway.

He heard the gym door woosh open and looked up. Izuku stopped in his tracks.

"You gonna not talk to me all day?" Katsuki asked. He tried to not be mean, but he heard the aggressiveness in his voice.

"Let's just go to the studio." Izuku said.

"There's your voice. Was wondering if I hit the mute button." Katsuki said. He felt a little of himself die on the inside at the joke, because it didn't sound like a joke, it sounded like bullying. Where is my off switch?

Izuku was silent and Katsuki followed suit. They crossed the road to the studio and Katsuki watched Izuku as he unlocked the door and disarmed the alarm. It always felt so formal here.

When he had learned that Izuku was a photographer and Ochako had decided on him as his next collaboration, he wasn't surprised but he was more annoyed than he had been in a long time. One, because Katsuki had forgotten his dream and Izuku reminded him that he was complacent in not chasing his. And two, because that meant he would have to play nice with Izuku through the process to make Ochako happy.

And Katsuki was extra pissed. So it took all the more effort to be a normal functioning human being and not revert back into belittling Izuku whenever he felt threatened.

Now here they were, together, in this studio. He offered to teach Izuku how to pose in exchange for being taught photography. He hated the idea of asking for help, but Izuku was kind, he would help him if he asked. The random outburst of anger wasn't expected, but was deserved. He deserved worse.

Katsuki didn't know why Izuku agreed. As much as he was sure he had hated Izuku, he was sure Izuku hated him. Izuku could think Katsuki was amazing and still hate him.

He watched as the green haired man's muscles rippled and stretched while he pointed lights, fixed the camera, laptop and all the other little things and wondered how not any one of his own self portraits looked as good as portraits of Katsuki.

Izuku wasn't a bad looking man. He was just infuriatingly self conscious and didn't know what to do.

That infuriated Katsuki. How could he be this successful photographer, be the only photographer Katsuki had ever had that kind of chemistry with, and still be so self conscious and doubting.

And Katsuki decided to help him. He didn't really acknowledge that it was because he had bullied him, not directly. But he knew he could help him after discovering that he had been doing self portraits and failing.

Now Izuku had this haircut that literally made Katsuki uncomfortable to be within two feet of him. He was magnetic before, because of their chemistry of course, but now Katsuki couldn't stop thinking about photographing him. Getting him to do what he wanted. Controlling him the way he had controlled Katsuki when he had no choice but to listen to Izuku when he was the model.

He was going to help him, but he was going to enjoy it. A whole new concept.

Izuku looked at him, his hand on the camera on the tripod.

"What do you want me to do?" Katsuki asked.

"Stand over there. I used to use the mannequin to focus before, but you're here, so I might as well use you." Izuku said. He said the last half of his sentence facing where the lights lit against the backdrop. Katsuki could see his ears turn red though, now that his hair was cut away from it. Fucking insecure little shit, Katsuki thought, Still ordering me around and somehow can't just own it.

Katsuki obliged and stood where he felt the light hit him the best. If it was one thing he was good at, he knew how and where to stand when the light was on.

He didn't hear the shutter click, but heard the lens whir as it focused.

"Good, now come over here." Izuku said. He didn't look at Katsuki and that frustrated him even more, which he knew would manifest as pettiness and anger. He swallowed it. He needed Izuku to like him, to help him.

"You know, I thought we had good chemistry." Katsuki said. He was following instinct here, and he hoped it worked. Izuku's green eyes snapped to him. It worked. Izuku's face remained the same expression, and Katsuki could see him playing the words in his head, that stupid inner muttering thing only Katsuki seemed to hear.

"I thought you were like that for every shoot with everyone else." Izuku said. He turned the laptop to where Katsuki was standing.

"It's never been that easy." Katsuki said. He walked around to where Izuku stood with the camera on the tripod. It stared at a blank backdrop, now that he had left the frame. Izuku smelled of fresh spring water and the green of trees, he couldn't explain it. It wasn't floral.

Izuku didn't respond. Not holding a conversation, Katsuki thought. I have to make this okay again. He was peeved and wanted more from their time together, he needed Izuku to respond.

"You can look through here, the viewfinder, to see the frame." Izuku pointed to a little eyehole at the top of the camera. "But I'll leave the live view on so you can practice framing. Use the rule of thirds, the three lines you see here. Where the lines intersect, that's a good place to put my face or place of interest on my body, clothes you want to sell or whatever."

Izuku had slowed down his words and was speaking clearly, which Katsuki thought was an improvement. The man's eyes strictly stayed on the camera and Katsuki was having a hard time standing behind him and keeping focus on the camera and not his neck. The newly exposed skin that had been hidden behind his curls before. There were freckles there. He forced his eyes back to the camera.

"This wheel thing, there are modes. So you'll use auto for now, and then we can explore aperture and shutter speed modes, and then full manual." Izuku said. Katsuki was following along. "I have the focus on auto right now, but, I want you to be able to do it manually eventually. Turn the lens like this," Izuku turned the lens with a delicate twist of his fingers, Katsuki could see scars there he hadn't noticed before. He wondered where they were from. He had gone silent, so Izuku glanced back at him and Katsuki nodded automatically.

"We'll focus on you taking a photo first before you help me with my posing." Izuku said. Katsuki grunted. He didn't like that. He wanted to be the one giving orders right now.

"You gonna wear that?" Katsuki asked him. Izuku had on a too bright t-shirt meant for the gym and pants that looked like basketball shorts, but he was somehow drowning in it.

"Does it matter?" Izuku answered.

"Fuck yea, Deku. If I'm gonna do this, it's gotta be right." Katsuki said. He didn't want wasted photos, he wanted at least one he could be proud of, see progress in. That orange piece of shit was not it.

"Kacchan." Izuku said. That fucking nickname, Katsuki thought. Izuku's shoulders slouched and his height was reduced by a couple inches. "What? What do you want me to wear then?"

"Strip." Katsuki said before he could stop the word. Izuku blanched.

"I-I'm not going to-" Izuku stammered.

"Not all of it, idiot." Katsuki said, hastening to correct himself. "Just the stupid orange thing. I'm fine with the shorts."

"You don't want me to put on anything that's on the rack over there?" Izuku said. Katsuki barely glanced at the hanging clothes. He had no interest.

"You've seen me without a thing on but glitter ." Katsuki said. "Be glad I'm not making you do that."

Katsuki saw him open his mouth to protest at the thought.

"That was aggressive. Sorry." Katsuki said. Izuku's mouth gaped like a fish. "I'm trying to be funny, and you're just. You don't trust me."

"I don't." Izuku said.

"I need us to be back to that chemistry thing because this is gonna suck without it." Katsuki said. He hated saying the words, it felt like he was pouring out his feelings and he never did that, not even to Ochako. He could show her he loved her by physical affection and actions. She wants me to be nicer, too, Katsuki thought bitterly.

The only people who loved him without wanting him to change were the people who saw his photos and didn't know him at all. That wasn't love.

"I don't know, Kacchan." Izuku said. "It might take a while."

"If I'm nice, would it make a difference?" Katsuki asked. He had to unclench his jaw so that it sounded kind, or less tense.

"I don't know." Izuku said. He was holding his forearm and his head was tilted. He wanted to take the photo but he must have zoned out when Izuku was telling him what to do. He looked at the camera on the tripod and thought it reminded him of training wheels. The bright silver button looked just about where Izuku would press and he heard the shutter, so he tried it.

There was a flash and Izuku flinched.

"Hey! Tell me when you're going to do that." Izuku said.

"Do you tell me when you're about to?" Katsuki asked. "No." He answered himself and he flinched because it wasn't kind. He just couldn't be, he didn't know how to be. He didn't bother apologizing though, since being nice wouldn't work, not right now.

Katsuki looked at the little framed Izuku on the display of the camera. It was hard to tell if it was in focus, he had heard the lens whir but he couldn't tell. Izuku was studying himself on the screen of the laptop. His eyes were opened in surprise.

"I look good!" Izuku said so softly, Katsuki strained to hear it.

"Is it in focus? How'd I do?" Katsuki asked. It looked too bright in a corner and it didn't look like Izuku's portraits of him at all. The composition was all wrong. But Izuku looked nice. Better than his own self portraits. He was more relaxed, which perplexed Katsuki. Izuku was clearly uncomfortable being alone with him and always on defense, so he didn't understand why all of a sudden, compared to his clammed up and stiff poses he had seen, he was somehow relaxed.

"It's in focus, the autofocus worked." Izuku said. His eyes flickered to Katsuki before they dropped to study how he was holding his arms and comparing it to the display.

"Yay, fucking great. I can press a button. Now what?" Katsuki asked.

"Take the camera off the tripod, I guess." Izuku said. Katsuki felt his stomach drop, he had no worries about replacing the camera, but something about holding it without any support made him feel like he would drop it immediately. It must have shown on his face because Izuku was smiling, amused. "Put the strap around your neck, it won't fall, even if you accidentally let go."

"Okay." Katsuki said. He looked at the tripod and put his hands where the camera connected to the tripod and couldn't figure out what to pull, or push to get it loose. He heard Izuku make an impatient sound and he walked forward and his hand brushed against Katsuki's. Katsuki pulled away at the contact. Izuku deftly freed the camera and handed it to him, outstretching his arms with the strap to put it over Katsuki's head.

He ducked a little so Izuku could reach, forcing himself into the action to try to be a little warmer. It was against his entire nature. He held his breath.

"There, all set." Izuku said. He went back into place and looked at Katsuki and a smile tugged at the corners of Izuku's mouth. "So, hold it up to your face, look at the screen or try the viewfinder. Put my face into one of the places where the lines cross."

Katsuki almost called him out for his stupid smile. What's he smiling at, the little shit eater, Katsuki seethed.

He held the camera up instead and softened as he looked at Deku's small smile through the viewfinder and he clicked. The flash went off and the sound made him jump. Izuku turned away and hid his face behind his palm before turning back to the camera. He glanced at the laptop and looked at Katsuki.

"I mean, that's interesting, but, because I'm not that great of a model, I guess I don't know where the light is or where to go." Izuku said. His shoulders slumped a little in defeat.

"Well, let me direct you." Katsuki said.

"You have to learn the camera first." Izuku said.

"Or," Katsuki hesitated. He could tell he wasn't getting it at all and probably wouldn't. "You could frame yourself up the way you would for a self shoot, and I can just, click the shutter away without changing the frame. Then I can at least direct you, and maybe learn something."

Izuku's eyes lit up. Katsuki's chest tightened a little. He hoped that Izuku didn't hate him and this could work.

"Okay." Izuku said. He bounced over to Katsuki and took the camera from around his neck, Katsuki dodged his hands as best he could. Izuku fidgeted quickly with the buttons and settings, looked through the lens at the empty backdrop and then looked up at Katsuki. He pointed.

"Go over there, Kacchan." he instructed. "I'll get it set up."

"Would it kill you to call me anything other than that?" Katsuki asked as he did as instructed.

"Probably, literally, yes." Izuku said with a playful half smile. He was attaching the camera back to the tripod and framing Katsuki. "Could you duck a little, I'm shorter than you."

Katsuki bent his knees a little. Somehow the little shit had started giving him orders again. Izuku looked up at him from through the viewfinder and Katsuki saw him cower a little. He softened his face as best he could. Sorry, he thought. He hoped it showed. He hated the word, saying it out loud never felt genuine.

"Okay, you're all set. Come here." Izuku said.

"You're very good at ordering people about, huh." Katsuki said as he stepped beside Izuku and looked at the camera that was about a foot shorter than him, higher than it was before but still, not like it would be when it was around his neck.

"It's my job, except when it's you." Izuku said.

"But you're ordering me about right now." Katsuki said.

"Am I?" Izuku said with a sly smile. He stood where Katsuki had been and watched the laptop screen. "Ok, take a shot, let me see how it looks."

"What about the settings?" Katsuki asked.

"It's all set, just press the button." Izuku said, patience peppering his voice.

Katsuki pressed it and looked at the resulting portrait. Izuku's shoulders looked broad, his jaw cut and clenched, and his hand around his wrist while he balanced on one hip. He looked good, the photo was good.

"Oh, man. I was even shorter than that?" Izuku muttered. "Just, turn the end of that handle there, gently, and then tilt it a little down, get me in frame better. Just less than an inch, then take the photo again."

Katsuki did as he was told and then took the photo. Izuku's eyebrows were high on his face in this frame, his amusement bright on his face at Katsuki's awkward, jerking movement of the head of the tripod.

"Don't laugh at me, nerd." Katsuki said under his breath. Izuku's mouth twitched and he hid his smile. "You look good, you're more relaxed."

And he wished he hadn't said it, because Izuku clammed up and stiffened so much, it looked as though someone had put him in a freezer. Katsuki sighed in exasperation.

"Ah fucking Deku. You had it man, then you just turned into a popsicle." Katsuki said. He took the photo and pointed angrily at the laptop. Izuku surveyed himself and threw his hands to the air in frustration.

"What are we doing here, Kacchan?" Izuku asked. "This is fucking terrible."

"You were fine before I opened my mouth and you got all in your own head again." Katsuki said, jabbing his own finger at his temple.

"You mean that?" Izuku asked.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it, would I?" Katsuki asked. He turned away and glanced out the windows. The sun had long set when they were in the gym, and the lights outside through the mask of the sun blocking blinds were eerie shadows of green, red and yellow with the occasional passing of white high beams of the cars as they paused at the lights.

"Okay, Kacchan." Izuku said quietly. Katsuki stole a look at him and found him thinking, his eyebrows scrunched and his hand passing through his new hair mindlessly. A curl dropped carelessly onto his forehead.

"What?" Katsuki asked when Izuku looked at him, his eyes questioning.

"I'll set up the remote shutter. And you can pose me as the camera is there. And I can take the photo or you can take the photo with the remote." Izuku said. Katsuki had to pose him? What did that mean?

He watched Izuku fiddle with the camera and reset some lights.

And the sheen on Izuku's skin was mesmerizing for a moment and Katsuki wished he could capture it on camera.

He was no Izuku Midoriya.