Pretty Through All of My Eyes || Bakudeku

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"Take a picture of me?"

Bakugo looks up seeing a short, green haired, freckle scattered face bending down looking right at him.

"Fuck off." Bakugo mutters and continues on tinkering with his camera. "Awh come on." says the mysterious green man bending over even closer.

The green man was filled with enthusiasm, smiling ear to ear and staring right into the blonde's fiery red pits waiting for his answer.

"If you're here to annoy me please GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME." Bakugo says basically screaming at this point.

"Midoriya why are you messing with him."
chuckled a person with dorky spiked up red hair from behind. Midoriya just smiled at Bakugo and got up to dust himself off before running back after shooting a small smile.

Bakugo scoffed at him before going back to whatever he was doing. Whether it was the history of cameras or depicting what a portrait is trying to portray Bakugo knows it all. He would not be able to stop talking if someone were to mention something about photography but sadly he can't. Why? Well blondes over here has anger issues which results in no friends. And which is why he is basically a loner.

He of course desperately tries to change and be the better version of himself but it just doesn't work. Change takes time and he knows it. He knows he should at least give off an attempt when the chances come but he keeps messing it up.

"Next time.." Bakugo sighs and got off the bench to walk to his next class but something catches his eye. It was the school's bulletin board with the portraits taken by the winners of the latest photography contest.

"Connections - 1st place (Bakugo Katsuki)"
"Through my eyes - 2nd place (Takumi Ren)"
"Happiness- 3rd place (Suzuki Momo)"

He stared in awe. Well he obviously knew he'd get first place. I mean it's THE Bakugo Katsuki. But it wasn't his which he was staring at. It was the second place; Takumi Ren's portrait. It was a picture of a girl smiling in a field of flowers with the moonlight shining right behind her. Her features were delicately illuminated and every curve were gracefully portrayed. What were they trying to portray? Through my eye? Why did they mean by that? How did a picture of a girl correlate with "Through my eyes"? Thoughts were running through his mind, confused and questions on how that managed to get 2nd place. He finally read the story underneath:

"This portrait isn't just about her beauty and graceful demeanor. The way I see her through my lenses is everything. From adoration and complete admiration. To me she isn't just some model to be captured; she's a muse, a source of inspiration, and a symbol of everything pure and divine in the world."

"Wow." was the only thing that could come out. Yes, it's amazing but he still couldn't understand how someone could look in one's eyes. He stood there admiring before he heard some shuffling behind. "Hey.." waved Midoriya.

"Now what.?" he mentally slapped himself for saying that. "Oh it's just that you've been standing here for quite some time and I just wanted to know what it was." Midoriya replied.

Before Bakugo could reply Midoriya had already walked infront of him and was staring at the same board. "Woah. First Place?!" he practically squealed. "That's amazing! You're amazing!" he said before giving Bakugo a congratulatory hug.

Bakugo stood in shock trying to process what the hell was going on. "Fuck, get off." Bakugo pushed him off and was red all over. Because of embarrassment? Anger? Who knows? "Oh shit sorry Bakugo." Midoriya got off quickly and laughed to himself. "No but seriously you're amazing. I loved the way you depicted your portrait. And the picture too of course!"

It wasn't really interesting thought Bakugo. It was a picture of a drunk friend group linked together, arms draped over eachother, laughing and dancing under a dimly lit streetlight with the colors of the city not far behind. He snapped the picture after also rounds of drink by himself and kept it incase you know. The description was:

"I'd like to portray this to be the symbol of friendship. Everything anyone would yearn for. Despite everything the joy they find within eachother is truly admirable."

"Well it wasn't what I was looking at." whispered Bakugo. "It's the second one." Midoriya's eyes darted over to the second on analyzing the text, the picture and overall the beauty of it.

"Wow." was also the only thing that came out of Midoriya too. "Right?? As much as I could decipher it I still can't understand it. Not to mention the beauty of the picture too. The color contrast, the..., LITERALLY EVERYTHING." screamed Bakugo.

"Pfft" chuckled Midoriya. "I can't believe the hot head Bakugo Katsuki can also be like this." "Yeah, I get what you mean." Midoriya flashed a small smile just admiring what he had to say.

When Bakugo realized what had happened heat ran up all the way from his toes to his head. "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOUR NERDY ASS GOES SPREADING THIS SHIT AROUND." screamed Bakugo before running away from embarrassment.

Midoriya was left alone.

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A/N

First chapter done!! How'd you like it?

i love kirishima and his silly hair ❤️

Word count : 897