Red Photographs

looking a little too long

Katsuki's mind wasn't running straight, hell was it ever? He was lying in bed, the smallest bit of moonlight leaking into his room as he clutched at his hair with one hand. His other hand was resting on his stilled chest as the blush on his face spread throughout his body. He bit his lip harshly, feeling his blood run into his mouth as he anticipated morning. He had never been so excited for a Sunday morning where he would usually get scolded.

Before he could register he had spent the entire night daydreaming about finding that boy again. He happily jumped out of bed as soon as day broke through his house at the sounds of his parent's alarms. He jumped from his bed and hustled himself to get dressed. He grabbed his camera and tripped over his feet as he stumbled through his house to the front door. He shoved his phone and wallet into his pocket as he heard the hissing of the coffee pot in the kitchen.

"Katsuki?" He turned his head to his father as he rubbed his tired eyes. "What're you doing up so early? You're young, go sleep in."

"I wanna get to the beach to take some pictures," Katsuki lied. He was hoping to find that boy again, even though he knew he would see him in class, he wanted to see him out and about again. "I gotta get there before all the fucking tourists arrive."

"I...Alright. Stay safe and call us when you get there and we'll go from there." Katsuki hummed in response before bolting out the front door and running down to the train station. Part of him was hoping to see him on the train, but when he got on all he was were the night-time workers returning home, and they all looked somewhat surprised by a teenager climbing aboard at such an ungodly hour.

Katsuki didn't mind, and the train got him some good pictures. Like the sleeping couple who woke up after the picture was taken, but didn't mind because they looked cute. For a normal photographer the day would have been a great day because Katsuki got a lot of amazing shots at the beach and at the park, but for him, it was a waste because he never saw Kirishima that day.

Katsuki bit his lip when he walked into class the next day. It had only been a week since he got the new picture of Sakane, and yet he found someone better to fawn over in an instant. He didn't care about any of the other photos he got, because that photo was the best one he could have ever gotten. He slugged past his classmates, a scowl on his face as he made it to his desk. He studied the people in the classroom, and none of them was the subject he was waiting for.

The subject he was dying to try to befriend so it could become something more. He spent the entire night looking up Kirishima, but when nothing popped up, he eventually gave up. All he found was a ramen place, and the people who owned it looked nothing like his subject. They had black hair, not red.

He propped his head upon his hand, groaning at the loudness of his classmates. His eyes landed on two of the people he saw with him, who were joking around with four eyes and trying their best to keep his glasses away from him. He rolled his eyes as big elbows tapped the glasses to four eyes back where he couldn't reach. Pink chick doubled over in laughter while big elbows apologized and that it was all in good fun. He didn't remove the glasses.

Katsuki groaned at it until he saw red from the corner of his eye. He looked in the doorway, feeling his heart pulse in his chest when he saw the redhead next to the babbling idiot blonde. He did his best to dismiss the blush on his cheeks to watch Kirishima wave at his two friends before walking over to them with the blonde. He looked at four eyes back before taking the glasses off and handing them to him and smiling at him before scolding his friends. He smiled brightly before setting his stuff down at his desk.

Kirishima caught Katsuki watching him and Katsuki did his best to mask his gaze with a glare and turning away but it was too late for him. He turned his head to the window, mumbling to himself that he was an idiot. "Don't come over," Katsuki mumbled to himself a million times a second before a hand was on his desk and a voice spoke to the back of his head.