Weeks passed, then months of dorm life. Provisional license exams came and went, and Katsuki was studying with IcyHot to redeem themselves and get theirs so they wouldn't be behind their class. The Culture Festival passed, and then Endeavor had barely managed to make it out free of an attack, only being lucky to keep his eyes and get a large scar on the right side of his face. Even throughout it all, it didn't stop the growth of his hidden board in his closet, and how the pictures he could manage to take of Eijiro had grown outside the board and taken up most of the back wall space in his closet. It was peeking out from what Katsuki could see, so he needed to buy clothes to hide the ever living collage of the beautiful redhead.
So here he was currently, clothes shopping with the idiots he had been forced to befriend for Eijiros sake. He had finished getting clothes he knew he would rarely wear, but most likely would considering they were all black aside from a few shirts. His eyes traced the idiots he was following in the mall as they ran ahead. He watched as Ashido tossed Seros hat over to Kaminari who then tossed it back over Seros head.
Although Katsuki wouldn't admit to them, he knew their names. He just didn't like using them. So Ashido was Pinky, Sero was Soy Sauce and Kaminari was Pikachu. The only name he actually said was Eijiros, but he couldn't use the name he was craving for. So he could only use Kirishima. He heard laughter at his side, looking over at Eijiro as he laughed, his eyes remaining on their friends.
"They're gonna get us kicked out," Eijiro laughed as he turned his head to Katsuki. "Did you get everything you needed? We're not going to be allowed another free day for a couple of weeks."
"Uh yeah, I did," Katsuki muttered as he looked at all the bags Eijiro was carrying. Ashido got the most out of all of them, and it was because her acid burned through her clothes. Eijiro was carrying everyone's bags but Katsukis, but the redhead didn't seem to mind. Sero got a few video games while Kaminari got a bunk of shit that the teens knew he would rarely use. But Eijiro was carrying all of their bags without a sweat breaking on his face.
Katsuki looked forward, groaning when he saw the idiots were gone. He mentally cursed himself before seeing them crowding by a glass window, looking into a tech store. Katsuki grabbed Eijiros collar and pulled him over to the teens.
"The fuck are you―" Katsuki paused at the large image in front of him. He looked up at the store sign before mentally cursing out his mother. Of course, she sent in his pictures to a photo gallery, but why this one.
It was of the teens in their hero costumes, but the way Katsuki snuck in the picture made them look godlike. Sero was flying across the sky with Ashido skating on her acid below in the foreground with a wave of white behind her. Kaminari had static growing around him with his arm pointing out and directing an electric attack on whoever they were up against while he had Seros tape holding him up in the sky connecting his waist to Seros shoulder. Eijiro was flying slightly below Kaminari with his whole body hardened. Ashido was in the middle of sending a stream of acid to mix with electricity. Each and every one of them was smiling widely.
It was hard to believe that this shot was taken during hero training and not an attack.
Katsuki did his best to hide his blush as his friends praised the picture. "I wonder who took it! It looks so awesome!" Ashido grinned widely as a store attendant walked out. "Excuse me," she giggled slightly. "Do you know who took this picture?" The attendant looked at her before looking at the picture.
"Aren't you the kids in it?" He asked.
"Yeah but we didn't know we were photographed," Sero nervously laughed.
"Oh well uhm," the man cleared his throat before elongating his arm into the store. It returned back with a booklet and he opened it. He flipped through the pages before humming. "A Masaru and Mitsuki B. dropped it off with some other pieces inside. They said their son took them. This one is out here because it's selling for over 100,000 USD or over 11 million yen." Katsukis jaw dropped at the number.
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Red Photographs
FanfictionKatsuki had always been good at taking pictures, it was a hobby barely anyone outside his family knew about. He was taking pictures around a park when he spotted his new favorite model. (I don't own this fan fiction all credits go to Madmyers13)