Red Photographs

a coverup

Katsuki couldn't put a word on the rumble in his chest he looked at his camera for the next two weeks.

Part of him told him to throw the camera and the board out before he got caught while the other part of him spoke late at night when Katsuki could hear the boy moaning through the walls with the fake sex on his computer screen. Go. Take pictures. Document the beautiful boy that will be his.

But Katsuki couldn't bring himself to touch the camera. Every sight he saw that would be photo worthy of the redhead would make Katsukis chest tighten in worry that he would hear his camera speak again.
He rarely got the notification that his memory card was full, mostly because he changed his memory cards every two months when they would fill up with only enough room for two more pictures, which he would waste those spots on selfies.

The last time he got the notification was when he was taking pictures of Sakane when he was twelve. He fell off the tree he was sitting on and broke his arm, leading him to have physical contact with the boy, which sadly made Katsuki think it was worth the six weeks he couldn't use his Quirk to get to lean against Sakane for an hour while an ambulance was arriving.

He was lucky his bag and camera were still stuck on the tree branch the next day too. From that day on he changed his memory card every two months, which was a bitch for his parents but enjoyable for him.

He woke up Saturday afternoon like any other, except his phone ringing was what woke him. He groaned awake, grabbing his phone from his nightstand and yanking the cord from its charge before holding it to his ear. "What the ever living fuck do you want―"

"Bakugou? This is your number right?"

"K-Koshiro?" He stammered out, quickly sitting up his bed and pulling at his hair before hearing the laughter and music on the other side of his wall. His idiots were already up. He looked at the time on his clock and hissed silently. It was noon, much, much later then he would normally sleep.

"Yeah," the boy laughed. "It's been a while. I was cleaning out my phone of peoples contacts I didn't need anymore and stumbled upon yours. Hope you didn't mind the call."

"I mean, you fucking woke me up," Katsuki held his knees to his chest, tucking his chin over his knees as he eyed the camera on his desk that tormented him.

Sakane laughed. "Sorry about that. Are you busy today? I was wondering if you wanted to get some coffee and catch up. I know we barely talked in Junior High but so much has happened for you that I just wanted to get the scoop."

"You sound like a fucking new reporter," Katsuki groaned as the camera smirked at him, whispering its temptations. "What's your real fucking goal."

Sakane nervously laughed. "I'm working on becoming a journalist in all honesty, and my final in my English class is to get an interview with a ProHero or an upcoming up. I might as well use my advantage and get a leg up before everyone else."

"What about fucking Deku. He goes to UA too and would be fucking thrilled to sit with you for fucking six hours and tell you about―"

"I don't have Midoriya's number, besides, after humiliating him through school, I―I don't think he wants to see me anytime soon." Sakane stammered out then sighed. "Can I meet up with you later today to get an interview or..." he led on, waiting for Katsuki to answer.

The blonde groaned before throwing his blanket off his body and tugging at his hair. "Fuck fine. I'll try to find someone to cover for me."

"Awesome! Meet me at the train station by the old Playground at one." Before Katsuki could say anything else Sakane had hung up, and the blonde could hear the conversation behind the wall as he leaned his head back against it.