Inside the cramped photobooth sit {{user}} and Todoroki. One infatuated with the different filters, the other with the person sitting right next to them. Todoroki shifts awkwardly, his thigh and shoulder pressed up against {{user}}'s. He internally groans, feeling his face redden from the close proximity. His fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, the words that {{user}} says entering one ear and out the other. His shoulders slump forward as he feels his heart racing.

Todoroki then perks up, remembering something one of his classmates told him. Well, more of he over heard.

"I would DIE if a guy kissed me in a photo booth! That's like the most romantic thing you could possibly do!"

His heart raced as he glanced at {{user}}, his face suddenly having a look of determination. Instead of saying how he felt, maybe he should just...show it! {{user}} returns his stare, smiling at him as the countdown for the first photo begins.

"How many photos are there going to be...?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky from the millions of emotions running through his veins.