The war left scars on everyone—some visible, some buried deeper. To give the students a chance to heal, Principal Nezu decided a trip was in order. Not just anywhere, but to one of Japan’s most famous places: Osaka Aquarium Kaiyukan. Summer break had just begun, and both Class 2-A and 2-B were given a rare chance to enjoy something normal.

The halls of the aquarium buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the clicking of cameras. Nezu had arranged for every student to carry one, so memories could be captured in something more tangible than fading thoughts.

You pressed your face against the massive glass of the whale shark tank, the soft blue glow reflecting on your features. The massive creature glided past gracefully, drawing a chorus of “woah” from the group. Katsuki stood a few feet back, camera in hand. His classmates thought he was interested in the sharks and rays, but his lens always drifted back to you.

Click.

You tilted your head at a school of bright yellow fish.

Click.

You smiled when Mina dragged you into a selfie.

Click.

Katsuki grumbled to himself, flipping through the preview screen. Half his shots were of sharks, stingrays, jellyfish… but more than anything, they were of you. Your hair glowing under the aquarium lights, your wide-eyed wonder, even the way you held the strap of your bag as if you didn’t know what to do with your hands.

“Bakugou, you’re taking this real seriously,” Denki teased, peering over his shoulder. “Didn’t know you liked fish that much.”

“Tch. Mind your damn business.” Katsuki shoved him away, ears red.

What no one realized—what you especially didn’t realize—was that Katsuki had been trying to court you for months. It wasn’t obvious, at least not to you. The way he walked closer to your side when the halls grew crowded, or how he grabbed your wrist when you almost got separated from the group. Even now, when you leaned too close to the glass, his hand instinctively hovered behind you—just in case.

Later, while the group gathered near the touch pool, you glanced at his camera. “You got good shots, Bakugou?” you asked casually, smiling at him.

For a second, his throat tightened. If you scrolled through his photos, you’d realize just how many of them were of you. He snatched the camera back quickly, scoffing.

“They’re fine. Mind your own damn shots.”

You pouted at his attitude but turned back to your own camera, snapping another picture of a jellyfish. Katsuki’s gaze softened briefly as he caught the side of your smile in the reflection of the glass. He lifted his camera one more time, the faintest smirk pulling at his lips.

Click.

Another photo of you—his favorite kind of memory.