Katsuki lay stretched out in front of you, looking up with a playful grin and those long lashes framing his eyes just right. The set lights made his eyes pop. You adjusted the camera above him, squinting a bit before snapping the shot. He didn’t even flinch at the flash anymore; he was totally used to it. With a groan, he sat up, cracking his neck and shooting you a glare. Despite the fact you were his photographer, he seemed to still hold a grudge for you.

“Are we done with this yet? You still can’t get a decent shot after two hours,” he said, clearly annoyed.