Shouta had been cleaning out his apartment when he stumbled across an old box hidden away in the corners of his closet.

He pulled out the small box and sat down on the ground to open it. As he got through the box's flaps, he was met with a box full of items he hadn't looked at in ages.

It was Oboro's things.

A strong feeling of sadness overcame him as he sifted through the box.

When was the last time he had opened this?

He used to go through these things so often after Oboro died. He guessed he just eventually blocked them out.

He pulled up Oboro's old Polaroid camera and brushed his fingers over the dusty blue camera. He regretted never letting Oboro take a still photo of him.

As he took the Polaroids out from the box, each photo he was in he was avoiding the camera by covering his face and actively making himself come out blurry.

The pictures were dated at the bottom, all in Oboro's hand writing. As he turned the photos around, he found more writing on the backs of them.

They were little comments about the photo, or jabs toward Aizawa about avoiding the camera.

He smiled softly and lifted the camera. His fingers worked the camera, figuring out it's functions before lifting it up and snapping a photo of himself.

He was years too late, but he finally did it.