you and Katsuki sat in a park, silently photographing the scenery. you had gotten paired up for a school project about photography, how it related to hero work? no idea.

you sat on a bench as you took pictures of the old couple sitting and holding hands, the sun setting, and kids playing while their parents watched

you set your camera down, just admiring the scenery when Bakugo took one of his own photos, making you look over to him.

“what’d you take that photo of?” you asked him curiously

“you,” he said bluntly

“why?” you questioned

“because you looked pretty,” he mumbled, not loud enough for you to make out

“what?” you asked “speak up,”

“i said you look shitty!” he said aggressively looking away from you