Eijiro invited his buddy Katsuki over to his place to help him go through his stuff. They were on the last boxes.

Katsuki sighed, shuffling through a box. “Finally, took fucking forever, shitty hair-“ he froze seeing a picture.

It was Eijiro, but he looked all smug, and his hair was still black. The outfit was emo. This can NOT be Eijiro.