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Katsuki huffed as he looked out over the field that stretched out in front of him, flicking the studs in his ears out of boredom. His back was sore and stiff from leaning up against a tree for who the fuck knows how long, but in some ways, it didn’t really matter to him. When he’d been learning to draw anatomy and had to look at that weird-ass model they brought in to sit around naked in front of him- the blond fuck’s name was Aoyama or something -he’d gotten used to sitting there trying to get every curve and detail of the human body right even as his own joints screamed at him.
He hadn’t known what he was in for when he’d entered the art program at the college. He’d sat around on his ass for years, unsure as to what he wanted to do with his life, but this… just seemed right. At first, it’d been just a silly attempt to prove he was better at Deku in everything. So Katsuki had gone and signed up for the same art program the green-haired idiot was in. He’d learned to love it, even if his first attempts were… horrendous. However, drawing took a lot out of him. He wasn’t like Deku who could look inside his own head and bring fantasy worlds to life. Katsuki wasn’t the type of guy who could just go and fucking start turning their old teacher’s story into a comic book. The blond was just shit at that sort of fantasy stuff.
But realistic drawings? Now that was different.
The blond dug into his bag and pulled out his camera as, finally, one of the dance groups that worked here came out. The troupe of dancers were all laughing and chatting excitedly, as per usual. Even the dead-inside-stares of their professor couldn’t tone down there excitement. Katsuki twisted the lens he wanted to use onto the camera as he stretched for a second, cracking his spine a bit before laying on his stomach. The grass was crushed underneath his skinny yet toned frame as he set the small stand on the ground so he could steady his shots. They would practice on the court, hair tied back in ponytails and headbands to keep their bangs out of their faces.
Katsuki knew other groups existed he could take pictures of, but he’d grown attached to this group. They were bright and energetic, every movement of their choreography filled with some passionate emotion. The flowing fabrics, the way it twisted about their bodies, muscles straining to hold positions in time to the thudding beat of the music- it was mesmerizing. Plus, the blond would never say it aloud, but he’d grown to be quite enamored with at least one member of their group. He was a redhead who always spiked his hair out of his face, who’s muscles just made his stocky frame able to pull off even more demanding moves. He didn’t have the flexibility or range that the blond or girl with pink hair had, but the guy seemed to lose himself in the music every time they practiced, each movement filled with his whole soul.
He didn’t seem to be there tonight, however, much to Katsuki sadness. The blond kept taking pictures before hearing the leaves crackle behind him as someone stepped up behind him, “Hey there! You’re the guy who watches us all the time and takes pictures, right?”
“What’s it fucking mean to you?”
“Ah, well… you like what you see right?” The voice asked hopefully. Katsuki rolled his eyes as he pushed his glasses up before looking back at whoever it fucking was.
It was him. Bright red hair, small tentative smile filled with sharp white teeth, and short stocky frame. Katsuki fought down any blood that might be rushing to his cheeks at the guy he’d been drooling over for a while now suddenly approaching him, “Ah, uh- Yeah, fuck, I mean you guys are good.”
The other guys smiled widely and Katsuki felt his heart skip a beat or two at that sight. Damn his emotions, “Why aren’t you with the rest of your fucking group?”
The smile dimmed a bit as the guy looked down at the splint around his ankle and Katsuki winced a bit, “I landed badly during one of our performances. I powered through it, but it’s inflamed a bit and hurts to dance like usual. I won’t be able to be with everyone at the next performance this week,” He sighed, as he sat down next to where Katsuki was sprawled out.
“That sucks.” And Katsuki wasn’t lying either, that genuinely sounded like it sucked to miss out on something the guy obviously loved to do.
“It is what it is. I haven’t gotten to watch us from the audience in a long time so maybe it’ll be fun?” He said with a sigh before he seemed to get an idea and he visibly brightened, “Hey! Maybe you could tag along? I haven’t seen you at one of the shows before, and it would be really cool if you wanna tag along! I’m sure I can get you in as a plus one or something!” The guy said excitedly.
Katsuki flushed a bit at that, “What? As a plus one? Fuck, what is this, a date?” He said sarcastically but paused when the redhead suddenly smirked a bit as he looked Katsuki over.
“I wouldn’t mind that if you want,” He offered with a wide smile, “I’ve been watching you over here probably as much as you’ve been watching us,” He admitted with a sheepish laugh.
That stunned Katsuki into silence for a moment as the guy’s smile became strained, “Unless you don’t want-“
“I’ll take you up on the offer. But I think I need a name for my fucking date, don’t you? Damn idiot,” He scoffed as the guy grinned.
“Ah, right! Kirishima Eijirou!”
“..Bakugou Katsuki. Nice to meet you.”