artist kaminari who stares at all of his classmates in the locker rooms and during training because he’s just trying to watch how their bodies move.

everyone thinks he’s a creep, besides midoriya, who just nods.

“drawing kacchan’s hero costume in movement is hard. i know.”

now that he knows midoriya watches their classmates too, they usually sit side by side and discuss their peers.

“kirishima‘s hair is so difficult.” he groaned, eyes following as his friend’s crimson spikes.

“there’s no reason for iida’s suit to be so detailed.” midoriya huffed.

and slowly the rest of the boys in the locker room have started catching on to the way they’d draw in the air and then ramble to one another.

emerald and gold eyes rake over their chests, their legs, even their ass when the towels drop.

it went from creepy, to flat out weird.

bakugou’s the first to confront them, one hand holding a white towel around his shoulders as the other unbuckled his utility belt.

“oi,” he snapped, “what the fuck are you two perverts doing just sitting there and—my fucking eyes are up here!”

they don’t even look ashamed.

“kacchan has a big bust,” midoriya mumbled, one hand holding his chin, “its gotten bigger.”

“yeah, you see, if i drew kacchan,” kaminari pointed to bakugou’s bare arms and stomach, “i’d forget these little divots of the muscle—”

“and his waist is more narrow than your stand—”

bakugou smacked his hands across the sides of their head, knocking their skulls together before glaring.

“find online references!” he yelled. “stop gawking at us all damn day! it’s fucking weird.”

“sorry.” kaminari mumbled half heartedly as he traced the dip of his collarbones.

“i said,” bakugou bent over, “my eyes are up here.”

midoriya met his eyes, and though he already memorized the shade of red, it’s nice to always get a refresher.

kaminari swallowed, then nodded as he raised his eyes up bakugou’s jawline to his pointed nose and sharp brows.

he’ll have to sketch that little crease and glare a bit later.

facial expressions weren’t his strong point, so he could practice using bakugou’s.

“k-kacchan, you should get dressed.” midoriya told him, one hand pressing on his chest. “class is soon.”

“shut up, pervert nerd.”