**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.**