It's not like I would ever tell anyone though. I'm ashamed of the sheer amount of times I've sat in my desk chair and touched myself whilst looking at this very photo.
In the picture, he has his arm draped loosely around my hunched shoulder blades. His face is so symmetrical and his teeth shine a blinding white when he smiles his cheerful smile. Kaminari, on the other hand, has the brightest smile I've ever seen flashed across one dimple to the other. I, as per usual, have my grouchy, pissed-off face whilst looking at the camera in dismay. I reach for it, my thumb stroking against the face in the photo. It's protected in a glass seal with a black photo frame around it. I look around at the empty space around me, before my eyes settle on an old photograph. There is a reason no one is allowed in my dorm.
