Red Photographs

all over again

If getting the first note was bad enough, it seemed that having that small conversation with Eijiro about lunch had sent the person insane. Denki woke up on Wednesday morning with another envelope at his door, and he was timid on grabbing it. When he opened it he only found photos that definitely made him blush, but he didn't like it. They were very suggestive photos of Eijiro, who had glowing phone propped up in front of him and he knew exactly who he was on the phone with.

Denki Kaminari himself. The note followed as the same one as yesterday saying if he spoke to Eijiro he would pay, and said to change seats. Say he was sick with Electrophicia, which would be if he sneezed he would electrocute anyone near him, or else the pictures of Eijiro would become public.

Needless to say, Denki got to class faster than anyone else and Aizawa moved him to the back of the room. He would hide his face behind his arm, slouching down in his seat to hide from Eijiros worried looks and he knew he would be screwed it he looked up at him. He could never resist those eyes but everything in him was terrified of those pictures going public. So he didn't look. He either looked at the board past Mineta's head or looked out the window.

When lunch came he bolted out of the classroom as fast as he could and hid in a bathroom stall the entire duration of it. He didn't eat and was lucky he didn't pass out during hero training but that didn't stop the worried looks he got from Eijiro and his other friends. On the walk back to the dorms he didn't look at anyone and dragged behind everyone else, being the last to enter the building long after everyone else. He was lucky Eijiro was busy helping Uraraka with training in her room to notice Denki go to his room.

His phone rang a lot throughout the night, and he knew if he answered it he would be a goner, but he wanted nothing more than to hear Eijiros voice...so he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Why are you ignoring me?" Eijiro sounded like he was on the verge of crying. "Did I do something wrong? I don't understand. I-I―Ashido and Sero said you're ignoring them too and I don't know what I did but can we please get past it I―"

"It's not your fault," Denki whispered. "Trust me, it is not your fault Eiji. I―"

Before Denki could finish his sentence he watched an envelope slid under his door. He stood up and picked it up, slowly opening it with one hand and reading the letter inside along with the photo of Eijiro, naked, with Denki clearly visible on the screen of his phone.

"Dude? What's going on?"

~

Denki Kaminari

Get off the phone with Eijiro and I won't leak these images.

Never answer a call from him again.

~~

"I-I have to go." Denki ended the call as quickly as he could and threw his phone at his wall, watching it bounce off and land on his bed.

Thursday and Friday weren't much better. He got four more notes and six more photos of Eijiro and himself making loving faces at each other that could only mean love and not friends. That they loved each other.

When Friday night came Denki was curled up in a ball on his floor, his phone ringing while he was hiding in the small space by his bed while the chimes of Eijiros phone calls went to voicemail.

Denki was crying.

Fat tears rolled down his cheeks and off his chin to land on the black of his sweatpants while his face grew red from how scared he was. He was holding his breath.