Red Photographs

damini kaminari

It was winter and he was thirteen. Denki was holding his one year older sisters hand while they walked down the streets of their hometown to get last minute Christmas presents for their parents. Denki wouldn't classify himself as a Mommas boy, he would say he's a Sisters Boy. He always had his sisters back and was never embarrassed by the fact that she held his hand in public.

By his friends, he was told he should be. His friends told him it was weird he wasn't rude to his sister like they were to their sisters or female cousins, but Denki wasn't like them. Even when he stood taller than his sister, he clutched her hand and wasn't embarrassed by it when adults looked at the two oddly.

Denki looked at his sister, watching as her yellow blonde hair was cascading past her scarf in a braid with her bangs being pushed down with the beanie on her head. She was mumbling to herself, and he could see the blush on her face. "Something wrong?" Denki asked, cocking his brow up.

"Nothing's wrong," Damini smiled, her brown freckles reflecting off her pale skin. "I just can't find the hardware tools Dad's been asking for."

Denki eyed his sister before shaking his head. "It's not that. You're blushing, you're thinking about a boy."

"A-Am not!"

"Are too!" Denki stuck his tongue out to her playful, giggling a little when he saw the blush on her face worsen. "Admit it! You're thinking about a boy~" Denki teased, letting go of his sister's hand to poke at her arm.

"F-Fine! I am," Damini softly admitted, slapping his hands away from her arm. Denki grinned widely, letting out a small huff of approval. "I want to get him something, but I don't know what?"

"What's he interested in?"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know? Isn't he in your class?" Denki asked as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

Damini shook her head. "He goes to a school close to UA. My friend moved schools there and said there's this cute boy there and sent me a picture of him and his number. We've texted a lot, but I don't know..." She sighed, digging her nose into his scarf.

"How long have you been texting?" Denki asked, looking forward as he side-eyed his sister, watching her hold her hands to her chest.

"A while," she sighed sweetly. "Maybe like nine months?" Denki whistled as his Damini sighed sadly and shook her head. "Maybe I shouldn't get him anything."

Denki stopped the two in the walkway of the mall, ignoring the shouts of strangers of the two being in the way. "No way! You can't give up on love!"

"D-Denki we're in the way..."

"We're finding a gift for him!" Denki happily smiled, grabbing his sisters wrist and pulling her away and into a bookstore. "I went through your texts, it seems like he's into books so―"

"Y-You went through my phone!" Damini whisper-shouted, blush encrusting her face before she dug her head into her scarf.

"Not your phone, just your texts," Denki grinned. "It seems like he likes books and writing. So try to buy him a journal or a book by his favorite author."

Denki smiled at his sister before pulling her through the bookstore. They eventually found the journals, which took an hour for Damini to pick out because it had to be just right. Not too flashy and so small that he could lose it.

They settled on a medium-sized pastel yellow leather-bound journal, which they then spent some extra money on burning his initials into the upper center of the book. Denki happily had it wrapped in a baby blue paper with a pink pastel bow before handing it to his sister. She blushed lovingly as they two left the store and into the main mall and towards the exit doors. She held the gift in her hands with the other bags of belongs they got dangling on her arms.