Red Photographs

panic room

Denki bit his lip as Sero and Ashido pushed him out of the elevator and closed it before he could get back in. He slowly made his way down the hallway, passing by Katsukis room and standing outside Eijiros room. He knocked softly.

"E-Eijiro," he stammered out, holding his hands to his chest, holding the edges of the photo he just received. He held his breath, feeling his pulse slowly drop in his body. No answer. "E-Eijiro, I know you don't want to hear from me a-and good news is you won't have to. I'm leaving," Denki looked at the name tag next to the door, running his fingers over each character. "I know you hate me, but could you at least open up the door so I can talk to you? Just for three minutes."

A soft thud came from the room next door, and Denki couldn't help but look over at the door. He flinched at the sound of a harder thud. What was Katsuki doing in his room? Denki slowly made his way to the door, stepping back in surprise at the thud on the door.

What was he doing?

Denki slowly brought his fist up and knocked on the door. He heard mumbling. Denki flinched at the small bang on the door before he saw the door open and an angered Katsuki looking at him. "What the fuck do you want Pikachu?"

"H-Have you seen Kirishima? I need to talk to him." Denki asked, his eyes moving to the moving form on the floor of the room. He snapped his eyes back to Katsuki when he saw him move to cover what was moving.

"He should be in his room."

"He's not, I just checked."

"Well fuck if I know. Go ask the losers―"

"Could I come in?" Denki cut him off. "Just to talk. I need to get some things off my chest."

"Go talk to Soy Sauce―"

"You're the only who didn't see the video," Denki sighed. "No one else will talk to me. Please," Denki begged, his eyes starting to water.

Katsuki groaned before closing his door. Denki bit his lip, holding the photo to his chest closer, hoping that he could get to the bottom of this. The door opened again and Denki blinked as Katsuki moved to the side slightly.

"Come in before I regret it."

Denki sadly smiled while walking into the room. He took in the red and the pictures slowly, not getting the awe Katsuki was expecting. Katsuki took the small amount of surprise and wonder he got and locked and blocked off his door and balcony. "Cool pictures. You take these?" Denki turned to Katsuki who nodded once. "Well if Hero Work doesn't work out at least you have a backup."

"Get to your point," Katsuki crossed his arms. "What do you want?" Katsuki sat on his bed while Denki took the desk chair. A thud came from Katsukis closet but the boy covered it with a command. "Spill your guts before I lose my fucking patience."

"U-Uhm well," another thud cut Denki off, but he saw the anger in Katsukis eyes. "You heard what happened right?"

"You made a video of Kirishima nude and dubbed it with porn moans," Katsuki summed up and Denki hated it. He didn't do it, yet was blamed for it.

"I didn't do it," Denki whispered. "I would never hurt him like that and I hate that I'm getting blamed for it when I'm too stupid to even know how to do it." Katsuki was quiet, listening to Denki rant. "I-I hate that Kiri won't let me explain that it wasn't me and that it ruined everything between us," tears started to pour from Denkis eyes. "A-And he said he wished he never met me and all I can do is stay cooped up in my room and cry because everyone blames me ."

"So what does that have to do with Kirishima?" Katsuki crossed his arms.

Denki blinked before chuckling sadly and wiping the tears from his cheeks with his sleeve. "I-I'm leaving―f-for good. I'm going to New York to live with my sister Damini, I...I didn't tell Kiri about her, or anyone for that matter."