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Denki’s POV:
My phone was ringing off the hook. Text messages and phone calls fill the silence of Eijirou’s bedroom. I groan in annoyance, curling closer to the red-head, who was drooling on my pillow. I could hear his heartbeat under my ear and feel the slight rise and fall of my body from his breaths. It was comfortable here, something I'd wanted for a very long time. Eijirou and Katsuki had been dating since our second year at UA, we were now in our sixth year as pro-hero's. We were out last night, celebrating a big take down when they had made an offer. They were interested in opening up their relationship, interested in letting me into their private world. It was stunning to hear, so much so that I had thought I was dreaming. How could either of them have known this was something I had wanted since first year? Were they on to me? Maybe messing with me? “Who the fuck is calling you, Dunce Face?” Katsuki growls out angrily, red eyes glaring at me over the still sleeping red-head. I flinch, brought back to our current situation and the loud sounds coming from my phone. I roll over and grab the phone to find out. My eyes widen at the messages appearing on my screen. 'Sup Slut, found your number on the stall. Ready for that ass,’ read one. A few others were dick pics while asking for my ass or my mouth on them. Addresses, phone numbers, meeting times and spots. My face flushes and I get up quickly, stumbling out of the bed. “I have to go.” I whisper, making Katsuki sit up in question. I quickly get dressed and slip out of the room, despite the awake mans protests. I could hear him waking Eijirou up and getting out of bed, trying to follow me. I slip out the door and down the stairs as fast as I could. I couldn't face the other two in this moment. They would be upset and I couldn't handle that right now. I slide into my car and drive off without buckling up, just trying to get out as soon as possible. Who the fuck put my number on a stall? Why did these men think it was okay to speak to me the way they were? One name floats to mind and I let out a soft sob; Monoma. We had broken up recently and he had been extremely pissed. But what could I say, I was sick of him letting other men and women use me. I wasn’t a fucking sex toy. Or rather, I didn’t think I was a sex toy. Or a slut. Fuck, if Katsuki and Eijirou found out how many people I’d been with they would surely take back their offer to be in a committed relationship with them. I grip the steering wheel as tears blur my vision. I grab my phone and send a quick breakup text to the men before storming to Monoma’s door to confront him. He answers the door with a smirk. “Hey Sparky! Welcome back!” he yells out. I bow my head and allow the warm tears to trickle down my cheeks. He wipes them away before pulling me inside. “I see you got my message. Some friends really want a chance to be with you. I just hope you’re not too loose for them. Though, I guess we could just do two at a time if you are.” I shake my head. “No, Monoma. I’m not a slut. I want you to leave me alone. And remove my number from whatever stalls it’s on. I don’t want this anymore.” I hiss out angrily, trying to ease away from him without drawing too much attention to myself. “What?” He growls, grabbing my face and forcing it up for me to look him in the eyes. “What? Because you’re with the wondershits?” he scoffs. “Do you really think they want to be with a slut like you? The second they see how loose you are and hear about how many people you’ve slept with they’ll be too disgusted to stay with you. But I don’t care. I just want to see you happy. Enjoying what you love most; sex. I don’t judge you for being a perverted little shit. But they will, Denki. Sooner or later you’ll have to come to terms with that.” I pull away. “Just because they might not love me, doesn’t mean someone else won’t. Someone who isn’t you. If you don’t leave me alone, Monoma, I will report you to the Hero Commission for harassment.” I pull away and flee out the door, heart pounding and hands shaking. I slip into my still running car and drive home, ignoring the sound of my phone ringing. I needed to change my number. I needed to get out of that lifestyle. I pull up to my apartment and gasp when I see Katsuki and Eijirou standing outside the gate. I wanted to just pull into the parking garage and pretend I hadn't seen the two. I groan when Eijirou tries to wave me down, my phone beginning to ring again, Katsuki glaring at me as he mouths the words, ‘answer your fucking phone,’ I park the car near the curb and pick up. “H-hello?” I whisper into the receiver nervously, staring at Katsuki from inside the car. “We need to fucking talk, Dunce Face.” he growls. I flinch and nod, knowing they could see me through the window. “I’ll let you through the gate, give me a second.” I hang up and maneuver my car safely into the gated parking structure, which was separate from the gated apartment. You could access the apartment from the parking garage, but there was a weight sensor that went along with the ID recognition of the garage gate. I drop my phone, lock my doors, and begin to sob, anxiety clutching my heart. What if they had found out? What if they were angry? What if they didn’t even want to be friends anymore? I couldn’t lose them. I couldn’t be alone. I needed them. They were my oldest friends for fucks sake. Loud sobs rack my body as my phone chimes with a flood of new messages and phone calls. Fucking Monoma. He knew I wouldn’t really report him. He knew I was too scared of what could happen. I was so fucked. Why did I have to be such a slut? Why couldn’t I keep my addiction to sex under wraps? Why had I fucked up so badly?
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Eijirou's POV:
We wait patiently for Denki to unlock the gate. When thirty minutes pass, we begin to try calling and texting him. No answer comes, making Katsuki growl. He storms out of the car and slams the button to all of the apartments and soon enough someone rings us through. He slides back into the car and I drive through the gate, already on the look out for Denki's car. If he wasn't in his car, he was in the apartment, there was no way he could've left without us noticing him. I am slow as we drive through the different levels of the parking garage.
"There he is." Katsuki snarls, pointing out the other blondes car.
He was sitting inside his car, hunched over himself. I park the car next to him and jump out with Katsuki. I open his door and pull him from the car. He was breathing hard and tears were streaming down his cheeks. I hold him to my chest and turn to Katsuki, concern rising in my chest.
“Lay him flat.” Katsuki orders angrily. I do as told, moving his head into my lap. Katsuki moves his knees so they’re digging into Denki’s side and holds his face.
“Look at me, Dunce Face.” he growls, making Denki’s eyes pop open with fear. I grab one of the small blondes hands and press it against my chest, Katsuki does the same with his other hand. We work together to match our breathing.
“Copy us, Denki. Follow our breaths.” I whisper, exaggerating my breath so he had no choice but to understand.
After what feels like forever, his breath evens out and his eyes fall shut. Katsuki gets up and grabs Denki’s keys and phone from the car, gesturing for me to lift him up. I carry him easily into the small apartment, looking around at the obvious mess. I could see the deep frown etched into Katsuki’s face as he looks through the phone, ignoring the apartment around him. Together, we head into Denki’s tiny bedroom and get him changed into some more comfortable clothes. I lay him down gently, brushing my fingers through his messy hair.
“You stay with him. I’m going to go deal with some shit and grab some food. Do not leave this apartment Eijirou, or I will remove your balls.” I snort at the threat and climb onto the small bed beside Denki.
“I don’t plan on going anywhere Kat. Please hurry back.” I say without looking up, too busy trying to arrange Denki and I to fit comfortably on the bed.
A gentle kiss is pressed to my temple, and I get to watch as another is placed on Denki’s temple. With that, the explosive blonde leaves the apartment, door slamming in his wake. I didn’t know what was going on, but I did know Katsuki was more than capable of handling it. I watch over Denki, stroking his hair and rubbing his back slowly in an attempt to comfort him. He makes soft, unhappy sounds as he sleeps, body trying to escape me.
I sigh when he almost rolls off the bed, decided the bed was much too small for both of us. I get up slowly and tuck Denki in before walking around the bedroom, cleaning it up. I take the clothes straight to the washer and the dishes to the sink. Once the bedroom just needed a sweep, I go out to the living room, giving it the same treatment. I start the washer after collecting all the laundry and hand wash all the dishes, drying them and putting them away. I poke my head in on Denki, making sure he was still asleep. I nod to myself and begin sweeping and mopping the hardwood floors, wanting Denki to wake up to a clean environment. I knew that helped Katsuki relax. Once there was nothing left to clean, I settle on the floor beside Denki’s bed, playing silently on my phone while I wait. Denki wakes just after I return from changing the laundry over to the dryer, watching me with sleep addled eyes.
“Hey Denks.” I mutter, sitting on the edge of the bed and touching his cheek. He flinches away from the touch, eyes growing more aware.
“K-Kirishima.” he stutters out, already making to get out of the bed. I quickly follow, I wouldn’t let him disappear again. He almost got hurt last time. I didn’t even care if he wanted to break up, if Katsuki and I came off too strong. He was still my best friend. I wrap a hand around his wrist, pulling him back as he reaches for the door handle.
“Kirishima, please let me go.” he says meekly, not bothering to fight back.
“No, Denki. You’re my best friend and you almost hurt yourself earlier. I’m not letting you go and I’m not leaving. Neither are you. We’re going to wait for Kat to get back and we’re all going to
talk
.” I gently pull him back, setting him on the freshly cleaned couch. He wraps his arms around himself as I take a seat beside him.
“What is there to talk about, I thought I made myself clear in my message.” he bites out, making my heart hurt.
“Look, Kat and I aren’t going to force you into a relationship you don’t want. But we’re also not going to sit back and watch as you are obviously hurting. We’re still friends, no matter what happened last night. We are about you.” I say firmly, staring at his face for any kind of reaction. I could see tears sliding down his cheek slowly, making my frown grow.
“Denki, can I hold you?” I ask, hands hovering over the smaller boys frame, afraid to touch without permission. I nods and his body slumps into mine instantly. I scoop him up and settle him sideways in my lap, wrapping my arms around him tightly, trying to be as reassuring as possible. We sit their as the sun sets, the clock clicking loudly in the otherwise silently room, Denki’s body shaking against mine and my shirt growing damp.
Just after sun set, Katsuki pushes the door open, putting the keys in the holder by the door and sliding into his house slippers. He is quick to walk to us, food in his hands. Denki perks up at the smell, staring at the other blonde silently. Katsuki sets the bag on the small coffee table and begins unpacking everything silently. He kneels in front of us and offers a bite of the salmon to Denki, who accepts it hesitantly. Katsuki spends the next hour making sure the three of us were well fed before tossing the trash and sitting beside me, moving Denki’s legs into his lap to rub slowly.
“Okay, Denki. We need to talk.” Katsuki says firmly, staring into Denki’s eyes expectantly.
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Katsuki’s POV:
I storm from the apartment angrily, already dialing the Hero’s Commission. I speak with the harassment representative angrily, explaining the situation to her. She takes the information I give her, fingers clacking quickly against her keyboard, clearly making sure everything I said was documented. After thirty minutes of explaining the messages from Monoma and from the random people, she gives me a case number and tells me to have Denki call them to fill in the rest of the information to take action against the egotistic blonde hero. I thank her and hang up, legs not dragging me to my car. I needed to speak with Monoma, maybe beat the crap out of him and make him go to the commission himself to turn himself in.
The messages between the two was absolutely disgusting and my heart physically hurt for the bullshit Monoma had been putting Denki through for far too long. Had Eijirou or I known this was happening sooner, Monoma would already be in fucking prision. No one who treats a romantic partner the way he did deserved to be a hero, let alone walking around in society. I would not allow him to go free any longer and I would make it my mission to find out who these other people were too. How dare Monoma use something Denki enjoyed against him, make him out to be a whore instead of taking care of Denki the way he deserved. And who the fuck did he think he was to accuse Eijirou of abandoning our
friend
? I squeeze the wheel tight in my palms as I park in front of the pompous man’s home. I storm to the door, pounding as hard as I could on the wood. It flies open, an annoyed look decorating Monoma’s face.
“How many times have I told you not to do that shit, Denki?” he snarls before our eyes meet and he shrinks back a little.
“Bakugou. Why’re you here?” he questions, his confidence returning as he gives me a cocky grin.
“To beat the shit out of you then take you to see the fucking commission.” I crack my knuckles, reaching for the other blonde’s shirt. He laughs loudly, despite fear flooding his blue eyes.
“And why would you be doing that? I’ve done nothing to you.” he knocks my hand away, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Not directly to me. But you hurt a friend of mine. So, you are going to fucking pay.” he rolls his eyes.
“Denki’s a slut who asked for all of it. I never did anything he didn’t want.” he steps back into his house, trying to shut the door on me.
“I have you text messages, Monoma. Don’t try to act innocent, I already know everything.” I push the door open harshly, enjoying the way it smacks against the wall and makes Monoma jump.
“Did you know he used to go to that glory hole all the time at UA? Heck, even a few times as a pro-hero?” he asks. I hadn’t known that, but that didn’t matter.
“What’s that got to do with
you
?” I question, taking slow but firm steps after the retreating man.
“That’s how I found him. He’s always been a slut, wanting as many people as possible to fuck him. That’s the only reason there were others involved in our relationship.” he had his hands up as if trying to defend himself from me.
“Bullshit!” I slam a fist into the wall, leaving scorch marks and making him gulp. “You brought other people in to degrade Denki and make him feel less than. You knew you would never be able to give him what he needed, so you relied on letting other people
use
him. Hurt him, even. Then you used that as a way to manipulate him, show him that no one would ever love him because of his love for sex. You are so fucking disgusting Monoma. I can’t wait to make you swallow your teeth then make you explain everything to the fucking commission.” I grab him, holding him still as I draw back a fist to punch him.
“Wait! D-don’t hurt me! I’ll confess to the commission, everything. Just don’t fucking hurt me.” I ponder the request. I wanted so badly to hurt him a fraction of how he’d hurt Denki. But I also wanted him to admit everything to the commission. I curse softly, but drag him from the apartment and into my car. I throw him in the back and activate the child lock, getting into the drivers seat.
“Buckle your scrawny ass in.” I order, buckling myself in and driving to the commission head quarters. I throw Monoma over my shoulder when we arrive and stomp up to the harassment department, tossing him harshly to the ground. I grin when he gasps in pain at the rough treatment, looking up at the stunned agent.
“Dynamight, what is the meaning of this?” she asks, looking between us.
“I called early, reporting harassment against the hero Chargebolt. This is the asshole who was doing it and he’s more than ready to confess.” she shakes her head a moment, clearly trying to understand the situation. She nods and turns back to her computer, opening the report back up.
“Start talking, shit for brains.” I snarl when the silence stretches on for far too long. It takes over two hours for him to get through everything he had done to Denki. He also releases the names of others who had participated in
hurting
Denki sexually. The agent dispatches a few officers to get them and bring them to the station for questioning. Monoma is arrested on the spot and taken for further questioning as well. I grin as he’s taken away, satisfied with getting this done for Denki. The agent sighs and rubs her temples, glaring at me.
“Dynamight, you are aware Charebolt stoll has to come in and give his statement, correct?” she asks, rubbing angrily at her temples.
“'Course I fucking know that.” I snap back.
“Don’t be an asshole. I’m trying to help you both. Now, I need his phone to I can make a copy of all the messages in case this all goes to court. We don’t want any evidence getting deleted.” I huff, realization dawning that I was going to be stuck here for a lot longer than I’d wanted to. I hand her the phone and sit down in one of the empty seats. I check my email and do some work on my phone while I wait, trying to decide what Denki might want for dinner. I finally decide sushi would be the best for him given the situation. Another two hours pass before the phone is being given back to me. I thank the agent and return to my car.
I needed to make one final stop before getting dinner and returning to Eijirou and Denki. There is no issue at Denki’s network provider, they change the mans number without hassle and allow him to keep his phone. I pay the fee and leave, grabbing food before going to Denki.
“Okay, Denki. We need to talk.” I say after everyone was finished eating. Denki watches me, anxiety filling his eyes again.
“I saw the messages between you and Monoma.” I start, making Denki’s panic increase. “The Commission is aware too. You will need to go in sometime soon in order to get things sorted out. Monoma and a few others are in custody at this time, so you don’t have to worry about that. I also got your number changed, so all those idiots texting you about sex can’t get through anymore.” he nods along with my words, looking more and more defeated.
“I never wanted you to know.” he finally says, not meeting my eyes.
“To know what?” Eijirou asks. “What is going on?” the red-head looks between us anxiously, tightening his grip on Denki. Denki takes a deep breath to steady himself before speaking.
“I’m addicted to sex and Monoma found out. He promised he’d take care of me, but instead he and a few of his friends abused and…assaulted me.” Denki explains slowly, looking ready to flee the situation if Eijirou were to react negatively. Eijirou takes a deep breath as well, teeth grinding together.
“I wish you would have trusted Kat and I with this information sooner, but I’m not upset. I’m just glad you’re safe now.” Eijirou says softly, pressing his forehead to the side of Denki’s head.
“I’m sorry. I was scared you guys would see me as less if you knew.” I shake my head and grab Denki’s chin gently, tilting his face up so our eyes met.
“Denki, I once watched you eat a battery. There is literally nothing about you that could ever make me think less of you. And even after all of this, I still want to be there for you. If not as your boyfriend, than at least as your friend.” I grumble, looking to Eijirou for backup.
“Exactly, Denki. We’re not running away from you, ever. You’re our best friend and we want to see you happy.” Eijirou says, nodding firmly. New tears burst from Denki’s eyes and slip down his cheeks.
“Really? You still w-want to date me?” he wails, nails digging into Eijirou’s arm.
“Absolutely.” Eijirou and I say at the same time, making Denki cry harder, nodding excitedly.
“Thank you. I want that too. Please. Thank you.” he blubbers. I wipe at his tears, frowning. After a bit, I could tell Denki was close to falling asleep again. I get up to pack the blonde a bag, knowing the three of us couldn’t stay in this tiny ass apartment. Eijirou and I take Denki home and shower him in affection.
Things were going to be okay.