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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?