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Lunch time is Kaminari’s favorite time of the day. Eating a tasty meal, not having to worry about school work or hero training, and, most importantly, chatting with his friends. Typically, he is the first one at the lunch table, but today Kaminari is nowhere to be found. So it is no wonder why Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and even Bakugou (although he would never admit it) are unsettled.
As they were talking amongst themselves waiting for Kaminari, Midoriya speedwalks to their table.
“Where’s Kaminari?” Midoriya frantically scans their faces, eyes blown wide. “Is he by himself?”
Bakugou rolls his eyes and jabs his chopsticks in his food. “The fuck are you on about?”
“You mean…” Midoriya trails off, eyebrows pulled down. “You guys haven’t seen it?”
“Seen what?” Mina asks, scratching her forehead.
Midoriya leans in towards them and whispers, “The picture.”
“Fucking spit it out Deku.” Bakugou bangs his fist on the table.
Midoriya takes his phone out of his pocket and nearly shoves it in Kirishima’s face. Kirishima jerks his head back in order for his eyes to focus. He squints, wondering why Midoriya is acting so anxious.
His eyes blow wide as he realizes what, or more like who, is in the picture. He snatches the phone out of Midoriya’s hand as if it is being broadcasted to the whole cafeteria. His mouth drops open. “Is that…” He trails off, looking up at Midoriya.
Mina grabs the phone from Kirishima so that the rest of them can see as well. Once she realizes what she’s looking at, she gasps and slams the phone facedown on the table.
There is no doubt about who is in the photograph. Kaminari was in the locker room, changing from his work out binder to his normal binder. He was already wearing his school pants but was bare from the waist up. The picture has Kaminari’s face in HD and, unfortunately, so are his breasts.
“Who took that?” Mina demands, fists clenching at her sides. “And where were you guys?” She spins around to her friends, eyes blazing.
Once, late at night, Kaminari told her that the rest of their friend group changed around him, effectively blocking Kaminari from anybody else’s wandering gaze. At first he was nervous they might peep a look at him out of pure curiosity, but that fear was quickly squashed when he noticed that they did not spare him a glance when he changed; they were too busy glaring at anybody that dare look in their general direction.
Everybody in 1-A knows Kaminari is transgender. Aizawa told the guys at the beginning of the year, with Kaminari’s permission, so that they could squash out any issues in advance. They were given the opportunity to change in 1-B’s locker room if they felt uncomfortable, but nobody seemed to care. The girls figured it out themselves after noticing Kaminari was ill on the first to the fifth of the month, every month, like clockwork.
Kaminari never made an announcement, but they all knew, and he knew they all knew. But that is where it was supposed to end- at his homeroom class.
“That must have been taken yesterday when Kirishima and I were sent to Recovery Girl before training ended,” Sero explains, hands rubbing at his temples.
“Why the actual fuck do you have that picture, you pervert?” Bakugou grits through his teeth.
“What? Kacchan, I didn’t take the photo, I was sent the photo.”
It’s silent as they all took in the information. “Who else was sent the photo?” Kirishima asks, gnawing on his bottom lip.
“I’m not sure.” Deku answers. “It had to be a guy in 1-A that took the picture, that much is obvious, but why did he take the photo and what does he gain from sending it around? Kaminari might have been blackmailed? And judging from the gossip in the halls the picture has been spread around enough to encourage the person to do it again. It seems plausible that the vast majority of our year has seen the picture. And it look like unless something happens, it’s going to continue to-”
“Shut the fuck up Deku,” Bakugou barks, interrupting Midoriya’s mutterings. “Delete the fucking picture and go back to your shitty friends.”
Midoriya opens his mouth as if he has more to say, but then changes his mind. He nods and walks back to his table, knowing that whatever Bakugou is planning will be the best justice served.
Bakugou lowers his voice to strategize with his friends, “We find out who took the picture and we beat his fucking face in.” The rest of them nod their agreement.
“Do you think the person who took the picture and the person who sent it around are the same person?” Mina asks, leaning forward.
“It has to be,” Kirishima answers. “It seems like it’s one person trying to… I don’t know… get revenge?”
“Revenge on who?” A cheery voice asks.
Their heads snap to the front of their table to see Kaminari standing there.
“Nothing!” Mina nearly shouts. Bakugou almost facepalms at how suspicious they’re acting.
“Where were you?” Sero asks, his usual smile absent from his face.
“Some guys from 1-B wanted to talk to me. It was kinda weird.”
“What did those fuckheads have to say?” Bakugou crosses his arms and leans back.
Kaminari shrugs and takes a bit of his sandwich. “No clue, to be honest. They kept asking me about what bathrooms I use. I think they were lost.” He looks up at the rest of his friends, before surveying the entire cafeteria as well. At least Midoriya’s table looks away when Kaminari makes eye contact, unlike the majority of the students.
“Mina, did you post another video of Bakugou again? Is that why everybody’s staring?” Kaminari teases, giggling.
The rest of the table slumps in relief, Kaminari has no idea about his naked picture floating around.
Kirishima forces out a laugh, trying his best to subtly change the subject. “Bro, I couldn’t believe the test Aizawa gave us this morning. A pop quiz at eight in the morning? That’s just cruel.”
“Right!” Kaminari agrees, taking a small bite out of his sandwich. “It was like-”
“Hey Kaminari! Will you show us your tits too?” A random peer from the business department calls out, walking towards him.
Kaminari sits up straight as his eyes widen. He swallows and feels a weird panic start in his chest. His face turns a dark red as humiliation churns in his stomach. He looks up to search the room to see if anybody else heard, and finds that all eyes are on him. He notices a guy and a girl with matching smirks on their face, standing a few feet away from him He racks his brain, trying to think if he has ever spoken to them and how they could have found out.
Bakugou stands up, the whole table shaking from his brute force. He grabs the guy by the collar of his shirt and holds him in a death grip. He cocks a flaming fist back, a clear threat, and growls, “Who sent it to you?”
“Shit.” Kirishima whispers, watching this unfold. If everybody was not paying attention to them before, they sure are now.
“S-sent what?” The guy whimpers, not expecting Bakugou to step in.
“Now’s not the time to play stupid, bastard. Don’t make me ask again.” Bakugou replies, shaking the guy for emphasis.
“Mineta!” He cries out, “Mineta sent it around!”
Bakugou throws him to the floor and whirls around to find that the girl already ran off.
Sero feels a hand clamp down on his wrist. His eyes meet Kaminari’s, whose are filled with tears, panic evident.
“What’s- what’s going on?” He asks, pulling on Sero’s sleeve.
“Let’s go.” Sero replies, trying to take control of the situation. He drags Kaminari out of his seat. “We’ll explain in private.”
Mina turns to Kirishima, “I’m gonna go with them. You stay with Bakugou.” She gestures to Bakugou who just steps on the guy as he walks to the table Mineta sits at, petrified.
She turns around and quickly catches up with Sero and Kaminari as they head out. She looks at Kaminari’s face. He looks like he wants to cry, but mostly he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. Sero’s arm tightens around Kaminari’s shoulders.
Kirishima strides to where Bakugou is currently holding Mineta against the wall. He has to push people aside to get to the front of the circle around the fight. Bakugou spits words as sharp as venom in his face, fire popping in his hands. Only a couple people are able to catch an occasional phrase flying from his mouth. Bakugou’s scary when he is yelling and screaming, but to see him so angry that he appears calm was downright terrifying.
“Midoriya.” Kirishima struggles to be heard over the sound of chaos. “Somebody should go get Aizawa.”
“Iida’s already on it,” he replies, hesitating on his next words. “I don’t think Kacchan plans on hurting Mineta worse than what Recovery Girl can fix though. He probably just wants to embarrass him as payback and scare everybody else into getting rid of the picture.”
Kirishima nods and turns his attention back to the fight. Bakugou suddenly lets Mineta go, causing him to slide down the wall. Bakugou tilts his head to the side as a sickening smile overtakes his face. He creates a huge explosion in his right hand that makes half of the student’s ears rings.
Mineta tries to dodge the blasts that are being thrown his way to no avail. Nearly every fireball catches him and sears through his clothing and burns his skin. He does not have time to fight back at the rate Bakugou is attacking. His hands fly up to protect his face, but it is too late. A fireball hits him in the face, rendering him unconscious.
“Who else has the fucking picture!?” Bakugou roars, whipping around to face the crowd as the flames in his hands climb towards the ceiling.
Aizawa bursts through the door next to Bakugou with Iida by his side. He cancels Bakugou’s quirk and wraps him in his capture weapon. He prepares to subdue his student, but finds that Bakugou is not trying to break free or put up a fight.
“Iida, take Mineta to Recovery Girl.” Aizawa says, eyes not moving from Bakugou. Keeping his capture weapon wrapped around his student, he marches out of the cafeteria forcing Bakugou to follow him.
Time seems to stand still as everybody is silent.
“I would delete it,” Kirishima calls out, as he walks out the doors not bothering to look back. “...before he comes after you next.”
Kirishima smiles as he walks down the hallway, hearing Bakugou yell and scold at whatever teachers were in hearing range for not taking action sooner. He snorts and makes his way towards where he knew Mina, Sero, and Kaminari would be. And to think, some classmates couldn’t see how much Bakugou cares for his friends.