Ecstacy | Bakugo

An Arrival

    It wasn't easy, getting comfortable around this part of town. Once forced to move in with her aunt, it made her realize just how much she had taken advantage of the small suburban neighborhood her father had worked so hard to keep a house in. It was a nice small house. Probably much too small for four people to live in, but they made it work. It was cozy and it never felt crowded. 

     But now, a two bedroom house was downgraded to a one bedroom apartment. It was a dirty, grimy little area. The law required a child under someone's care must have a bed of their own. In this case, it counted the pull out from the couch in the small living room. It was a mess- wine bottles littered the carpet and small coffee table right in front of the T.V. Just thinking about it- the brunette sighed and twirled one of the shorter pieces covering her eyes as she lay in the tub. Sighing, she scrunched her eyes and slid to completely submerge her head under the water. She lay there for a moment- actions like this having allowed her to learn to hold her breath for slightly longer than the average person. 

     After a few moments she let her head pop back up above the water, ignoring  the water streaming down her cheeks and nose. The pale tone of her skin shone slightly now. The water drops fell from her finger tips as she reached for the delicate scrub on the ledge of the tub and slowly dragged it up and down her limbs. Her horns were bugging her today, with enough effort she could force them to shrink down to little nubs that just barely poked out but they were still annoying to deal with. She hated the physical mutations of her quirk.

    She always hated the one doctor who referred to them as "demon horns," as that's how her quirk was named. 

     With a sad sigh she reached towards her face and let her hands trace her pointed ears, and she placed it on her forehead where her hair covered her eyes. She had seldom control over her horn size, but the more she used her power the more they grew, and the same with the demon-like tail that sprouted from her tailbone. However her ears never changed. They were embarrassing for her, so she did her best to keep them hidden with her short hair.

    It only took a few more minutes to finish up her bath. In a lazy effort she brushed the hair that fell over her eyes. Her hair was a dull, natural black. She roughly rubbed the towel over her damp face and it left the front of her hair frizzy. Sighing, the black-haired teen pulled her baggy t-shirt and long basketball shorts on. No shoes or socks, strangely enough. Shoving her phone in her pocket it took tip-toe creeping out of the small bathroom to get into the living room quietly. It was another small room, only holding a book case, a flower pot, the couch, coffee table and television. The room was dark, the blinds and curtains drawn  over the only window and the light was off. The only illumination was coming from the T.V., and the only noise was the murmurs from it and the loud snores coming from the figure on the couch.

     She crept carefully through the living room, narrowly avoiding every board she knew for a fact creaked. However she slipped and landed delicately on a singular board that let out the slightest creek, disturbing the other constant sounds in the room. She froze for a moment, waiting to see if the figure passed out on the couch would stir. When no movement came, the teen quickly hopped to the front door and hastily exited the apartment, letting out a relieved sigh as the door clicked closed behind her. 

    "Hey sweetheart!" The sweet old lady down the hall hollered. She was fumbling with the keys to get into her apartment. The younger smiled and waved before turning on her heel and making her way barefoot to the stairs that led to the exit of the building. 

    "Oh dear how I wish you'd wear shoes- you could hurt yourself!" the older woman called after jokingly. The short girl ignored her and made her way out of the building, and onto a trolley. It  was only about a ten minute ride until she reached her destination- but it was still ten minutes of ignoring the stares on the train. No matter the baggy clothing or what she did to hide her face, they still happened. That's probably the thing she hated most about her quirk, and the thing her aunt definitely hated the most. It was a constant aroma she couldn't turn off. When the doctor gave her quirk it's name, it wasn't just "demon," that's only what sparked it. The true name of her quirk was Succubus, and she often wished it was a demon quirk. The constant aroma brought in male and sometimes even female attention, and it was the most annoying thing she could have to date.