helluva girlboss

s2e2 bonus

"Sorry but my flat only has 1 bedroom, so you're gonna have to bunk down here in the basement." Blitza explained as she led him downstairs to a basement.

The basement was small, but it had a bed. At the orphanage, Lunar usually slept on a desk.

"Go ahead and unpack your things." Blitza said, gesturing to the suitcase and backpack Lunar carried with him. "I gotta make a phonecall real quick, then I'll come down to help you."

The 17-year-old hellhound nodded and sat cross-legged on the floor as he started unpacking. The only contents of his suitcase and backpack were clothes, old books, his toothbrush, his furbrush, and one thing that was the most important thing of all to him: a photo album.

Most of its pages were empty and didn't have any pictures in them, but a couple of them contained photos. They were all of Lunar's biological mother.

He smiled as he looked at the bright grin on her face as she held a way younger version of him. "Hey, Mom. I've been adopted again." He said softly. "This imp lady is cool, but I know it's just a matter of time before she returns my ass to the orphanage. *rolls eyes* Guess I'm used to it though."

He closed the photo album and put it into the safety of his backpack. Once the rest of his things were put away, Lunar went upstairs to tell Blitza he was done. Blitza was still talking on the phone.

Then he noticed the overflowing trashbag sitting in the kitchen. This lady hasn't been too bitchy to me yet, so I might as well make myself useful to her, he figured.

"Hey, want me to take out the trash?"

"Could you?" Blitza asked, covering the mouthpiece of the phone. "That'd be great."

Lunar slung the bag over his shoulder and got out of the flat, walking down the hallway to the garbage chute. Once he'd dumped it, he came back into Blitza's flat, but she was no longer in the living room. Lunar figured she went down to the basement so he went there.

But as he stood at the top of the staircase, his jaw dropped open at what he saw. Blitza knelt on the floor next to Lunar's backpack, and his precious photo album was in her hand, her eyes shining with innocent curiosity.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" His voice echoed through the basement.

Blitza jumped, the album slipping from her fingers and landing back in the backpack. "Oh shit, man, you scared me! *chuckles* I was just—"

"Going through my shit?" He finished for her, quickly stomping down the stairs. "Who the fuck told you you could do that?!"

He snatched the backpack from the imp's hands and immediately held it out of her reach. Had she done anything to the photos? Those were the only memories he had of his biological mother, he couldn't lose them.

Blitza got to her feet. "I wasn't trying to snoop, okay? I just thought—"

"You thought what? That you'd go ahead and dig through it like it's yours?" Lunar loomed over her, his teeth bared into a snarl. "THIS ISN'T YOUR SHIT, BLITZA! YOU DON'T TOUCH IT!"

"Lunar, baby, I'm sorry. Please calm down—"

"DON'T YOU TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" He screamed, taking some steps closer to Blitza so she was pinned against the concrete wall.

Heat was rising in his chest, and his old instincts were kicking in— the ones that had made him lash out, that had kept people away from him at the orphanage. His hands curled into fists at his sides.

Blitza's eyes darted to the boy's hands. Of course Blitza was more than capable of defending herself, but Lunar was a hellhound who was more than twice her size. If he really went full-out on her without holding back, she knew he could hurt her pretty badly.