Spark Of Innocence

Just another day,

His arms stretched up into the air, his soft plump lips separating as he let out a kitten like yawn, he sighed, undressing from his school uniform hanging them up. His electric yellow eyes glowed with innocence as he pursed his lips, picking up the outfit his boss picked out for him to wear for the night. He may only be 15, on going 16, but he didn't mind doing his job. All the other members of the large family, acted like everyone's friends and never judged one another. The corner of his lips curled into a small smile as he slipped into his outfit, he pulled black fishnets over his milky skin after changing his boxers to something more suitable.

A black mini skirt complimented his feminine curves perfectly, his freckles peppered over his flushed cheeks and shoulders, his off-the-shoulder bubblegum crop top showing them off. He spun infront of his mirror, smiling at his appearance, black letters where stretched across his shirt spelling out the word: Princess He giggled lightly, before perking up as a knock at the door startled him.

The wooden door opened as an all too familiar face was spotted, a tall girl with snow white hair to her shoulders. A soft smile on her lips, eyes slightly glossy as she wore contacts, her makeup neatly done making her cheeks a light pink. A black bow was clipped on the top of each of the two mini ponytails she had on her head. She wore a full-bodied playboy bunny outfit, Kaminari smiled in return taking a seat at his desk. "Good afternoon Kami, I see you're going for the more feminine look today!" She chipped, her tone filled with nothing but happiness. "Good afternoon, and yes I am! Does it look okay?"

She nodded her head, watching his eyes from the mirror's reflection, her hips swayed lightly as she gently placed down her makeup bag placing it on the desk. She unzipped it getting out the necessary amounts of makeup fo the blonde, before kneeling in front of him makeup brush in hand. "Yes! You look perfect as usual, anyway, how was school?" Their conversation lasted until the intercom turned on calling for the two of them to come to the main room for their shift. The older teen followed Kaminari out to the common room, some of their fellow members of the club were already on the poles doing their practiced routines.

That's when the bar tender walked up to the two, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, nodding in welcome to  the two of them. "Ah! Nice to see you again, Kami! Fuyumi you're needed on floor two, and little friend it's your shift to stay on the poles today." Fuyumi's home life was just like Kaminari's, a broken home with abusive parents until they were kicked out and abandoned on the streets to fend for themselves. Kaminari giggled, returning the smile nodding his head as Fuyumi gave him one last hug before hurriedly walking off. "Remember if anyone gets too touchy or is making you comfortable just press the button, one of us will help you before they get carried away." The blonde nodded, his thumb circling the button attached to the waist line of his skirt. "I will, thank you Hisashi!"

Kaminari knew the older male was related to Midoriya Izuku, but he had promised to keep the secret between the two, he was aware he couldn't tell the greenette about his Father, as everything would go to plot. He also knew he couldn't share the information about Fuyumi working at the strip club also, as Todoroki would be informed that his sister was working as a 'whore' or 'slut' as people said his job was. He shook his head, stalking over to the centre platform.

His lips pursed, as the doors were opened, a mix of people with different genders entered, making the crowds much bigger. Kaminari couldn't complain as this was his job of course, groups of many crowded around the glowing pink platform he was on, eyes on his moves as he swayed his hips to the sound of the music blasting from the speakers. His mind wandered as he strutted around the pole before he wrapped a leg around it, leaning back expertly grazing his head against the ground. Claps and sounds of cash hitting his platform caused his smirk to  grow, he let go of the pole, his leg was the only thing connecting him as he began to follow his routine. His smile never left his lips, money collecting up around him as he twirled and flipped upside down, his back resting against the metal pole.

His shift ended after 5 hours, and he retired back to his changing room, after each day of working he was allowed to keep the money he earned, so overall he managed to gain ¥4509 just from one night. He changed his clothes to a hoodie and ripped black jeans before neatly folding up his school uniform placing it in his backpack. He wiped his makeup off before stating to walk back to UA, after all he had to show up at the dorms, that was his second home. His hands fumbled with his wallet, a smile tugging at his lips as he took note of the amount he earned from one shift.

He soon returned back to the dorms, walking into the common room as he felt eyes on him. "Where were you?! You always show up 5 or 7 hours after school ended! What were you doing, Kami you're worrying us.." He sighed, he couldn't tell whether or not the pink skinned girl was being over dramatic or everyone was actually worried about him, no one knew about his situation or his past before he attended the boarding school, anytime someone brought it up he'd change the subject. He smiled, his eyelashes tangling together as he blinked, before making eye contact with the bubblegum girl. "Don't worry about it-" "We talked to Aizawa Sensei. We want the truth, Kaminari." He internally cursed, but didn't drop his smile, shrugging lightly. His backpack hitting his back slightly as he did so. "About what exactly, I don't understand what you mean. Can't I leave the school grounds?"

"I'm not saying that, it's just that no one in the school has any family records of yours, nor do they have any additional information about you apart from a number." The blonde knitted his eyebrows together, his gaze turning to the class representative, Iida Tenya. "How did you get the number exactly, and why the fuck did you look through my file!" The bluenette stood taken back by the sudden mood change, he sighed pushing up his glasses shaking it off. "We're worried about you, now can you tell us about your actual family or what the number would bring us to if we were to call it-" "You fucking dare, y-you better not call that number or else."

His tone strict but kept together, like he was holding himself back from actually getting into a fit of anger. "Just tell us the truth, please..?" The blonde's yellow eyes darted to Midoriya, Todoroki standing beside him. His eyes softened, as much as he wanted to share information he would either be hated or well- yeah, he'd be hated. "The number is my boss's number, you call it you go straight through to her, that's all I'm saying." That's good enough, right? "Oh.. Well, what about your family, Iida asked you about that and you still haven't answered him." He cursed quietly, Kirishima raising a brow at that, everyone had gathered something was wrong and they doubted they'd get any information out of him. What he said next shocked them to the very core, they all stood frozen as the words left the blonde's plump lips.

"They've been dead since I was 10, now leave me alone.."

He trudged to his room after that, he didn't exactly know if his parents were dead, but he wished they were. After everything  they put him through, he wanted them dead. But he couldn't remember anything about them, apart from that they hated him, and they hoped he would've died on the streets where they left him. Honestly, he would've starved unless Fuyumi didn't find him, that's when he was brought into the gang. They all took care of him, but when he turned 13 he started to work for them, it was his own choice and everyone respected that. As well as the fact he was gender fluid, enhancing his outfit choices for when he was on his shift. If he ever wanted to wear something different from what the boss had out for him everyone would understand and let him wear what he wanted as long as it followed the colour code of the adult club.

Here he was, a broken teen, working triple shifts if he needed the money. He didn't care, as long as he had enough for food, and new clothes or anything he needed to survive. He knew it was illegal, for him to be working in the first place but he needed to do so. Every shift he did, he earned more than everyone else no matter what he wore or did. His 'family' said it was because of his charming self and how he could seduce anyone just by their eyes meeting.

Apparently to his boss and some of the older employees, he had a second quirk, but he wasn't fully aware of it, but even if he wanted to know what it was he didn't have enough to see the quirk Doctor.

Here, he was.. a double quirked boy, just trying to survive the living hell, called life..