The Darker You || BNHA X Lycan Reader (Discontinued)

chapter 45: Two Dads, And A Date With The Ultimate Cutie

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SO WHAT HAPPENED EARLIER
In the day with Izuku at the mall never exactly left my mind; despite sensei and allmight claiming they'd take care of it.

I couldn't help but worry a little about the poor dude. He's honestly been really nice to me; not exactly considering the boat load of questions that always seen to be thrown my way when he's around.

Anyways now that that's all out of the way; all I really have left to worry about is my date after suffering the wrath of about six girly teenagers in one small ass room- and a makeup kit, None of us really talked about training camp, it wouldn't really happen until we passed or Final exam so- No one was really into the idea at the moment.

They were excited, just not so excited that they'd be willing to give up on making me look picture perfect for one measly date.

They thought the outfit that I'd chosen was to plain and casual. What I'd chosen was a simple darkish pink tanktop, and a pair of skinny jeans.

Now, I'm wearing a piercing black halter top that seemed to spill down the center of my waste, which actually lead me to believe I had that hour-glass figure that catches eyes no matter what room I walk in. I knew it was too good to be true though. This was just momo being momo. Making me an outfit that makes me feel like her. A girl thats practically everything I've always wanted to be.

It went a lacey skirt, that started out a dark hue of grey but melted into a defening red. A silky jacket rested over my arms- or at least it looked like A jacket but, it had rhinestones that almost blinded me if I looked directly at them.

Then finally, I wore black stalkings with Blood-red ribbons that sat at the tips of my knees; and it was topped off with a pair of black high-heels that were very similar to boots- and they clicked against the hardwood floor as I'd shifted around, worming away what's left of these damned shot nerves that have lingered since my run in this morning.

My (h/l), (h/t) (h/c) hair leaked over my shoulders. They put some kind of glittery stuff, in my fur- so looking in the mirror, the light gently bounced off every woven twinkle.

My ears twitch anxiously, as I pace around my room, cigarette in hand. Sensei told me not to smoke in the house, but today I did it anyway because I was already so stressed out. My friends and I left on a good note, like usual- i was greatful for their help. And I hoped that maybe one day I'd be willing to return the favor.

They ditched me about thirty minutes before katsuki claimed he'd be here.

They told me to use this tiny black handbag, and to leave Kenai with aizawa. I was skeptical, but eventually I was the one To talk myself into doing it.

Sensei hasn't exactly seen me yet. I'm worried he'll think I just look like trash or something and change his mind about letting me do this.

And I still haven't shapeshifted at all today, I hoped this fucked curse wouldn't actually effect me until at least midnight. Surely our date will have been over by then, I mean I am a minor right?

I paw around my bra for the strange box- phone- yeah, the phone. Aizawa had gifted me with before- to check and see if Katsuki has actually tried calling me.

His code, or whatever; was literally the only thing on the screen. I knew maybe if I wanted to get ahold of him, I was going to have to text him.