Starving | K. Bakugo

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Starving; The strong-willed but weak-minded

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I look up to find a butterfly flying towards one of the paintings I own of a big vibrant sunflower. I'd love to have a butterfly painting too, but the one they had at the store was red and it didn't really fit with the aesthetic I wanted.

I absolutely adore butterflies and their growth process. Many caterpillars eat 27,000 times their body weight before they are ready to enter the chrysalis. In the pupa stage, the caterpillar's body is turned to a gel-like liquid and the cells are broken down and reorganized. Once a caterpillar hatches from the egg it will increase its size 30,000 times before it is ready for the pupa stage.

"Dammit!" I yell as I take out the stupid painting and throw it to the other side of my room. Making the butterfly scatter and leave through the window. I couldn't possibly be more annoyed at myself right now. I always do this. I always, always, activate my quirk without wanting to. I really don't give a flying frisbee about butterflies or pupa right now.

"Okay Hannah, concentrate." I look over to an orange reading lamp that was on my desk. Then I glance over to the window that was on the left side of the room.

"It's a window and a lamp, just that." I run my hands over my hair and let out a heavy sigh.

My stomach grumbles in pain, and I'm just now realizing I haven't eaten since yesterday. I would love to go to Wendy's right now, I'm craving that Junior Bacon Cheeseburger. Wich actually is pure ground beef loaded with American cheese and fresh-cooked, thick-cut Applewood Smoked Bacon. It really only has 370 calories, which isn't that bad. But now that I think about it I'm not in the mood for overly greasy Burgers, maybe some pizza, with-

wait. I did it again.

"Let's see, Hannah, please." I try again to inspect my surroundings and see what I can concentrate on. Right below the window on the left side of the room, there's a little table with two wooden chairs. Two wooden chairs, that's all. No more. No history on wood. None. I start counting to see if I can actually last at least five minutes just thinking that.

When I'm on the third minute my phone rings abruptly.

I turn around and pick it up from the kitchen counter.

"Hello?" My mind is elsewhere, most likely in wonderland, while I answer, today I was almost going to hit the fourth minute for the first time and this asshxle, whoever it is, just ruined my party.  Now that I think about it, one of the most famous parties ever, happened two days before the founding fathers of the U.S.A. signed the Constitution. The paper itself took five months to write, so when it was complete, the fathers were ready to unwind and destress. Between 56 people, they drank 55 bottles of Madeira wine, 60 bottles of Claret wine, eight bottles of whiskey, 22 bottles of porter, eight of cider, 12 of beer, and seven bowls of a very strongly mysterious punch. That's more alcohol consumption per person than science tells us a human being is capable of surviving. I have no clue how they managed to get all of that down so fast, for sure there must've been-

"Miss Intelli?" A woman with a tiny scratchy voice said on the other side of the line, making me furrow my eyebrows in disgust.

"Uh, yes?" I ask, noticing I was slowly drifting away from reality with my stupidity.

"This is Caroline Feid, from–" I cut her off already knowing the answer.

"U. A.?" I ask, letting out a sigh.

U. A. was currently one of the world's most prestigious hero training programs, at least the most prestigious out of the four camps left in the world.