Starving | K. Bakugo

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Starving; The telepathic staredown

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Luca walks around the room to sit on the bed, cautiously keeping his distance. "You had a small scale induced panic attack that caused you to faint, but that'll pass once you eat something and calm yourself down." He looks back at the door. "I apologize for Oscar's behavior, his people skills are lacking, for sure," He lets out a small laugh and looks back to me "He likes to scare people off before actually interacting with them."

I sit up straight, "Am I still in the U. A.  main administrative building?"

Even though everything in this room seemed hospital-like, the fact that the bed was so big and the room so colorful made me think otherwise.

He smiles and I can see from here a small dimple showing on his left cheek. "Yes, we are, this is the infirmary on the top section of the building. I'm one of the three doctors on duty today."

I let out a sigh of relief. "I was told you could help me with my...quirk situation"

"That's right, first, I'll tell you a bit about my quirk," He fixes his very much regular clothes which in no way signaled that he was in fact, a doctor. "It first surfaced as a swift quirk erasing ability, and it stayed that way for many generations"

I listened quietly, making sure not to lose the train of thought with my nonsense.

"But as the years went by, it morphed into a quirk swapping ability." His hands made motions to try and explain his point. "At first it only lasted a couple of minutes, but as it kept being passed from child to child, it finally dropped very close to what I'd like to believe is, it's core version."

I'd suppose he believed the core of it would eventually be a permanent quirk stealing ability.

He stood up from the bed and turned around to face one of the weird blue paintings. "My proposition is very simple really." His face shifted to the side.

"You want my quirk." I said, aware of the path the conversation was falling into, "And you'd think I trust you with something so personal? A stranger?"

He lifted his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender and then fumbled with his feet to turn around and face me. "I haven't even gotten to the good part. You see, we do this very often, and trust me when I say, you're not the first teenager to have trouble controlling your gift."

"I'm nineteen," I mumble, frowning.

"Yes, that's what I said, teenager. You can swap quirks with me, and I will work hard to find a way to work out your quirk's defects and lift it up to its full potential."

I lose all concentration, my mind drifting off into a pool of unwanted knowledge. I'm not sure how long it is before I regain consciousness of my surroundings. When I manage to snap out of it, Luca was looking directly at me with one hand to his chin.

"Fascinating," His eyes shift to my trembling hands, "How often have you've been getting these blackouts?"

"Ever since I was sixteen," I say, scratching the back of my neck. "I was a late bloomer, and my quirk struck me at that age. The blackouts usually happen every fifteen to twenty minutes if I'm engaging in direct conversation, or if I'm distracted."

"And what happens when you're alone? With only your thoughts?" He steps closer slowly.

I jungle around my ideas. "Then they can be one or two minutes apart."

He kneels down in front of the bed. Takes my hands in his and stares up at me. "Let me do this for you, let me help you reach your full potential."