Starving | K. Bakugo

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Starving; The food thief

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I drop the last cardboard box to the floor with a large sigh, rubbing my hands against the shorts I was wearing to get rid of the small sting.

I look around the luxurious dorm room- which honestly acted more like a loft on its own. Silver detailing surrounded every inch of the large scale apartment. White stools adorned the little kitchen island that stood very close to the front door. The more I inspected the place the more I regretted saying yes to this.

I can hear dad talking to himself while he walks in with the small duffle bag I used to store my bathroom essentials. "You sure that's all kid?" He frowns, handing me over the bag. "Don't you think you're...missing a couple of boxes?"

I let out a laugh, holding the bad in my shoulder. "No, Marcus, I'm not staying for long" I smile sweetly at him.

"Hannah this is hardly enough to last two months." He signals to the six boxes placed in front of the kitchen area.

"Relax, I'll make it one month by concentrating very, very hard." I winked back at him.

He nods and then turns to close the door behind him. "Have you tried that new quirk of yours yet?"

I turn over to him, "Not yet, it's not like I have hundreds of people for me to try it on." I walk over to the kitchen, dad trailing closely behind me. "Honestly I'm just glad I got to relax this week without any blackouts. I feel so much more light and my thoughts aren't as jumbled anymore." Placing the duffle on the kitchen counter, I add, "But weirdly, I've also noticed I'm a little bit outdated on common knowledge."

Dad lets out a large snort "Is that a nice way of saying you're stupid kiddo? Because I already knew that, I made ya." He opens the refrigerator and inspects it closely, then sighs and turns around looking defeated. "If anything, you know you can try it on me."

I smile back, "Thanks dad, but I don't really see a point in that, considering I'm not going to be using it anytime soon."

He groans in desperation, "C'moooon," He pouts and looks at me.

"Fine." I close my eyes and try to morph my thoughts into a single line of communication. Luca had sent me a couple of tips in order to achieve the correct message delivery, and I'd tried them on my beta fish Sancho, but still no human.

I think you should give me four hundred dollars right now.

I open my eyes and stare at dad, expectation rising in me. "Kid," He tilts his head to the side, "you do know the quirk you borrowed is telepathy and not mind control."

I laughed. "Worth a shot."

The door handle jingles lightly and I hear someone open the door forcefully.

"I swear if someone doesn't fix this handle soon I'll have to karate chop someone's arms with my tentacles." The door opens and crashes with the wall behind it. A tall, slim girl walks in, wearing a small tight black dress and some combat boots.

She was unmistakenly beautiful, she had long dark blue and very blue excentric lashes. I could tell she was Asian because her eyes contoured in the most perfect slim way. She had pointy ears that caught your attention immediately.

She looked up after murmuring some curses under her breath, stopping dead in her tracks after realizing that she wasn't alone in the apartment.

She smiled back at us, showing us a pair of white fangs dangling from her perfect denture. "Oh, hi! You must be my new roommate."