Despite how many people I killed, and even blowing up buildings wit the LOV…there is one I still couldn’t do, accept my sexuality n body. For awhile probably since 14, my attraction to men dwindled the day I lost my virginity. It didn’t feel good at all…the grabbing of my hair, the rough poking in me, to call him “daddy”…ugh, I vowed to never have intercourse with a man since then. But thing is tho..my own gender is extremely judgmental when comes to “standards”, some even unrealistic. It’s not my fault my quirk self burns my skin whenever I use it a certain amount of times…

I had to go to the gas station 20 minutes before closing time to get some cigarettes and something to drink in my “disguise” of black hoodie n sweats, a mask over my mouth n nose, and even black glasses, the public be too nosy. But when I went up to the counter n set my AZ on the counter, the girl behind the counter was…wow, beautiful is an understatement of her face alone having me feel like…I was way out of her league…

“Ummm…can I…get a cigarette…?”

What the Fuck! Now that I’m way closer, she feels…no, looks even cuter somehow! Shit…it’s fine tho, I’m good at hiding my expressions, i should be.