She felt the bubbly girl paused before her hands started moving felting her scaly hidden limbs. "Wha-"
Freya cut the girl off breaking contact and placing a hand over the girl's mouth. Uraraka gave her a confused look before the Succubus's gripped her wrist and dragged the confused girl towards the girls changing room.
Completely unaware of the eyes watching the interaction and their retreating figures.
Her covered was blown… Uraraka had noticed and there was no way she could say the female was imagining it. Nor could she wipe the girl's memory as it wasn't in her ability to do so.
She dragged the girl into the changing rooms before slamming the door shut behind her, a worried frown pulling at her lips, Uraraka stared questioningly at her frowning form. What had she felt? There was definitely something there…. but what? And why couldn't she see it? Was that the reason why she wore the cardigan? What was her fellow class mate hiding?
"Hades-san?" the buddle girl's voice called dragging the demon out of her raging thoughts.
Freya sighed, sitting on a wooden bench – purple hues glued to the door avoiding eye contact while studying the framework. It was now or never. "You have to promise me you won't say a thing about what you felt and are about to see" she turned to face the female.
The gravity girl gulped before nodded noting the seriousness in the girl's tone, something the female was completely unfamiliar with.
"Say it out loud"
"I promise" she said, before gasping in surprise at the sight.
Freya sighed in relief as she lifted the glamour, the strain gone from her mind, as she gave her wings and tail a quick stretch – the muscles protesting with the sudden movement, they had been through a lot today, a lot more than normal.
"Why..." Uraraka started, her eyes wide with shook and wonder, "why would you want to hide this?!"
Freya played with a strand of hair, "personal reasons I do not wish to disclose"
"But there so pretty, can I touch them?" the girl asked inching closer, hand reaching out for the leathery appendixes as the succubus nodded.
"Wow there soo leathery! Are they fire proof? Oh I bet there related to your quirk hell fire was it? And how come there were invisible?" the girl rambled, her questions tumbling out of her mouth one after another.
"It's called glamour… I don't really use it much, drains my energy" Freya chuckled, trying not to twitch under the girl finger tips. This was going better then she'd thought… the girl didn't seem to question her further about the subject and wasn't jumping on her – that was a bonus.
"I still don't get why you hide them" the girl murmured, her fingers feather touching the leathery wings – Freya tried not to shudder in pleasure as the girl fingers lightly went over a sensitive spot.
"It's a long story, I don't want to remember…." She stated standing up.
Uraraka nodded a thoughtful expression on her face, before nodding letting the subject drop completely, "let's get back hades before they come looking for us"
"Call me Freya"
"As long as you call me Ochaco!" the girl grinned. Following the girl out of the doorway, the glamour already settled over her wings as the pair stepped outside. The wannabe hero pleased at herself for taking another step into breaking down the barriers of her close friend. Sharing deep secrets being the first step, but she wouldn't push to find out more until Freya was ready to reveal it.
Freya, looked at the girl from the corner of her eyes, before poking the girls check, "stop smiling so much"
"Why? I'm happy were becoming better friends!"
Friends huh? Freya thought, a small thoughtful smile dancing on her lips most unlike her sly playful ones the class was accustomed with. And without realising it – left most of those looking at her speechless and flustered.
Maybe she wouldn't be alone after all.
- Later that evening -
"Belladonna darling!"
Freya paused as a pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders from behind. She was at work in her normal stripper get up – blue wig and fake horns. Usual stripper attire and high heels; wings and tail on show.
"I hear about what happened at the school" the women muttered in her ear.
She turned in her bosses grip, wrapping her arms around the women's slim waste, "Lexi~" she purred, "however did you find out about it?"
"Remember I have ears everywhere sweetie"
"That's true~ but I thought the government was trying to keep it on the low profile" Freya muttered, tracing circles on the women's hip.
"True, but I like to keep my eye on you" the women winked, before glancing at something over her shoulder, "oh my~ looks like your stalker is back, I wonder how long it be for him to break~"
Freya didn't turn round having guessed who was watching her from the shadows. The sly smile crawled onto her lips, she was the drug and she couldn't wait for him to beg. She unhooked her arms before giving her boss a quick peck on the check.
Turning on her heels she hopped behind the bar – her place for tonight and began taking orders. Swinging her hips she passed drinks over – took money and tips doing her usually rounds while chatting up those standing by. The playful smile never leaving her lips.
A hand caught her wrist as she went to pick up an empty glass, "it seems you were right" the male voice grumbled, her purple hues locking onto his azure blue ones.
"I told you they were weaklings~" she purred, "but it seems that was there plan – lots of weaklings to do their dirty work and be the scapegoat at the end~ fitting don't you think?"
The man raised an eyebrow his lips tugging upwards, "you know a lot about things don't you?" he question, while a frowned flashed across the girls lips. Maybe she said too much?
"Rumours fly" she smirked, covering up her nervousness with playfulness.
"What else do you know?" the man questioned his grip pulling her closer, almost dragging her across the bar that was between them.
"A lot~" she purred, drawing her tail down the line between the patchworks of his skin.
"Belladonna" a female voiced broke the growing tension between the pair.
She cocked her head towards the women – another stripper at the club. "Lexi wants to talk to you"
She nodded, pulling her hand from the man's grip – "look after him won't you?"
"Don't worry he be in great hands" the stripper winked a finger tracing Freya jawline as she walked passed.
She slipped into the backrooms of the club, an annoyed frown on her features – Lexi just had to ruin her fun didn't she? She knocked before stepping into the office were Lexi sat on a comfy chair a smile on her face.
"It's less crowed in here" the women said with all seriousness, "why don't we continue with our chat? Tell me everything"
Freya sighed a pout making its way onto her lips, before she slumped onto the spare sit – lying across the seat – legs dangling off the edge. Before opening her mouth, talking about her day to the only family like figure she had in this realm.
After what felt like forever with telling her tale – leaving out a few bits and pieces as you do, she yawned, curling up further on the chair she lay across. It had been a long day… Lexi wouldn't mind if she took a quick nap and no school tomorrow! Hell it was a holiday!
Her purple eyes slowly drifted close unable to keep them open for any longer. The red head turned back towards the teenager – mouth open to kick her out and back to work but froze a smile on her face as she saw the sleeping figure.
Quietly she stepped out of the room back into the lively club that was in full swing – completely missing the male that was hidden in the shadows around the corner.
The dark haired, blue eyes patchwork male stepped out making his way towards the door the woman – Lexi had left. The door he believed the female that was driving him mad was behind. His bored expression didn't change as he gripped the handle and slowly slipped inside the dark room. His graze studied the office before landing on a sleeping figure.
He crouched down before the sleeping female, studying her face. Gone was the playfulness and sly smile, the knowing smirk that drove him mad like everything else about the female which he couldn't put his finger on. He was just drawn to her.
He lifted a hand, tracing her jawline like the stripper had before. His feather touches flowing down her neck, along her shoulder and leathery wings.
He stopped standing, dragging himself to the doorway, he would make her his…. one way or another.
To be continued...