Diabolic Desire

Origin

"Are you human?"
He decided to ask upfront as he could no longer hold in his curiosity.

"Eh?!
Of course I am!? Hey I might have accidentally insulted your dead grandpa but that doesn't give you the right to call me inhuman..."

"Then why do you look the way you do?"

"Tch!
It's my quirk! What! Gonna make fun of me like everyone else...?!"

"Quirk...???
What is a quirk...??
Does everyone have one...??"

He sighed and decided the easiest way to get answers would be the simple way.
He tapped on the cashier's shoulder.
"Could you explain to me what a quirk is...?"
He asked.

"A quirk is a super human trait around 80% of the population is born with.
There are many different kinds of quirks ranging from mutations to transformation quirks to emitter quirks to a lot.
I have a transformation quirk which effects my appearance, a lot of people have them which also effects their appearance.

Quirks allow people to do an array of things that aren't really able to be explained entirely.
Some people can walk through walls.
Some people can fly.
Some people can talk to animals.
Some people can spit acid.
The list keeps going."

"Interesting...
So humans have gotten stronger over the century.
Wait.

This is perfect!
My peculiar appearance can't and won't be questioned"
A grin struck his face.

"Okay, could you be ever so kind to lend me all the money in your little cash register"

"Here you go sir"
The cashier grabbed a bag and dumped all of the money into it.
He then handed it over to him.

"Thank you for your kindness"
He looked around the shop before exiting, he'd need to fit in now so wearing the clothes he had already been wearing was a horrible idea.

"Hm.
It's a good thing they have things in my style"
He grabbed a bunch of clothes that he had no issue wearing.
It consisted of mostly dark colored clothes.
He walked back over to the cashier.

"Could you give me a bag for all of this"

"Here, oh and let me remove those little alarms"
The cashier then proceeded to take off security tags and stuffed all the clothes into the bag.

"Thanks again"
He walked out the small shop and once he was a considerable distance away he snapped his finger and continued.

"I need to change out of my clothes"
He looked around and found a public bathroom.
He walked in and changed into the nicest outfit he had.

It was a black turtle neck with a collared button up on top, paired with black jeans and better looking sneakers.

"I guess I won't need my old outfit anymore"
Despite thinking this, he still kept his cloak.

He struggled to stay hunched over in the small bathroom.
In had been sized to fit those below 5'7.

He on the other hand was 6'3 so he was greatly struggling.

"I guess I'll size myself down for the time being"
He snapped his fingers as he visibly shrunk and walked out the bathroom.
His clothes shrunk with him as he walked out still holding the bags.

"I have no place to go.

...I guess when you're forgotten after so long that's bound to happen.

This time.

I won't ever be forgotten.
Never...

I'll be talked about for millenniums!
No one will dare forget my name."