Her face barely showed any emotion, and she was sarcastic..almost to the point where people couldn't tell. To some she was a mystery, to others she was just another hero in training. Miyako wasn't always like this. She use to be an extremely happy-g...
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**A few days later**
Miyako's eyes scanned the horizon, a small frown on her lips as she raked her hand through the soft sand on the beach. The sound of the waves crashing over one another was soothing.
The occasional person or couple would walk or run to and fro, laughter falling from their lips or a simple chatter. Her hands numbly lifted from the sand, her eyes gazing downwards towards her hands, watching the sand roll off like streams of water.
A small sigh escaped her soft lips as she stood to her feet, brushing the sand off of her butt and turning on her heels, shoving her hands deep into the pockets of her black jeans as she walked. Miyako casted a small glance towards the setting sun, a deep frown settling on her lips.
At the rate she was going, Miyako wouldn't make it home until well after dark. That also meant she would have to walk past probably the worst part in Japan....alone. That is if she took a short cut, which would only make her about thirty minutes late whereas if she took the longer way, she'd be nearly an hour late.
Miyako sighed quietly and lowered her head down, staring at the floor as she walked, kicking a stray rock into the road. A few cars would honk as they zipped by, some even slowed a bit but never stopped. Miyako was greatful for that though.
"Hey~"
Miyako couldn't help but glance up at the voice. Her gaze landed on a tall woman, roughly about twenty-five, bending down to peer into a window of a Lamborghini. She wore very skimpy clothing. Miyako quickly adverted her gaze towards the ground realizing this woman was a prostitute.
Her pace began to pick up significantly the closer she got to the woman, hoping to pass her before she heard anything....traumatizing. Miyako let out a small sigh of relief as she passed them.
Miyako's nerves were worked up now. She had just arrived to the part of Japan she dreaded walking by at night. Miyako's plan was to keep her head down low, keep a brisk pace, and make it out unharmed.
She could hear loud chatter from different areas, and occasionally she heard the sound of a glass bottle shattering. Other than that, it was pretty silent, meaning it would be easy to hear anything approaching her.
Miyako wondered if Ginko was even remotely worried about her, or she was probably to drunk to even notice she was gone, or, even worse, she was drunk and noticed but didn't care. Miyako pulled her hands from her pockets, letting them swing freely as she moved along the streets, her hair whisking over her shoulders. Miyako glanced over her shoulder nervously, seeing nothing.
A sharp yelp left her lips as she suddenly crashed straight into someone's chest, sending them tumbling down towards the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
Miyako's eyes widened at the familiar voice and went the stand up; unfortunately, he had the same idea. Miyako gasped out in pain as his head slammed into her chin, and she stumbled backwards, landing on her ass.
"Watch where your fucking going," Katsuki spat bitterly, rubbing his head.
"Sorry, Bakugo," Miyako apologized, her cheeks red with embarrassment, "I-I was just-"
Miyako's eyes suddenly narrowed and she scrambled to her feet as did Bakugo, "You can't put all the blame on me! If you'd seen me, you should've moved out of my way instead of letting me run into you!" She snapped angrily.
Katsuki glared at her, "It was your fault!" He retorted.
Miyako let out an annoyed sigh, "I'd love to see things from your perspective, Bakugo, but its fucking IMPOSSIBLE TO GET MY HEAD SO FAR UP YOUR ASS!" Miyako exclaimed venomously.
A gasp left her lips as his hand grabbed a hold of the collar of her shirt, pulling her unsettlingly close to his face. Miyako craned her neck so that she wasn't so close, their eyes locked together. She could feel the heat those rose up in his hand as his fiery red eyes glared into her heterochromic eyes.
Suddenly, he dropped her shirt, "What the hell are you doing out here, runt?" He muttered, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
Miyako suspiciously narrowed her eyes at him. From what she heard of Katsuki, he wasn't one to just drop an argument like that. He was rude and vicious. "First of all," She began, "My name is Miyako Yukishima," She declared, "Second of all, I could ask you the same,"
Katsuki clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes in annoyance, "I was heading to the supermarket until your dumbass ran into me," He responded.
Miyako blinked, surprised that he had actually told her his reasoning. "O-Oh," She stammered out, "I was just walking home," She informed awkwardly.
Katsuki cocked a brow at her words, "You live around this dump?" He questioned.
"On the other side of this hell hole," Miyako informed.
For a brief moment, Miyako thought she could see his lips twitch upwards in the faintest of smiles, but it vanished as soon as it came. Katsuki seemed to be lost in thought before he spoke.
"Come with me to the supermarket, I'll walk you home afterwards," He suddenly offered.
Miyako looked at him in shock. This was definitely out of character for him, but he still had that same pissed off, demanding tone of his. "Look, if you're trying to get close to me for the Spo-"
"Are you coming or not?" Katsuki snapped in annoyance, "I couldn't give any less of a damn about the Sports Tournament,"
Miyako looked at him, slightly panicked, "O-Okay,"
