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...
>>So, I'm like extremely lazy so I'm going to skip over the Vs. Hero Killer Arc and right towards the aftermath of Katsuki being kidnap. Also, heads up. Miyako goes spiralling into a black hole of massive anxiety and self-doubt. There will also be more French and bad translations<<
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Miyako's legs bounced up and down at a rapid pace as the medics gingerly treated the wound on her back. Her knuckle was tucked into her mouth, her teeth nibbling at the skin as her mind raced a million miles per hours. She was more worried about Katsuki than about the fires.
The fires. Miyako's eyes flicked upwards as she watched a plan soar overhead, dropping gallons of water onto the burning forest. She could still see bits of blue flames arising all around, as well as green ones created by her.
The main thing that plagued her mind was the fact that a villain also wielded a fire quirk. Miyako knew that there have been many heroes with fire quirks, but she had never heard of someone using it for villainous acts. It bugged her significantly because she never realized that it could be used for criminal acts.
"Yukishima," Miyako looked up, seeing Tarou standing there completely unharmed.
"You can call me Miyako," She replied.
Tarou looked at her and frowned, "How long have you two been together?" He asked, sitting next to Miyako.
A slight pain gathered in her chest at the mention of Katsuki. She missed him a lot and the last she saw him was while he was training, the last time they spoke was just before getting onto the buses. No one had knew they had been dating until the moment Miyako kissed him and bolted off; Neito had an uproar about that.
"..Since after the uh," Miyako licked her lips, picking at an old scar on her knee, "After the uh, S-Sports Festival," She admitted.
Tarou looked down at her kneecaps before swatting her hand away, "Vous n'avez pas besoin de reprendre cette habitude," ((You don't need to pick back up on that habit)) He declared.
Miyako looked at him with a small frown but nodded her head in understanding before speaking, "Pensez-vous qu'il va bien?" ((Do you think he's okay?))
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arou looked at her for a long, quiet moment before sighing and running his hand through his pink hair, "I don't know, Miyako," He admitted, "All I know is we'll get him back,"
As Tarou got up to leave, he turned back to look at her, "Don't doubt your quirk, Miyako," He stated, "You chose to use it for good, like Endeavor," He shot her a quick grin before disappearing off to his classmates.
