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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Miyako hummed quietly as she laid on her new bed in her room. It was something Miyako struggled to get used to. Everyday at the end of school, she would start walking home, only to realize that her home was school.
Miyako's room, along with everyone else's, was planned out before hand, making her very happy. Her walls were painted a navy blue with galaxyies and planets here and there. Her bed held a black comforter with white sheets underneath and black and white pillows. Her book shelf had many books of astronomy and outer space along with others based around Mythologies and the typical school books she needed for studying. Her desk had two snowglobes on it, which she had gotten from France, and a simple laptop. Covering the sliding glass door that lead out to the balcony was a white sheet with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it. Hanging all around her room were blue fairy lights.
Her bathroom was the typical plain white toilet, shower, sink. She had managed to get a different shower curtain, which was a plain blue.
A tap on the door that lead to her balcony made Miyako jump a bit. She tilted her head in confusion before slowly standing up, she pushed the curtain out of the way, and immediately a slight grin grew on her lips.
Through the glass, Katsuki stood on her balcony, arms folded across his chest angrily. Sliding the door open, Miyako watched as he pushed his way into the room, pausing briefly to look around, then looked at Miyako. A wider smirk gathering on his face.
"You really like wearing my damn clothes, don't you?" He questioned, moving to sit on her bed.
Miyako rolled her eyes and returned back to her spot on the bed, "Maybe I do, so what?" She retorted.
It was true, Miyako would wear one of his shirts to bed or to lay around in. Today she had been wearing the long sleeved shirt he gave her and shorts.
A small gasp left her lips as she felt Katsuki's finger tips touch the skin of her leg, and her cheeks turned red as he moved to lay down next to her. Katsuki's fingers never left their spot on her leg, only moving up slightly as Katsuki got himself situated.
"K-Katsuki," Miyako stammered out, and embarrassed blush on her cheeks, "You're hand.." She mumbled.
Katsuki chuckled softly at her words and removed his hand from her leg, grabbing her waist and tugging her body into his. A quiet sigh left her lips and Miyako tossed her phone onto the end table so that Katsuki could have all of her attention.
"Babe," Katsuki began, dragging Miyako on top of his body. He went to say something, only for him to stammer to a stop.
Miyako sat up, saddling his waist, and looked down at him with her head tilted to the side, "Yes?" She asked softly.
The grip on her hips suddenly got tighter, making her squirm slightly, "Don't fucking do that," Katsuki hissed, avoiding her gaze.
Miyako cocked a brow at his suddenly flushed appearance. His breathing was slightly uneven and his head and fallen to the side. Miyako slowly began to connect the dots and a deep blush erupted onto her cheeks as she realized his problem.
