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 ran a hand through her short hair as she sat at the lunch table, listening to Ume rave on about some nonsense that made absolutely no sense to anyone else but Ume herself.
It had been about a week since her break up with Katsuki, and Miyako was steadily picking herself back up and returning to the person she use to be before she had met Katsuki. It was more boring now.
On days like this she would usually sit with Katsuki, listening to Denki's god awful jokes and pick up lines or talking with Mina. She'd often talk with Ejiro or Sero about random things or be completely engulfed in a sulking Katsuki's arms.
She could still hear Denki's laughing and the annoyed groans from Sero or the anger filled threats from Katsuki. Miyako regretted the words she had said to Katsuki, mainly because it ended their relationship entirely, but also because it was the first time she had ever seen Katsuki show any kind of pain. It made her upset that she was the reason of it.
A gentle tap on her shoulder made Miyako jump slightly before turning around. Behind her stood a nervous looking male, who she soon recognized as Deku..or Izuku Midoriya.
"U-Uhm, hi," He greeted a bit awkwardly.
Ume's talking immediately cut to a stop upon seeing the male and she quickly spoke, "Miyako doesn't want to talk to anyone from the bullshit class," She spat.
Izuku's eyes widen and he nervously stammered, prompting Miyako to place a hand on his shoulder, "Calm down, D- Midoriya," She demanded.
"I-I know its n-none of my business.." He began, fumbling with his fingers, "But are, are you and Kacchan..uhm, uh,"
Miyako tensed up at the familiar name and let her hand fall down from his shoulder, "We broke up about a week ago, now if that's it..please leave,"
The green-haired male quickly scampered off, and Miyako turned back to face Ume who was chowing angrily down on the french fry in her hand. Miyako cocked a brow at the action before sliding her tray over towards the purple haired female.
"Here," Miyako stated, "I'm not hungry," She informed with a calm shrug.
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Miyako sighed quietly as she pulled open her locker, a small squeak leaving her lips as an object fluttered down and onto her shoe. With a small frown, Miyako kneeled down and picked up the folded paper. After putting some stuff up and locking her locker once more, Miyako adjusted the bag on her shoulders and slowly opened the piece of paper.
Miyako,
I have to apologize for telling Katsuki everything..I figured that it would be best if he were to know what he was getting into. He also told me you two broke up. I think he misses you? I cannot be sure with his temper, but it has been..rough. He's really angry, I do not know at who though. Maybe you two should try talking to each other? Maybe it would put some peace between you two. Who knows, you two could quiet possibly become a couple once again? -Tarou
Miyako sighed softly and crumbled the paper up into a ball, walking towards the nearest trashcan and dropping the letter into it. In the last week she had multiple people approach her asking what happened between her and Katsuki.
As much as Miyako wanted to talk to Katsuki and apologize to him, he made it clear that he didn't even want to be breathing the same air as her. She didn't blame him though. She didn't blame him for anything other than breaking up with her.
Everything else was completely her fault. He wanted to help her, but she pushed him away. He wanted to hear what happened to her, but she never said it so he went to Tarou. Katsuki actually tried while Miyako panicked about the smallest things.
The sound of a locker slamming shut grabbed her attention. Miyako looked up and furrowed her brows together, down the hall Katsuki had stopped next to his locker, reading something in his hand. Admittedly, Miyako was curious, but decided not to intrude on his personal business. She was stuck on which way to go.
"Miyako!"
Her face paled completely at the sound of a familiar voice calling after her. She turned around to see Tenshi, the feminine looking guy she had met during the Sports Festival; unfortunately, Katsuki also briefly glanced up.
"H-Hey, Tenshi," Miyako greeted quietly.
Miyako heard a light scoff come from Katsuki's direction followed by departing footsteps. Tenshi scratched at the scratch scars on his cheek and spoke in a excited voice, "So uh, I asked out Ume," He declared.
Miyako nodded her head at his words, "What did she say?" She asked curiously. Miyako had been the one to suggest that Tenshi ask Ume out once he came running towards her begging for advice.
"She actually said yes," Tenshi informed, "But...I need more advice on what to do,"
Miyako looked at him, a brow raised in the air, "Uh...take her out..on a picnic..or dancing?" She suggested with a shrug.
Tenshi made a noise of discontent, "No! I want this to be spe-"
"If you want to get laid take her to an amusement park," Miyako bluntly interrupted.
Tenshi's cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he quickly ducked his head, mumbling a quiet thank you before scrambling off in the opposite direction. With a roll of her eyes, Miyako began walking back down the empty hall, running a hand through her black strands.
Lady Luke seemed to be discriminating against Miyako, because as soon as she round the corner, she slammed face first into a chest and stumbled backwards.
"H-Hey!" She yelped out, falling onto her butt.
Miyako looked upwards, a small frown on her lips as she realized that Katsuki was towering over her, a scowl on his features. Miyako quickly lowered her gaze from him and pushed herself up, remaining silent as she briefly dusted off her skirt before attempting to push past Katsuki, who was being unusually quiet.
"Stop," Katsuki spoke in a rough voice, his arm moving to block her path and clutching onto the arm further from him.
"Let me go, Bakugo," Miyako demanded, attempting to pull her arm from him, "Please," Miyako kept her eyes glued to the ground.
"I want a damn explanation first," He declared, his red eyes burning holes into her head.
Miyako finally looked up at him, suddenly realizing that his eyes were a bit bloodshot and red. Her brows twitched slightly at the realization; she knew he had been crying, at least whenever he was alone.
