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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The classes gathered in a large circle, some sat down, others stood. Miyako nibbled on her nails as she examined the fight unfolding before her in a crouched position. A small sigh left her lips as she pressed her knee against the ground of the gym floor, her finger tracing a random pattern onto the floor.
Miyako watched in slight amusement as Ume let out a loud gasp as she fell on her back, feebly attempting to scramble away from her opponent. Miyako was unsure of who he was, but he looked very calm.
Miyako had to admit, this guy was pretty cute. He had two eye and hair colours, and looked all around strong and, unlike Katsuki, he was loud and arrogant. She also really liked the ice, but something caught her attention. He never did anything with his left side, outside of the hand to hand combat that Ume would randomly spike up.
Miyako cringed as Ume slipped on a stray piece of ice from Shoto Todoroki, she had slipped right out of the respected fight zone. A small grin grew on her lips as Ume laid flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling, appearing as if she had just given up on everything known to mankind.
Miyako met Sekijiro's gaze and stood to her feet, walking around the students and immediately over to Ume's body, seeing the shame sprawled onto her features. Miyako stretched her foot forwards, tapping her side gently.
"You're being overdramatic, mon amie," Miyako stated quietly, "Todoroki is a strong being all around,"
Ume looked up towards her, "Dislike," She stated, sitting up, "I slipped. I failed. I'm doomed," She whispered.
Miyako shook her head and glanced towards Sekijiro, "My turn?" She asked, receiving a broad nod in return.
"Fujiaki," Shouto Aizawa called, his eyes moving towards a tall male with black hair.
Miyako cocked a brow, she hadn't seen this male around before today. Miyako grunted quietly as she walked into the circle, pulling her hands out if her pockets. Miyako rubbed the side of her temple as she watched the male approach.
The harder she looked, the more she saw. Miyako could see numerous freckles stretching from cheek to cheek along with a long jagged scar on one side of his mouth. His bright green eyes held an ambitious glitter in them. It was very hard to see, but behind him were very faint outlines of what looked like other people.
"Lovely to finally meet you, Miyako," Miyako was nearly dumbfounded by the surprisingly thick French accent in his voice, "You're mère has spoken very highly of you and your sister,"
Miyako narrowed her eyes at the male, "What?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, "You-"
Her words were silenced as his hand swung forward, at first nothing happened, but then a huge gush of wind sent Miyako stumbling backwards with a yelp. Her eyes widened as she skidded to a stop. Fed up with him already, Miyako sent him an angry glare, only to have his smirk widening as her hands were engulfed in a bright, green flame.
"Now we will begin!" He exclaimed, genuine joy in his voice.
Miyako rolled her eyes as she looked at him, her fingers clenched into a fist as she waited for his next move. Her eyes glued onto his arms, waiting for him.
"It does not matter what you do, Miyako," Fujiaki declared, "I will always be one step ahead of you!"
Miyako was inwardly cringing at the boasting male. She sighed quietly and extinguished the flames on her hands, "You're a classic narcissist. I'm not going to waste my energy on someone with the means of you," She informed, turning on her heels to the teachers, "Is that alright, Mr Kan?"
"WHAT?! I AM NO NARCISSIST!" Fujiaki screeched from behind her, "YOU MUST COME BACK AND FIGHT!" He demanded.
Sekijiro seemed genuinely surprised by Miyako's sudden change, "Its allowed," He stated, "But I must ask why,"
Miyako merely shrugged her shoulders as she walked by, "I'd rather conserve as much energy as possible by the Sports Festival. I watched them last year," She turned to look back at Fujiaki, who was still throwing a tantrum, "They seem difficult, and I'd like to waste energy doing the exam rather than fighting the man child,"
Sekijiro let out an amused grunt before waving her off. Miyako shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her athletic pants and walked back over to her original place in the group. Ume sent her a confused look.
"What happened? He scare you with that wind shit?" Ume asked, folding her arms over her chest.
Miyako shook her head, "No, not at all. If he's a classic narcissist as I suspected then he'll have anger built inside. During the Sports Fesitval, I think that anger will start to show and he uses all of his energy during either the first round or the second; therefore, he'll loose," She explained with a pleased smile.
"Baku-Bitch is looking at you," Ume stated.
Miyako turned around to see that Katsuki was in fact looking at her, an annoyed glare on his face as Fujiaki rambled in his ear. Miyako could only send him a small smile before turning around.
"You know, he could also lash out after school," Ume spoke, "It looks as if he knew more about you then you know about yourself,"
Miyako shrugged and sat down on the ground, "He's to prideful to injury his reputation by beating up a girl for no reason; however, you might be right about him though. My brain has subconsciously blocked out most of what happened in France, so he very well may be a former friend, or even rival. He spoke to me as if we're rivals, but I don't demember him," She rambled.
