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's eyes snapped open at the sound of a loud, booming thunder that sent the girls, and some boys, of Class 1-B screaming. Katsuki let out an annoyed grumble, pulling Miyako tighter against his body in order to lull them back to sleep.
Miyako rolled in Katsuki's comfortable arms, now facing his muscular body. Determined to go back to sleep, Katsuki rolled away from Miyako, pulling the blanket over his head. Miyako giggled softly and ducked underneath the covers, wrapping her arms around his body.
"Are you fucking determined to wake me up or some shit?" Katsuki grumbled quietly.
"Can we watch the rain?" Miyako asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
With a deep sigh, Katsuki laid on his back and looked at her, "Where in the fuck are we going to watch the damn rain?" He asked.
Miyako smiled and sat up, the covers falling off of her. She pushed the soft fabric from her body and stood up, stretching her arms high over her head. Katsuki mumbled underneath his breath as he slipped his gray shirt back over his shoulders -- Miyako hadn't realized he was shirtless until now.
"Shit," Katsuki mumbled the curse as he scrolled through his phone.
Miyako turned to look at the male, watching him furiously type at it before shoving it into the pockets of his pants. She merely shook her head and walked over to her door, attempting to open it only for it to not budge.
A small whine left her lips as she tugged at the large wood. Katsuki rolled his eyes and marched over, moving Miyako away from the door and unlocking the door, pushing it open soon after. Miyako's cheeks flushed in embarrassment and opened the door.
"Where the hell are we going?" Katsuki grumbled, following the female down the staircases.
"To the lounge," Miyako replied with a smile on her lips.
Getting to the final floor, Miyako was greeted by Neito and Ume sitting on the couch watching TV. There were some clattering in the kitchen signalling there were others. Upon their entrance, Neito glanced upwards.
"Don't say anything," Ume mumbled, "Just watch the TV,"
Miyako cocked a brow at her slightly slurred voice, and as she watched Neito's glare harden as it landed on Katsuki, his eyes following them as Miyako lead him to the glass door that led out to the courtyard. Of course, Miyako made sure that they stayed underneath the shelter of the small canopy that Ume demanded they put up.
Katsuki let out a discontent grunt as Miyako forced herself into his lap, laying against him as she watched the rain hit the ground with a splash. Katsuki shifted her body around, moving in the chair he sat in before finally wrapping his arms around her.
"I could get use to this," Miyako stated, watching as the courtyard was lit up by a flash of lightning, followed by a low rumble afterwards.
"Well don't," Katsuki grumbled, his fingers running through her shorts strands.
Miyako chuckled softly and let out a small hum, telling him she had been listening to his words. Since she was laying against Katsuki's chest, Miyako was able to hear the beats of his heart. Her lips twitched upwards as she listened to his heart skip a beat for a second.
"What are you thinking about?" Miyako asked softly, leaning her chin against his chest.
"Nothing," He muttered, "Don't worry about it, Runt,"
Miyako smiled at his words and turned her eyes back to the courtyard. Occasionally the courtyard would be illuminated by a flash of lighting, or a loud thunder would boom overhead, startling the classmates. The sound of rain hitting the tarp of the canopy and the concerte was slowly making Miyako more sleepy.
The sound of the door sliding open pulled Miyako from her trance and she immediately looked towards the door. Ume stood at the entrance with a grin on her lips.
"You do realize he is out?" Ume asked with a grin.
Miyako turned her head to look at Katsuki, and nearly laughed at him. His head had fallen to the side, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling with every breath he took. Turning her attention back to Ume, she spoke up, "No, I didn't. I'm glad you told me before I began talking to myself,"
Ume glanced at Katsuki before speaking, "You really like him, don't you?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.
Miyako's cheeks turned a shade of pink as she slowly nodded her head, "Yeah...I-I guess I do," She replied.
Ume's face grew a sad smile on her lips and she looked at Miyako, "I haven't seen you genuinely smile in a real long time, Miya-Chan," She paused, "Have you told him everything?" She questioned.
Miyako shook her head in response to the question, "No..I haven't," She mumbled, "I don't want to ruin something good with something as little as that,"
Ume sighed softly, "You need to tell him, Miyako..before that French dude does. That'll be the only thing that tears the two of you apart. Don't let him leave because you're to scared to tell him your past," She demanded.
Miyako rolled her eyes, "Relax, Mom," Miyako sarcastically spoke, "I'll tell him sooner or later,"
Ume sighed quietly and nodded her head, "It better happen soon," She mumbled, "She'll be here soon, and Katsuki will want to know why you hate her,"
Miyako sighed softly and nodded her head, "I know, I know," She stated, "I'll probably tell him tomorrow or something,"
