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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iyako laid on her stomach as Katsuki gathered his dirty laundry, mumbling underneath his breath about God knows what. A small sigh left the females lips as she tossed her phone onto the space next to her, rolling on her back and looking at Katsuki as he stretched out his back.
"Enjoying the view?" Katsuki teased, looking over at her as he let his arms drop to his side.
Miyako smiled and nodded her head, "Hell yeah," She responded, moving into a sitting position.
"Pervert," Katsuki muttered as he moved on to the bed.
Miyako smiled softly as he laid his head on her lap, wrapping his arms around her legs in order to keep her in place, "You made me this way, Mon amour," She replied.
Katsuki scoffed and looked up at her, his red eyes gleaming with amusement, "I didn't do shit," He declared, "I just assisted in making your true colours show," Katsuki spoke as he lifted himself from Miyako's lap and pushed his face in front of her.
Miyako chuckled softly and leaned forward, allowing her nose to brush against his, "There's still more you don't know about me," She informed, slipping her arms around his neck.
Katsuki nodded his head and glanced down at her lips for a brief moment before speaking, "You're right..but I do know that you like it rough," He smirked and pushed Miyako down onto the bed.
A small blush erupted on her cheeks and Miyako rolled onto her stomach, "You ruined it," She bluntly informed, grabbing a hold of her phone and turning it on.
Katsuki glared at Miyako before laying his body on top of hers and dropped his chin onto her shoulder so that he was looking at the screen of Miyako's phone. Miyako shifted to get more comfortable underneath the male and rested her head against her arm as she scrolled through her social media.
"Who's that?" Katsuki asked as Miyako stopped to like a picture of one of her favourite male singers.
Her lips twitched upwards and she glanced back at him, "A celebrity," She replied before smirking, "He holds a special place in my heart," Miyako teased.
Katsuki's brows furrowed in annoyance at her words and he narrowed his eyes at her, "Then it must suck to be my fucking girlfriend," He snapped.
Miyako laughed and shook her head, "Nah, I like you," She informed, reaching her hand upwards and patting his cheek affectionate.
Katsuki rolled his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to her neck, moving his lips down to her shoulder and gently nipping at the skin. A small squeak left Miyako's lips at the feeling, "H-Hey! What was that for?!" She exclaimed, rubbing her neck.
With a smirk, Katsuki lifted himself off of Miyako's body and rolled her over so that he could look down at her, "Nothing," He informed before moving his hands down to pull Miyako's shirt up and over her head.
A small blush gathered on her cheeks as she felt Katsuki pressed his lips just above the bra. She wrapped her hands around his neck and let her head fall back as he began sucking on her skin, leaving a big bruise on her chest. A quiet moan left her lips as Katsuki's fingers moved to her chest, teasingly groping at her breast before switching to her other one.
"A-Ah..K-Katsuki," Miyako moaned out quietly, "I-I don't want to..I don't want to.." Miyako's words trailed off as Katsuki pulled away with a smirk on his lips.
"Chill out," He rasped, "We won't,"
Miyako nodded her head, watching Katsuki move to hover over her body and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. After pulling away, Katsuki laid down next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer into his chest.
Miyako smiled softly and turned in his arms so that she could look up at him. Katsuki forced his free arm underneath Miyako's head and placed his fingers in her black strands.
After a few minutes of the action, Miyako's eyelids started to droop low, only for her to blink them back open. Katsuki's body was warm, and she was comfortable in the position she was in.
"Go to sleep, dumbass," Katsuki demanded, looking down at her.
"I'm not tired," Miyako lied, moving her hand up to comb through his ash-blonde strands.
Katsuki let out a small scoff and moved to lay on his back, "Don't fucking lie to me, brat," He hissed, "Go to sleep or I'll make you tired," He grumbled, though a smirk grew on his lips.
Miyako's cheeks flushed at the words and she adjusted her position so that she was almost laying on top of the male. Her head was rested on his chest, one arm tucked in front of her body and her other arm draped over his torso, she had moved a leg to rest over one of his.
"I'll go to sleep," Miyako mumbled, earning a small chuckle from the red eyed devil.
Katsuki nodded his head and looked down at Miyako as her eyes slipped closed, soon after her breathing slowed to an even pace, telling the male that she had fallen asleep. The ghost of a smile grew on the male's lips as he carefully moved to pull the blanket over them.
Before they had even met, Katsuki had found himself slightly intrigued by the once silent and insecure girl, and once they had started dating Katsuki had an overwhelming urge to keep her safe, and he intended to do so.
