Yuki

6. Miiko

Jackson pulled himself out of bed, early. Today was the sports festival. They contemplated canceling the event, but it was too important.

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The gate swung open, Jackson stepped inside. Balloons and stands and people filled the grounds. Jackson met with Aizawa, who was setting up speakers with Present Mic.

"Hi!" Mic yelled. Aizawa waved. Jackson waked back. "They want you on flowers. Just..." Aizawa's eyes darted to Jackson's palm scars. "Take it easy."

He nodded but rolled his eyes once he turned around. They only scarred because of the quickly retracted thorns. His fingertips slid over stand-tops. Flowers quickly crawled over their roofs and spread down to the ground.

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A small girl approached him. "Hello." Her voice was quiet. Jackson looked at her from over his shoulder. "Hello." He responded. "I like your flowers." She said. She had a closed third eye on her forehead. Her hair was pink near her face but light blue everywhere else. It brushed her shoulders and framed her round face. 

Her hands were cupped and held near her stomach. She opened her eyes and opened her third. It scanned him. "You're grieving." She remarked. "You were very good friends. My condolances." She closed her third eye again. "W-what do you mean?" He turned around fully now. She offered a closed mouth smile. "My quirk. I can see your memories. I can see the ones bothering you the most." 

"Oh. That's cool." He turned around again. She walked back to her friend group and they whispered about him. Loudly. 

"What's he thinking about?"

"Nothing interesting."

"Ugh, he's so cute. I bet he had abs..."

Jackson looked over his shoulder again and made eye contact with the group. "Ladies, discuss me out of earshot." He turned back around. He shook his head. 

It wasn't long before all the students arrived. Jackson continued sprouting color in bland places. He sometimes would spot a 1-A student.

By the time class would've started, students were packed into bleachers. The games played out.

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He went home and sat outside on a bench. Vines crawled along the back and up the legs. 

"Hello." She said. He jumped. "Uh, hey, what are you doing... at my house?" The girl smiled. Her third eye was open. "My name is... Miiko. Agoth Miiko. I sense that you are deeply troubled." 

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I know you're thinking about him. You always are. Your feelings for him are overwhelming." She tilted her head to the side and although she closed her mouth, she retained her smile. "Miiko," Jackson tilted his head also. "You seem like a lovely student but coming to my house is incredibly unprofessional. You can come see me after class tomorrow if you need to talk about something. Please leave before I have to call the school." 

She sighed and retreated into the woods. 

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He heard her outside his window. She was whispering to herself. I'm gonna have to report this girl. I really don't want to. He heard her moving around outside. Sliding her hands around on the window. Talking to herself even more. He turned in his bed so his back was facing the window. His eyes were wide open now. Soon, a bright light breifly filled the room and she moved away from the window. He sat up and rubbed his face. Chills crept up his spine. He snuck into his living room and peered out the window. Nothing. He went into his kitchen and checked his surroundings. Nothing. He checked his front and back doors. Both locked. 

He lied down on the couch and stared at the ceiling. Being an assistant teacher, he was supposed to report abnormalities to Aizawa, unless it was related to the League. Then, he had to go straight to All Might or the head master. He sighed again. He picked up his phone and checked the time. 

5:12

He texted Aizawa. 

Hey so I've been having some weird experiences with a student. If I could talk to you sooner rather than later, it would be appreciated. 

He hesitated before sending it. He sent it and slammed his phone back on the table. 

In the morning, he saw Aizawa had responded. 

Yeah, of course. You can talk to me before class.

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"Morning, Mr. Alastor." Aizawa said. Jackson nodded and smiled. Aizawa waited until alll students were in the classroom and nobody walked past outside. "I need to talk to Mr. Alastor, behave yourselves." 

Jackson closed the door behind him. He leaned on the wall, Aizawa stood infront of him. "You look tired. What's wrong" He said. Jackson rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the floor. "There's... there's this student. Says her names Agoth Miiko. She came up to me during the festival and said something about 'I know you're thinking about him.' then she went to her friends and was talking about... I can't believe I'm saying this... she started talking about how hot I was." He ran his hand through his hair. 

"Then I think she followed me home I think because I was sitting outside and she came out of the woods and started talking to me. I think she..." His voice cracked. "I think she tried to break into my house, Aizawa." He looked up. Aizawas tired face was full of concern. "You said her name was Agoth Miiko?" He asked. Jackson nodded. "Describe her."

And he did. Aizawa told him to go back into the classroom while he went to the classroom.

Once his class finally ended and all the students left, he heard a knock on the door. He pulled it open and it hit the door frame hard. No one was there. He looked down. A small notebook. He opened it on the podium. Pictures at times he didn't wish to be photographed. Compliments and love declarations. The picture she took last night. He only flipped through a few more pages before closing both the book and his eyes. His mouth was covered with his hand. 

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He decided to rip out all of the questionable pictures and only left those that weren't embarassing yet still incriminating. He jumped when the door slammed against the door frame again. His quirk was triggered but he restrained when he saw Aizawa in the doorway, out of breath. 

"All Might wants you. Now."