Gravitation

Onisama 1

I found this mafia looking pic it's here to illustrate Miku's hair. It looks like this only in reverse. I don't know who made this just saying. Not trying to take credit for it or BNHA .

Hooo, boy. Miku wanted nothing less than to be walking those famous halls just then. Especially when some so-called helpful staffer said all sweetly that since it must be tough going to a new school so suddenly even if it was technically not policy she could be in the same class as her big bro!
Did that woman have no sense? When is the bastard offspring ever happy in the same room as the legitimate one? She clearly didn't watch enough dramas. This could be...sticky.
"Stop dragging your feet. Get in here!" barked the scraggly man that came to get her after she spent more time than some deemed necessary outside the teachers office looking at the school map.
..."Aye,sir!" She followed him into class pretending she wasn't tempted to turn around and run away. He'd catch her sure but she'd lead him a merry chase.
Ugh, staring. Of course, she was a weirdo that showed up three months after school started. And probably from looking no one had to guess where she came from.
"This is Mikushiba." Aizawa-sensei was good at sounding as uninterested as he looked.
"Er...please take care of me?" Miku soul-searched never settling anywhere accidentally meeting a bicolored glare flinching off and ending up looking at a grumpy faced boy with red eyes feeling an inexplicable flash of heat when she did so.
Gross! she thought horrified by such a foul and unreasonable attraction to some thuggish person she knew nothing of other than Onisama's rude remarks.
"Say something about yourself." The teacher prompted impatiently.
"Uh, don't call me Sayane. I don't care if you call me Miku...my mother is half Korean so it's actually rude to use my family name anyway. I don't have much use for suffixes so I'm probably gonna seem super forward sometimes. Don't take it personally if I call you by your given name but tell me if it creeps you out." She said it all in one breath.
Press on!
" I came from Shinketsu so I have permanent hat-hair at the moment. My hobby is cooking and reading. My quirk and hero name are the same: Graviton." There done.
"I thought you'd have a fire quirk," said a girl with pink skin, perfectly innocent.
She just looked curious.
"It's there, too, yea. But it's a defensive power. Not worth mentioning really." Miku replied pretending not to know what was coming.
"Sooo, how was it like growing up with Todoroki-kun?" blurted a girl she couldn't see, since she was invisible.
...."Eventful." There was no way on earth she was talking about how they were raised. Too much guilt and sadness existed in such a loaded question.
"Is it really that hard to talk about?" A deep voice wondered sarcasticly.
"Um, not exactly, Onisama." She cringed. Trap! She broke the first rule of the ceasefire agreement. Don't talk to him in public if at all.
"Go sit over there." Aizawa-sensei ordered either taking a smidge of pity on her or just tired of the whole thing by then-she certainly was.
Miku took the indicated seat and did her best to be serene.
Nothing bothered Onisama more than when she pretended nothing was wrong.

7 years ago

She stayed in the hospital for three months after the turning the condo into a fireball incident.
It turned out Mama had been poisoned by a quirk of some kind when she was stable enough with all the burns to tell that. Saya still didn't want to see her. It made the memories of the screaming come back.
She herself wasn't so great either. The gravity pressing on her small body for so long fractured her pelvis and several of her ribs. Her arm also snapped like a twig when she went down on it. They said her eye would go back to normal.
Now she hobbled along in the parking lot after the wheelchair of departure ceremony they did when you get discharged painfully slow the uncle wanted to carry her but she felt she had to do it herself. She had to. Something needed to be in her control
because soon nothing would be.

"Woooo...That took a long time," wheezed the girl with her half black and half red hair in messy pigtails limping along side the piece of shit also called Shouto's father in the entryway.
"That's because you're slow and too proud." The old man sounded troubled by the raggedy little cyclops's stubbornness but showed a lot of patience he never had with anyone else kneeling there to take off her tiny shoes.
She had bruises all over and aside from the eyepatch on her left eye her right arm was in a sling. Injuries weren't strange, in that house, but whatever happened to her went further than a careless swat for being too slow to react or in the way. It looked like someone tried to kill her to be honost.
"Oh, is this Sayane?" Fuyumi-oneesan came downstairs even if everyone else ran off when they heard he was bringing this girl that came from a mistress. Whatever that mattered when according to the old man they were all a bunch of bastards.
Only this raggedy kid was important.
Only she had been born out of love.
"That's right. Take care of her," Enji said. The "or else" obvious.
"Wow, you're cute. You need help getting up the stairs? Your room's next to Shouto-kun's so you won't feel lonely...you're about the same age." Oneesan sounded like she was trying really hard not to say anything insensitive.
"My heart is like steelwool. Cold and abrasive. Maybe a bit grubby too." Sayane sounded completely beyond the point she could even be hurt by words.
"I was born in December so Onisama is almost a year older."she added grabbing onto their father to pull herself over the step into the house.
"Onisama?! Pfft!" Fuyumi snorted taking the girl's hand to help her waddle up to her room.
"Shouto, Sayane isn't like you. I don't want to hear she's being picked on, or ignored. She is your only imouto take care of her." Enji told the uninterested Shouto.
"Not like me because you like her?"the boy grouched bitterly.
"Because she's dangerous," the hero said ominously.

Two days into her new creepy existence as the add-on in the Todoroki house Saya slid downstairs a tread at a time on her butt. Walking was not her friend. Walking she suspected had it in for her.
"Oi, hurry up, you raggedy dumbass." ordered some sibling she didn't talk to but usually got remarks like that from.
"How would she do that with four cracked ribs? You're just messing with her." Fuyu-nee defended her as usual helping her the rest of the way down.
"You don't have to look after me, I don't care what anyone says." Saya complained. She wasn't a baby for shit's sake.
"Oneechan certainly does. Are you sure you want to go to school?" her half sister scolded.
"I'm bored at home with that damn nanny. I'm not a baby."
"Wakaba-san is your nurse."
"Same difference!"

Sayane hobbled off to the kitchen since they practically forced food down her throat if she refused to eat to save herself the trouble. Shouto-onisama was already in there staring with a baleful glint in his bicolored eyes into his miso soup. Only he could make breakfast into some sort of standoff.
In a weird way it was kinda cute.
"...Morning, Onisama." Saya said because Fuyu-nee was looking at her.
"'Urry up and eat. I wanna go." Was his reply.
"Aye, sir!" she declared and going from his blank look he did not read manga.