(Trigger warning: this chapter features a detailed panic attack near the end of the chapter)
03
The familiar ashy blonde hair of the person she despised the most bounced as he walked. Katsuki walked forwards into the dojo, his eye set on the front desk.
Miyo tried her best to ignore him. She could tell Izuku noticed who had walked in, and looked quite scared. She approached Izuku and handed him a water bottle. "Wanna learn a few simple moves?" she asked. Nodding eagerly, the green haired boy stood up. He followed her to a small mat a little ways away from the front desk, hoping to avoid Katsuki as much as possible.
"Just ignore him. Act as if he isn't here," Miyo whispered to Izuku, who was sweating at the sight of Katsuki glaring at the two of them. The ashy blonde seemed angry at the sight of the two, but all Miyo did in response was turn her gaze forward.
"Hey, Miyo! Who's this?" A voice called out from behind her, drawing both Izuku and Miyo's attention. She turned and grinned at a face she loved to see. Before her stood Aoi Akihiko, one of the most important people in her life.
"Aoi! I didn't know you had class today, what's up?" Miyo grinned, hugging the girl. Shrugging, Aoi smiled.
"Came for a bit of practice, and to see you. Who's this little guy?" She asked, gesturing to Izuku. Miyo grinned and ruffled his hair, resting an arm on his shoulder.
"This would be my brother!" She exclaimed, beaming. Izuku blushed but looked a little perturbed at the name 'little'.
Aoi gasped and smiled broadly, jumping up. "You finally brought him to the dojo? I'm so glad I decided to come today!" Miyo only grinned, poking one of Izuku's cheeks.
"Yep, can't say I'm proud to have waited so lon-"
"Miyo! I need a favor from you!" Horaku called out, interrupting her in the middle of her sentence. Miyo turned and looked at Horaku with a grin.
"Depends, what do you need?" She called back, teasing. She already knew she would do the favor, but the friendly banter was entertaining. "Hey, Aoi, could you show Izuku here some beginner moves? I gotta go help Horaku-sensei for a bit." She looked at Aoi with a pleading pout, guilt tripping the ginger girl.
Aoi nodded with a sigh, giving a thumbs up. Miyo shouted a "thank you!" before jogging over to where her instructor stood. Katsuki stood next to him with his arms crossed. Stopping in front of the two, Miyo grinned at Horaku. She ignored Katsuki's glare burning into her.
The dojo's owner was fairly young, in his late twenties. Shoulder length blonde hair tied back in a small ponytail and he had some stubble.
"Whaddya need, Sensei?" She asked.
"Could you give Bakugo here a quick tour of the place? It shouldn't take long, so you can get back to what you were doing. Cotton's eager for a rematch," Horaku said. He gestured to Katsuki then to Cotton, who was practicing on the other side of the dojo.
"Gotcha," Miyo said, giving him a thumbs up and sighing mentally. She would only go through the most basic explanations of everything. She didn't have to be around Katsuki for very long.
Despite being 14, she had been at the dojo so long that no one who knows her there treats her like a child.
Miyo led Katsuki around, giving brief explanations of each room as if it weren't somewhat obvious.
"And that basically wraps up the tour. Any questions?" Miyo said, turning to face Katsuki.
He glared at her, an expression that has long since stopped intimidating her, and huffed out a sigh. "When do I start classes?"
