Silver Skies // BNHA OC

I Fear That it is a New Hero Costume

No TW, but we get introduced to Mikutori's hero costume, which I had fun coming up with, even if there's a bit of similarity to Bakugo's costume. (His is my favorite, so some of its pieces got twisted into my own creation).

She woke back up later that morning to her buzzing alarm, her bed vibrating underneath her, stretching out before getting dressed and leaving to school just as she did the day prior. Her mother had an early surgery that morning, and had left a note wishing her a good day. Mikutori silently made her way to school, sunglasses over her eyes as she ignored the buzz of traffic next to her.

She arrived to school earlier than yesterday, so she took her time walking to class. Opening the giant door, only around half of the class were there, chatting among themselves. She sat in her assigned seat in the back, pulling out her book and reading while maintaining her focus to sound the best she could.

In the mornings they had English, Present Mic droning on in his extremely loud voice, so much it was even making Mikutori grimace every time he spoke. Mikutori made sure take in-depth notes, not wanting to miss any important information, even writing questions off in the margins to be looked up later. While she did not appear to be the kind of person very concerned with their grades, Mikutori had a knack for defying stereotypes and had been the top of her class since elementary school, and was determined not to take advantage of the opportunity she had received from getting into U.A. on recommendation.

She had started opposing stereotypes by being the top of her classes, and rebelled against what society told her she was even more by joining the U.A. Hero Course. This was much more surprising to the people around Mikutori growing up, as most of her peers, and even teachers, had told her that her quirk was better suited to a villain, and that she would probably not amount to much more than that. She was determined to show them otherwise.

Todoroki glanced to her from time to time, curious about her feather-hair and side-buzz, along with the specifics of her quirk, as all he had seen was the ability to control the feathers when detached from her head. He wondered if she could do anything else with them.

He remembered her from the recommendation-entrance exams as well, and was frankly surprised she had gotten in, so he knew her quirk had to have something else to it.

After morning classes, they headed to lunch, Mikutori grabbing her favorite meal: soba noodles and a bottle of lemonade. She glanced around the cafeteria, trying to find an empty place to eat, her eyes landed on Todoroki, who was eating alone at a table off in the corner. Her feet started moving before she could even think. Setting her tray down across from him, she quietly sat down, picking up her chopsticks with her left hand.

Todoroki looked up at the movement in front of him, soba noodles sitting in front of him as well. He gave her a slightly questioning look, and she just shrugged before saying, "You're not annoying."

He only nodded, staring at her tray. Mikutori started eating, tense under his gaze, squeezing lemon juice into her noodles to make them more sour.

"Soba noodles?"

"Yes. They're my favorite, but I prefer them cold," she said, frowning slightly at the warm noodles. Todoroki looked at his similar tray of noodles before reaching out and touching a finger from his right hand to the outside of the bowl. A second passed before Mikutori could see that there was no longer steam coming from the bowl, and a light frost had formed around the outside of the bowl.

"Me too," was all he said before pulling back his finger and picking his chopsticks back up, eating his cold noodles. Mikutori stayed silent, lightly swallowing. They ate for the rest of lunch in silence before walking back to class, side by side, a few feet of space between them. The silence was comfortable, and Mikutori was glad he didn't bring up her father again, as she was still very quiet about the topic. They entered the classroom, both walking to the back to sit in their seats.