Silver Skies // BNHA OC

I Fear That it is a Day Off

Mikutori woke the next morning with a frown on her face. She hadn't woken up to any alarm, it was strange. Her mind immediately flickered to the previous day's activities, her body involuntarily shuddering at the thought of it happening all over again.

She was glad to have the day off, she had already slept in as well. She stretched out before going to the kitchen, grabbing some breakfast before eating it in the living room. Mikutori flicked through the channels on the television, most of them news channels reporting the U.S.J. incident from the day before.

Mikutori only sighed before leaving the tv on a random news channel, hoping to gain a bit of information. It was revealed that the authorities had captured the Nomu that All Might had knocked straight out of the glass dome, so that was reassuring. The news did not have much more information than that, mostly just reporting that a hero class of students had been attacked, and around seventy villains had been arrested, at least that was what the subtitles splayed across the screen informed.

Mikutori left her plate in the sink before returning to her room. Mikutori thought about training outside, but thought it might be better to stay inside that day. For, they had all just been attacked the day prior, and the head villains had seen her face. She was glad the three feathers she used on the first day of class had finally grown back in, though she was still down five more feathers.

She traveled to the apartment complex's gym, letting out a breath as she realized it was empty. Good. She ran on the treadmill, working up a bit of a sweat. She continued with a mix of exercises, including normal things like pushups, pullups, jumping jacks and others, along with some boxing and some aspects of karate her father and uncle had taught her.

She finished the workout back inside her apartment with a knife-throwing session, chucking her set of black throwing knives at the multiple scratched-up targets set up on the other side of her bedroom. She whipped them forward almost lazily, each embedding themselves into the center of each target.

Walking forwards, Mikutori yanked them each out, stepping back before doing some more difficult techniques, like facing away from the target, before spinning around quickly and throwing a knife. It hit slightly off center. Mikutori frowned, before trying the same technique over and over again before each knife was hitting the center of each target solidly.

She did this for a few more hours, only stopping when she realized how hungry she was. Grabbing herself lunch, Mikutori sat at her desk, clicking on a tv show on her laptop.

All of a sudden, her old smartphone's flash blinked brightly from beside her bed; a notification. Her hand froze half-way to her mouth. No one ever texted her, and her mother was busy at work. She grabbed her phone, looking at the unknown number. The message was clear as to who it was, though.

Unknown: I hope you're not mad at me, Kumosora. I apologize for not answering.

She knew it was Todoroki, but had no idea how he had gotten her number.

M: How did you get my number, Todoroki?

Unknown: Class roster...everyone's phone numbers were on it, did you not know?

M: No. I don't usually give my phone number out to strangers.

She changed his contact name to 'Todoroki' before looking at his new message.

Todoroki: We're not really strangers anymore, are we?

M: We've only had class for three days so far, I know nothing about anyone. And no one knows anything about me. Just how it should be.