Silver Skies // BNHA OC

I Fear That it is Time to Race

The searing pain in her back didn't stop her from looking, her father so close but seeming so far away. She couldn't look away even when pure agony covered his face.

No! Daddy!

Mikutori woke to her vibrating alarm, quickly stretching out before ruffling her feathers. She pulled on her uniform, mindful of her bandaged hand. She had worked on the piano over her last few days of at-home resting, and she wasn't surprised when she was complete garbage at it with the current state of her hand. She pulled on her converse before slipping her sunglasses on top of her head before rushing downstairs to grab some fruit for breakfast.

"Bye Miku!" Sakura called after her, still sitting at the table, enjoying her morning coffee. She must not have had an extremely early surgery that morning. She yelled out a 'Bye!' before running through the door, pulling it closed behind her making her way down the apartment stairs, starting the short trek to school, sunglasses over her eyes.

She enjoyed the fresh air the morning provided, glad to be back in the normal routine of classes. While interning was educational, she only had about three days of actual internship before staying at home for the rest of the week. While resting and stretching her fingers by playing piano was relaxing, Mikutori was not one to laze around when learning or training could be done.

She refocused when she was suddenly on the walkway headed up to the front of the building, hands by her side as she glanced around, eyes hidden by her sunglasses. She was surprised when she walked through her classroom door, Kirishima and Sero laughing at a smooth-haired Bakugo for his seemingly-new hairstyle. Mikutori couldn't help but snort lightly at it. The ash-blonde quickly exploded, his hair popping back to its original unruly, spiky mess. Mikutori rolled her eyes behind him, shoving past his shoulder to walk to her seat.

"Who do you think you are, feather-head?!" Bakugo yelled, stomping after her as she sat down on her chair. She looked up at him, propping her legs on her desk before pulling her sunglasses up to sit atop her head.

"Well, I'm Mikutori Kumosora, unless you didn't already know, explosion-boy," she said nonchalantly, her arms crossed over her chest, bandaged one placed gently. Bakugo let out an angry noise, small explosions going off in his hands. She rolled her eyes at him before turning to the front of the classroom, ignoring the angry yelling coming from the blond gremlin.

The class started talking about their internships, and the conversation quickly turned onto Iida, Todoroki, Midoriya, and Mikutori herself who were all present during the Hero Killer and Nomu attack. Mikutori looked down at her hand, lips pursing as her classmates spoke about the fight they were in, obviously none knowing that it was the four of them who fought the villain, not that bastard Endeavor.

Kaminari mentioned something about a video about Stain, mentioning that the villain was tenacious... and even a bit cool. Mikutori scoffed loudly at this, leaning back further into her chair.

"Kaminari!" Midoriya was quick to call him out, and Kaminari shoved a hand over his own mouth. Everyone knew the Hero Killer had badly injured Iida's brother, so it would make sense why the topic was iffy to begin with.

Iida quickly changed his tone of voice, the old, strict Iida coming to the surface. Mikutori rolled her eyes before glancing at Todoroki, who was looking at her. They stared curiously into each other's eyes for a few moments before Mikutori huffed under her breath, turning back to the board. The tips of her ears turned a bit pink, and she had no idea why the boy next to her made her face feel a bit warm.

The day went by quickly, Mikutori focusing as much as she could during class, and soon enough they were in hero class, standing outside a training ground on campus, All Might standing proudly in front of them. Mikutori had her hands deep in her pockets, frowning as she could feel the ever-present stares on her back. There was nothing new to look at, everyone just loved looking at the same old reddish, branching scar every time it was on display.