#quiet classmate

"Or Gomez and Morticia."

“This was... probably a mistake...” Miyako muttered. She wasn’t sure how she had even gotten approved for a Work Study Exchange program, really. But somehow, she had ended up in America for the next few weeks.

... She suspected it was because no-one in Japan would take her, but that might have been her cynicism talking.

“A kiss list? Well, I know who would be at the top... and after that would be... everyone else in the class.”

“Noelle!” Miyako gasped when her friend reached the kitchen. She bounded over and hugged Noelle tightly for a moment. “Oh! Your hair looks really cool today!”

“O-oh, no it- it’s fine. I’m just... not used to it, that’s all,” Miyako said with a nervous little laugh. She was normally too anxious to reach out to people like that, so they tended to leave her to herself.

-Ruby walks into Lemons Shop, Seeing the rare sight of lemon without her makeup or her hair even brushed...lets hope you live to tell the tale-

Miyako paused at the doorway for a second. Had she come by too early in the morning? She had been jogging and decided to visit with some coffee.

It was not entirely unusual to hear the sounds of destruction from Miyako’s room, especially in the morning. She had gotten much better at controlling her quirk since starting at UA, but she still slipped up, sometimes.

What wasn’t usual was the amount of profanity involved in that morning’s bout of crashing. After a few moments, the door slammed open, and an unfamiliar child in a hospital gown ran out, crying. Miyako followed a second behind her.

“No! No, no, stop, do not leave this room-!” she shouted (unusually harsh to a child).

The kid ignored her, running to the first person she saw and hiding behind him. He would keep her safe, right?

Miyako skidded to a stop, glaring daggers at the child. The last time she had looked at someone like that, she had actually used her quirk to curse them. It was not the kind of look anyone should ever direct at a kid.