BACK TO THE BASICS
There's nothing more exhilarating than to start the day with a cup of coffee and something to look forward to.
Miyasaki was pumped. The principal personally asked to meet her in the office in regards to the 'good news' she announced to the faculty room and the entire student body. Even her other teachers were chirpier than usual, greeting her with the softest smiles and the loudest hellos - a far cry from the glares she received on the daily.
You could say that the girl couldn't contain her excitement.
Miyasaki opted to skip the first bell, feet running towards the office at record speed. She zoomed past the reception area whilst flicking a smile towards the secretary. It was not the first time she saw the old woman frown but today wasn't about to get ruined just because of her. The girl excused her presence, took the only seat in front of the table and started talking.
"You called for me, Dr. Principal?" The back of her revolving chair faced the student, an unsung tension growing with every tick of the clock. The blinds were up and blocking out any hint of sunlight that crossed the room. This was supposed to be the time where Miyasaki realized that the 'good news' may not be applicable to all people but screw it, right? It was a nice day and she was in a jolly mood...
Not until the principal turned to face her, a file folder in hand and a perpetual frown plastered on her face.
"I'm sorry but I won't be able to accept you in the institution anymore." The woman was blunt with her words but it sliced through Miyasaki's senses as if it was a knife thrown at her. She slid the folder towards the girl, slender hands gesturing for her to read them.
The student's grin faltered, eyebrows furrowed and face crinkled in disbelief. "What."
"I believe you're not deaf." Principal Tanaka was never rude by choice. It was only because this problem child in front of her tainted the institution's reputation which almost resulted in her medical license getting revoked. Kenshiro Miyasaki was a handful and her mischievous reputation truly precedes her.
"But ma'am-" The girl exclaimed, grabbing the file folder and flipping through the pages desperately. There were written notes and records of her hospital history, along with the medical observations of a few students who were somehow related to that one project she had. "This is the only school I know that can cater to my quirk." She stopped when she saw a list of violations, a small lump forming in her throat. Wow, Miyasaki really went there, huh?
As if to add salt to the wound, Principal Tanaka began calling out her major violations. "You failed three out of the three practical examinations, blew up our school laboratory," With every point she raised a finger. To think that each student was only entitled to one major violation and the girl already had four in her first year.
"It was an accident-" Miyasaki interrupted, only to be silenced by the woman's voice.
"and used one of your classmates as a test subject for your experiment, causing him to sleep for three days. Not to mention that you were carrying firearms in your bag." Principal Tanaka rummaged through her drawers, reaching for a small pistol that was recently confiscated by the security. They traced the owner and she was not really surprised when the dna test had perfectly matched the student.
Miyasaki found herself in a dead end. She started rambling out excuses, positively convinced that she didn't do any harm except for the part where she accidentally put her friend in a temporary coma. "It's actually a support weapon and regarding the bioengineering case, I have written consent for that. He signed the wavers so it wasn't entirely my fault." The girl shrugged as an awkward smile crossed her features.
The principal let out a long and dragging sigh. She took off her glasses, hands trying to soothe the incoming headache blossoming in her temples. This was a hopeless case. "Kenshiro Miyasaki, do you understand the gravity of our situation?"
Miyasaki nodded enthusiastically, raising a finger to further justify her point. "Ye-" She watched as the woman across her cocked a brow with a condescending expression. Was that some sort of mockery because it was definitely working. Her grin vanished as she realized her lack of her proper orientation. "No." The girl resigned.
Principal Tanaka rose from her seating position. She walked around aimlessly, circling the girl before settling in front of the table. "You did not only go against the institutional bylaws but also the code of conduct of quirk medical practice itself." She grabbed a ballpen and clicked on it, deliberating whether to spare the girl or not. "How do you plead?"
If this was not a grave situation, she would have laughed at her statement. "Well, I think saving people is the topmost priority and if my actions are for the better then the rules can... bend a little." Miyasaki was a mess of words though she did try her best to explain her ulterior motive, even if it was quite childish.
This caused the woman to gently palm her face as she shook her head in silent frustration. "Musutafu Medical Highschool does not train you to become a hero, Miyasaki." Tanaka went down to her level, icy blue eyes meeting violet ones. She placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, patting it firmly before talking. "We train you to become health care professionals which are separate entities than our usual chivalrous, passionate and suicidal counterparts."
"That's not much of a difference, right?"
The woman's expression turned solemn at the thought. "We can't save everybody but there must be no room for mistakes."
For the first time, Miyasaki's usual upbeat demeanor had mellowed down into one of restrained sadness. The feeling was something she hated yet there was nothing else that she could do about it. "So…"
The principal went back to her seat, signing necessary papers for her non-readmission form. "I do recommend that you start looking for another school because I can only keep you until you finish your work immersion and internship." It is true enough that there must be mercy and compassion in everything doctors do but there is also the law they must abide by. One can only take in so much before deciding for the best, even if it pains her to let go of another child's dream. "I already notified your father and you'll be expecting a call quite soon."
The girl bit the inside of her cheeks before ultimately standing up to take her leave. "That's reassuring." She's pretty sure she'll forget about this conversation later with her quirk usage. It's not like she wanted to be in this school anyway. Miyasaki was about to twist the doorknob when she heard the principal call after her. The girl turned to look but didn't really bother to put all of her energy into it.
"Miyasaki, you're a good kid but you have to realize that not every quirk user is cut to become a hero." There was some sort of guilt laced between her words. She doesn't have to feel sorry for her, she knew all along that her quirk wasn't that strong to qualify for hero services.
Miyasaki nodded. "I understand. Thank you." She closed the door and went on her way, ignoring the mocking glare the office secretary gave her.
Soon enough, the girl found herself stuck in gym class with the least expected person she could be with. She wanted to skip school for the rest of day but Miyasaki had used up all her passes and the best she could do was to avoid getting sanctioned again.
"So you're finally leaving." Her fists itched to punch him on the spot. She constantly reminded herself that this boy was her only friend and hurting him would cause a social crisis, but Reo always had this awfully annoying ego that rubbed at her in the wrong way.
Miyasaki started to furiously stretch in front of him. "Shut your sorry ass." She bent down into a perfect side split, hands outstretched and reaching for her toes. "If you haven't been out of school for a week instead of three days then I wouldn't be in trouble." There was venom in her words but her friend was already used to that. The girl usually came off as witty rather than rude but maybe it was depending on who she was talking to.
Reo rolled his eyes. She was clearly showing off her flexibility once again. "Dude, I was admitted to a hospital because of your little project." He grabbed both of her shoulders and pushed them down, aiding her stretch. A grin then worked its way towards his lips at the thought. "Speaking of which, I got accepted into Musutafu Public Hospital for an internship. How about you?"
And there he was, the arrogant side that Miyasaki hated. "Hero Public Safety Commission" She said with disinterest and as soon as she saw the confused expression her partner wore, the girl started explaining. "The one that facilitates the provisional license stuff? Well, there's ten failed students up for supplementary classes and I have to monitor them."
"Sounds boring." The boy stuck his tongue out and began to yawn to further spite her.
"You got that right." The girl proceeded to another round of stretching just before the exhibition partners were announced. They called it sparring - sparring her ass. They weren't even allowed to inflict injuries or hurt their opponents which defeats the purpose of it. "I hope someone breaks a neck or some shit like that, just to make my stay a little more exciting."
After that, a scream startled the whole class. All eyes darted to look at their gym teacher who was pointing at no other than the mischievous girl herself.
"Kenshiro!" He shouted. The student in question pointed at herself in instinct, mouthing a bored "okay" at the man. "Come to the front."
"Miya." Reo stopped her mid-approach, a low and grutteral whisper leaving his lips. No one in the class seemed to know that his friend was doing combat classes and the occasional gym, evident on her posture and her defensive stance. "You best not be doing anything stupid."
Miyasaki could only shrug. "Can't assure that though."
She didn't know if the proctor was underestimating her or if he was doing this to spite her for her lack of muscle. The girl was up against the scrawny little rich girl that always gets an A in all her subjects and is so full of herself - yep, that kind of stereotype. This privileged brat might as well think she's good at sparring just because she learned the basics.
Well, she's up for a ride then.
Both of the students entered the gym mat, Miyasaki bowing before proceeding to stand in front of her opponent. Rich kid had the audacity to set up an offensive stance, switching her weight from left to right in a continuous rhythm. What was this? Kick-boxing?
Just to make things worse, she started to talk. "Well, if it isn't Little Miss Failure. How's your practical exams going?"
Miyasaki would have said a better comeback but she was at her wit's end and the taunting made her feel worse. "Look, I'm leaving this school quite soon and I'll really appreciate it if you stop being an asshole." She cracked her knuckles and stretched her neck before pointing at her classmates. "Makes you less obnoxious for the little kids at the back."
The rich girl was caught off guard by the statement. She stuttered once, trying to level the game with her own words. "H-How about you stop being so dumb all the time!"
Weak. Miyasaki thought.
"Ouch, trust me, darling, I'm not really dumb." The girl went on the defensive position, planting her feet firmly against the ground as she raised her fists to protect herself. "That's just your inferiority complex talking." She mocked, a playful tone accompanying it. Miyasaki was pretty sure that hit a nerve.
"Why you little-"
"And fight!" The gym teacher announced.
Rich kid performed a series of forms, making it almost too predictable for the girl. A jab at the throat, a kick on the spine - Miyasaki dodged them all. Even when she was mixing up fighting stances, she can easily see through her next moves. Slow was one way to describe it, inexperienced was another. The young girl parried to the side, took a hold of the hitting arm and then tackled her down in a reverse tumble. The rich kid blinked as she realized that Miyasaki was laying on top of her, a smug grin plastered on her face. She inched closer, her lips almost touching her ear as she whispered a long forgotten insult - "Weak."
The kid went livid after that.
Maybe it was the rush of anger that made the girl not think at all. Miyasaki tried her hardest to get away from the unrestrained movement. Long nails pierced through her skin as the battle continued. She let out a short scream. By this point their gym teacher was supposed to break them free but Miyasaki figured that everybody wants to see her arrogant ass down and begging for mercy. Not in a million years would she bow to their wishes.
So by the time you are reading this, regret swelled inside of our protagonist as the next events unfolded in a daze. She ran towards the scrawny kid, went on one foot to accelerate her movement and swung the other mid-air in a high kick. Her feet had found its way on one side of her face and then brought her down by hooking it around her head.
The girl fell harder than Miyasaki planned to, hard enough that she was now lying unconscious on top of the gym mat.
The standing student hesitantly looked up, only to find judgemental stares directed her way. She raised her hands in defeat as if she was caught red handed in an act of murdering. "What! It's a Medical Highschool, someone can heal her."
The gym teacher clearly wasn't that happy with the fight. "Kenshiro to the principal office, now!"
Miyasaki tried to reason with him, to point out the supposed responsibility of stopping the fight and how he neglected it but all her words were lost in an explanation never heard by the public. "b-but I just got out there!"
From afar, Reo face palmed as he sighed beneath his fingers. "Way to go, Miya."
With all the drama stirring up, Miyasaki might not live to see her internship after all.
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