WOES OF A DELINQUENT
Students in Musutafu Medical High always wore their characteristic all-white uniform and for some stupid reason, Miyasaki soiled it again, a coffee stain lying just above where her stockings ended.
"Shit." The young girl cursed, grabbing a bundle of wet tissues to salvage whatever neatness her uniform had left. It's a good thing she was still at home though this was the only pair of clinicals the student prepared. Miyasaki wiggled the skirt off, threw it into the washing machine and sighed for the nth time that day. She checked the clock. 8:58 am.
It was the first day of her internship and she was already running late.
It's not like she wanted this. The girl stayed up all night to memorize the anatomy of the human body which she only remembered was needed for her immersion. She opted to have a run down while waiting for her skirt to tick off and dry. Her lips murmured a few terms then her phone rang consequently, cutting off her academic ramblings.
Miyasaki checked the caller ID. It must be night time where her father was situated. Her mouth pursed into a thin line before hitting accept. "Hey, Dad."
"Miya!" She had to put the device away as the loud voice filled in her ears. It was her father after all and he was a dramatic twat sometimes. The girl decided to put him on speakerphone whilst drying off her soiled skirt. "I heard from the principal and I'm so sorry. Is it because of the cramped apartment? You know we had to cut some expenses for your tuition and-"
Miyasaki zoned out. A cramped apartment was clearly an understatement. The place only had one bed that doubles over as her dining table and review area. There were no chairs, a dresser at the side and some clutter on the floor that was previously known as her experiments. It also had a small bathroom and a balcony at the back converted into her laundry area.
Well, they weren't rich so she couldn't afford a better one and who was she to complain, anyway?
The girl snapped out of her daze, a small sad smile adorning her lips. She just wished she didn't come off more of a burden with all the trouble the principal relayed. "No dad, it's fine. The school isn't doing much for my quirk either so I guess it's a win-win situation." Along with that, students were not allowed to work outside of the school. Miyasaki lived off with small favors from her neighbors. She was sometimes given money to relieve sickness but that was still not enough to shoulder her experiments and occasionally, her living expenses. "I was already planning to transfer to a public high school anyway."
"But Miya, your education-"
"I can still learn wherever I go." She said it as bluntly as possible to not arouse any feeling of guilt from her father. "I know you have a lot of things to do so don't worry about me. I'm doing great here." A blatant lie. She noticed how the atmosphere had turned solemn. Wet tears threatened to prickle her eyes but it was really uncharacteristic of her to cry, not after all she's been through.
"You can always tell us if you have problems."
"Which I don't have as of the moment." Miyasaki masked her disappointment in a singing voice sang too animatedly. She wondered if her bluff really worked on her father. "Mom needs the money for treatment more than I need it for myself. I can come by with anything I have."
No, she was clearly struggling but her dad didn't need to know that.
"What did I do to deserve you."
The girl soon realized that she was just making herself suffer because of that school fiasco. Miyasaki wasn't an arrogant asshole like everyone painted her to be. Well, maybe a little but it came with the frustration and the state of restlessness she had of not being able to help her own mother. She was desperate to improve her quirk even if it was too far from the healing spectrum. Reo knew of that and it was the very reason he volunteered to be her human guinea pig. "I love you, dad."
"I love you too, Miya." The girl was the first one to hang up. Closed fists beating her chest before letting out an exhausted sigh. Hopefully her brain will forget about this when her quirk usage ensues. She slipped on the already dried apparel, not bothering to iron it because it's bound to get creases anyway.
Just as she was finally fiddling with the keys to her apartment, a figure approached the young woman. Miyasaki was used to these kind of scenarios - neighbors asking for help in critical times. Well, money is money and who was she to deny it?
Akio limped towards her, the healthier of the old couple who lived just a few doors away from her too humble abode. Violet eyes scanned his newly repaired crutches and the vibrant smile the old man emulated from afar. He motioned for her to follow him, his supporting hand wiggling briefly before turning the corner.
The girl should have ignored his advances, it was already twenty minutes past nine and she was about to receive the scolding of a lifetime. Her mind debated whether she would use her spare time or scram like she usually did with her ruder clientele. Miyasaki furrowed her brows. She knew that they were already old and time had become more of a burden than a luxury. Besides, they were the only neighbors who actually cared about her well-being. The student ran after the familiar figure towards their complex. She was greeted with an old woman hunched over in pain and a worried Akio who tried his hardest not to show it.
"Miya my child, do you have the time?" He asked politely, an option given out whether to execute or not. The young girl bit her inner cheek. There was just something in his eyes that told her that his wife really needed her and he was just too kind to not pry.
"Ah-" She was reluctant at first. First day in her internship and she already set a fine example of what not to be. However, she was already marked late and she'll get scolded anyway, might as well take her time then. "Yeah, yeah I do." Miyasaki stepped in and knelt infront of the bed. Unlike her apartment, this was far more spacious and well-structured though still a little cramped for two people as well.
Fuck poverty - what a disease.
She placed two fingers on the problem area, a slight swelling starting from the ankle and stretching far from the joint of the big toe. The girl wouldn't call her quirk x-ray vision in the slightest, she just had a wider understanding of how the cells in the body worked. Miyasaki nudged her digits, applying pressure to whatever cause of the pain. "It's the usual gouty arthritis" She reassured, allowing the inflammation to die down at her command.
The girl always thought that her power was a weaker form of healing and her teachers were positively convinced that it was exactly that.
She gave the ankle a few taps, the redness already gone and the joints more visible from her inside view. "How do you feel?"
"Oh my child, thank you so much." It was the first time she heard the old woman talk. She was usually hunched over in an area, too tired to even bat an eyelash at the girl. Bony fingers went to grab a small pouch from her side pocket. It came with a loud clatter, the woman holding out her hand and emptying its contents in front of the kid. About roughly 2,000 yen in 100 yen coins. "Take this."
Well, they say only crooks steal money from the poor.
Miyasaki bit her lip. It was a tempting offer though it was one that brought greater guilt than pleasure."No, it's fine." She wrapped her hands around the palm of the lady, ensuring that the coins would not spill from her shaky hold. "You should use it for your medicine this month, I heard the doctor prescribed branded ones and that shit is expensive." Language, she thought. The girl slapped her mouth. "Ah, sorry."
The woman smiled before letting out a toothless grin. "A little cussing never killed anybody." Oh, she liked this old lady.
Miyasaki stood up, gesturing at the man who sat at the opposite side of the table. "Well, I'll be on my way now, just call me when you need me."
"Miya." The girl looked back momentarily, her white heels slightly angled up. She raised a brow at the couple, urging the voice to continue. "You'll make a great doctor someday."
The words came to her empty, as if it was not something she was working for.
"Thanks." She managed to spit out.
The train ride to the center was short and uneventful, mostly like any other train ride except for the fact that the young lady was being scolded over the phone. There were countless errors she did today and she didn't need it to be pointed out to her one by one. Miyasaki placed her phone on the seat, not even bothering to put it on speaker, and then muting her side of the call. Long slender fingers tried to wipe the exhaustion out of her face but to no avail.
From the other side of the ride, there was this young middle schooler who had a cast around his arm. He was staring at her rather oddly, like she was some kind of corpse brought back from the dead. The girl raised a too neat eyebrow at the kid who visibly squirmed in his seat at the action.
Let's fuck with him.
A playful smile crossed her features. She regarded him with interest, looking at his physique with maniacal intent. "Hey, I can heal your arm for three thousand yen." It was a dark whisper against the noise of the train ride, almost like she was trying to trade him drugs.
The boy squeaked and got up, feet moving to the back in a hurry. Miyasaki could only shrug. "Suit yourself. Missed the opportunity, bud." The train halted and she got off, a small smile playing on her lips. Wow, scaring kids really is an instant mood lifter.
She stared at the towering stadium where the provisional licensing exam was held. It prompted a feeling of longing, some kind of misunderstood passion bubbling in her chest. The girl wondered when she would ever get the chance to take it, if the school permits her. Well, she's gone the next semester so might as well ask the next unfortunate institution that forbidden question. As Miyasaki was admiring the view, completely forgetting that she was late, a sudden brutal force caught her off guard. Her head snapped to the direction of the impact, violet eyes shooting daggers at the source.
At the end of her sight was a kid from UA High. "What the fuck are you doing." His hair was a messy platinum blonde, teeth out and he naturally radiated an angered aura. His uniform was unbuttoned and his pants were so low that Miyasaki debated whether to pull it up. If that didn't scream 'asshole', the she didn't know what did. The boy glowered down at her. "Move, extra."
The young lady knew better than to be pushed around. Her mama didn't raise a loser. "Excuse me?" She sassed back, batting her eyelashes and scrunching her nose. Her heels were planted firmly on the ground as a hand held the door handle. Being stubborn was one of her more prominent personality traits.
He cocked an annoyed brow. "Did I fucking stutter?" The kid had a natural growl to his voice. It kind of hurt Miyasaki's ears but everything about him pained all her damn senses. Except for his smell, he oddly smelled like burnt caramel but that's not the point. He sounded like he screams all the time which she's about to find out that it was kind of true. "I said move."
A deep voice decided to chime in, unlike his noisy counterpart, this kid was calm and collected with a smooth tone to back it up. "Bakugou-"
Miyasaki pulled the door wide open in an instant just to spite "Bakugou". He clicked his tongue before sending another glare at the way the girl bowed as if he was a guest. "Well, you can just ask nicely." She let the two pass, lidded eyes filled with some sick joke she was about to tell. Just as the blonde kid entered, Miyasaki whispered her well thought insult. "You whiny bitch."
His head snapped to the side as quick arms went to pin her down the wall. It was something the girl least expected to happen, her eyes widening as Bakugou leaned in to teach her a lesson. "What the fuck did you say." He enunciated each word, dumbing it down to a pace where he was sure her snappy mouth couldn't keep up with.
By this point in time you would think, Miyasaki is certainly one for combat, right? She can handle a little fist fight. It's not like she chews more than she can swallow...
You're wrong.
The first thing that crossed her mind was disabling his quirk. The girl grabbed one of her 'bioweapons' in the pocket of her clinicals, a small needle filled to the brim with a modified blood sample. This caused the blonde to tighten his hold, catching the girl off guard thus activating her fight or flight responses.
Miyasaki plunged the needle at the back of his neck.
He screamed.
From that point on, everything started going downhill.
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