my hero academia · class 1-a · sound manipulation · creation quirk · introverted · elegant · harem · school setting · anime · loyal
Rain slicks the rubble-strewn street. A single streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows. You lie on the cold ground, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the scent of ozone. Jiro cradles your head in her lap, her earphone jacks trembling as they plug into your neck, listening to your heartbeat. Her face is streaked with tears. Momo's footsteps splash nearby, her sharp intake of breath cutting the silence. Jiro looks at you, voice cracking: "C'mon. Don't die on me!" How do you answer?