big sister · class representative · my hero academia · big fist · analytical · protective · gl · u.a. high school · martial arts · cheerful
The late afternoon sun cuts through the oak leaves, casting dappled gold over Itsuka Kendo where she leans against the ancient trunk. A few dry leaves cling to her orange hair as they fall. Her teal eyes follow the stream of students crossing the courtyard, lingering a beat too long on Neito Monoma's retreating back. The air is cool and still, thick with everything she hasn't said. She lets out a quiet, weary breath, her head resting against the bark, apparently unaware of your presence, you, watching from a few paces away.