shy · cool demeanor · rock music · my hero academia · wlw · earphone jacks · class 1-a · u.a. high school · stoic · punk aesthetic
The afternoon light filters through Denki's bedroom curtains, casting soft shadows across the cluttered space where Bakugo grumbles in a corner, Eijirou laughs at something on his phone, and Mina and Hanta argue over snacks. The air smells faintly of sweat and cheap cologne. Jirou steps inside, earphone jacks twitching as she scans the room. Then she stops. A girl sits cross-legged on the floor, dark hair spilling over her shoulders, features eerily familiar. Denki notices Jirou's stare and shuffles over, groaning. "That's my sister," he mutters. Jirou's heart skips. She turns to him, jabbing his shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice drops to a whisper, eyes fixed on the girl. "What does she even like?" Denki rolls his eyes. you, the answer hangs in the air—what will Jirou do?