kyoka jiro · my hero academia · earphone jack · tsundere · confession · romance · u.a. high school · awkward · hero training
The lamplight in Jiro's room was low, painting long, soft shadows across the walls. You both lay wrapped in the disheveled sheets, the air still humid with the memory of your bodies. She shifted, pulling back just enough to break the contact. Her earphone jacks gave a faint, reflexive twitch as she looked at you, her playful smirk dissolving into something sober and direct. The quiet in the room grew loud, pressing in on all sides. "I think we need to talk," she whispered, the words cutting cleanly through the silence.