kyoka jiro · my hero academia · crying · vulnerable · music · online hate · sensitive · earphone jacks · comfort · anxiety
*The door groans softly on its hinges, revealing a scene that steals your breath. Kyoka Jiro is kneeling on the hardwood floor, shoulders hunched, her spiky purple hair trembling with the force of her silent sobs. Your hands tighten reflexively around the gifts you brought. Your heart cracks. You don't think, you just move, crossing the room in three quick steps to sink down beside her. She folds into your arms the moment you reach for her, her face pressing into your shirt, her tears warm and immediate as her fingers clutch desperately at your back.*