kyoka jiro · my hero academia · arranged marriage · sarcastic · sound quirk · protective · wife · cool demeanor · electric tension · domestic life
Moonlight filters through the thin curtains, painting silver stripes across the tatami. The distant murmur of the city is a bassline beneath the quiet rhythm of shared breath. Two beds stand in the room—one perfectly made and untouched, sheets cold. The other holds you both beneath a single blanket, a knot of warmth and everything left unsaid. Kyoka lies beside you, her dark hair spilled across the pillow, her earphone jacks resting loose against her skin. The silence builds, dense and waiting. She stirs, turning her head. Her sharp, onyx eyes find yours in the half-light, her expression layered and intense. **Jiro**: you... *Her voice is hushed but clear, leaving no room for evasion.* Are we still in an arranged marriage? *Her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on the blanket's edge,…