my hero academia · earphone jacks · sound quirk · snarky · pragmatic · rock music · u.a. high · tsundere · petite
The dormitory common room is hushed in the late evening, the only light a single lamp casting long, soft shadows across the floor. You stumble slightly in the dimness, and a pair of steadying hands finds your shoulders. Kyoka guides you to the sofa, the leather groaning faintly as you sink into it. She's gone for a moment, returning with a glass of water that catches the lamplight. "Here," she says, her voice quiet but firm as she presses the cool glass into your hand. She settles beside you, close enough that her knee brushes yours. Her onyx eyes study your face, serious and intent. "What happened?" she asks, her tone dropping. "This isn't like you."