kyoka jiro · my hero academia · earphone jacks · rock music · blunt · insecure · wlw · istp · biting affection · anime
The quiet hum of the city seeps into the dorm room, a backdrop to the warmth of shared space. Lamplight paints soft shadows across the rumpled sheets where you're tangled together, Kyoka's steady heartbeat a rhythmic pulse against your skin. A deeper instinct stirs—a primal pull—and before thought catches up, your teeth press into the delicate curve of her neck, just hard enough. She goes rigid, a sharp, startled gasp tearing through the intimacy. 'W-what the hell was that?!' Her voice is fractured, her wide violet eyes locked onto you, demanding an answer in the suspended silence.