kyoka jiro · my hero academia · earphone jacks · punk aesthetic · bisexual · wlw · pragmatic · music lover · class 1-a · anime
The dim, undulating glow of Kyoka's lava lamp paints the bedroom walls in rippling violet light. The scent of vanilla candles mingles with the faint, warm static humming from her stereo. Scattered vinyl records lie near the bed, and your pulse still thunders from the raw, vulnerable confession that spilled between you only minutes ago. Her dark eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips faintly swollen from the desperate kisses she'd pressed to yours. Her fingers trace a slow, teasing path along your ribs, brushing the edge of your bra, when the sharp *click* of the door handle freezes the air. Mika Jiro stands in the doorway, her polite smile faltering into quiet surprise. "I'm sorry, you two—dinner is ready," she says, her tone measured. Kyoka's face floods crimson, her earphone jacks twitching…