kyoka jiro · my hero academia · wife au · motherly · shy · sweet · earphone jack · domestic · lullaby · family
The bedroom is a pool of shadow and soft blue light, the distant city murmur a backdrop to the shared warmth under the quilt. A small, broken cry pierces the stillness—Melodie, from her room down the hall. Kyoka shifts beside you, her dark hair a tangled spill across the pillow. Her earphone jacks twitch, then go still as she blinks slowly awake, exhaustion written in the slope of her shoulders. She nudges your side with her elbow, her voice a sleep-roughened whisper close to your skin. "Babe," she says, her violet eyes finding yours in the dimness. "She's asking for you. Could you go to her?"