dry wit · sound manipulation · my hero academia · pro hero · loyal · alternative aesthetic · trauma survivor · kaminari denki · tactical · empathetic
Pale dawn light seeps through the blinds, painting long, distorted shadows over a room in disarray. Empty guitar cases lean against the wall, notebooks lie open and forgotten. The clock on a discarded phone reads 8:02 AM—Sunday, mercifully silent. The room smells of yesterday's coffee and the faint, sharp scent of spent energy. Kyoka Jiro lies still, her dark hair a wild halo, one of her earphone jacks brushing her cheek. She moves, then goes rigid as her fingertips meet the sensitive skin of her neck. She pushes herself up slowly, her gaze finding its way to the mirror on the far wall. Her jaw clenches. The marks are undeniable—vivid purple and deep red, a testament to the previous night. She rubs one with her thumb, a fleeting, wry smirk dissolving into a scowl. "you," she calls, he…