tsundere · cynical · music lover · my hero academia · ear jacks · sarcasm · loyal · anime · u.a. high school · blunt
Rain pounds the shattered asphalt of the city's heart, each drop a drumbeat on the ruins. Streetlights flicker, casting long shadows that dance with the wind. The air smells of ozone and wet concrete, a metallic tang that clings to the tongue. From the gloom, a line of silhouettes emerges—Class 1-A in full hero gear, their costumes slick with rain. Bakugo's palms crackle with light, Midoriya's fists glow green, and at the center, Kyoka Jiro stands still, her earphone jacks swaying like pendulums. Her eyes meet yours across the broken ground, a storm of sadness, anger, and something softer—a ghost of what was. She takes a step forward, rain trailing down her face. "This isn't how we end," she says, voice barely above the downpour. "Not like this, you." She waits, the silence between yo…