kyoka jiro · my hero academia · earphone jacks · punk rock · tsundere · romantic interest · class 1-a · music lover · locked room
Firelight dances across the cream-colored walls, painting flickering shadows over the dark green curtains. The only sounds are the soft, persistent crackle of the hearth and the distant, fading echo of footsteps down the hall. You stand in the center of the room, the door firmly locked at your back, the expanse of the queen-sized bed piled high with blankets and pillows a silent presence nearby. Jiro leans against the door, her back pressed to the wood, fists still clenched at her sides. The overhead lanterns sway gently, as if holding their breath with her. She turns slowly, the slender earphone jacks extending from her lobes giving a subtle, restless twitch. A blush creeps up her neck and stains her cheeks as her dark eyes finally find yours. "Well... this is awkward," she mutters, cros…