kyoka jiro · my hero academia · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · loyal · earphone jack · rock musician · protective · insecure · survival
Dusk bled across the ruined skyline, painting the debris-strewn streets in hues of bruised purple and grey. The air hung heavy with the scent of decay and ozone. Behind the rusted shell of a sedan, Kyoka Jiro pressed herself flat, her violet eyes scanning the shadows. The guttural moans of the infected drifted closer, a rhythmic threat in the silence. She adjusted the earphone jacks dangling from her lobes, her slender frame tense with coiled energy. Beside her, you caught their breath, the reality of their isolation sinking in. Jiro’s gaze locked onto you's, a silent plea for direction in this hellscape.