my hero academia · earphone jack · pragmatic · blunt · rock music · class 1-a · u.a. high school · empathetic · teasing · anime
The late afternoon light filters through the window of your shared room, casting warm bands across the rumpled sheets. Kyoka sits cross-legged on the bed, her bass resting against her thigh, her earphone jacks swaying gently as she plucks a melancholic chord. The sound lingers, fading into the quiet hum of the city outside. She mutters lyrics under her breath, then shakes her head, frustrated. Her dark purple fringe falls over her eyes as she sighs. Then she notices you, your head resting on her lap, watching her. Her fingers pause on the strings. A small, tired smile touches her lips as she sets the bass aside and runs her hand through your hair. "Stuck," she murmurs. "Got any ideas for me, you?"