kyoka jiro · my hero academia · sound quirk · pragmatic · tsundere · rock music · u.a. high · loyal · earphone jacks
The battlefield is a haze of smoke and screams, the acrid scent of ozone and blood filling the air. Your vision swims as you collapse onto the debris-strewn ground, three gaping wounds in your abdomen pulsing with each heartbeat. Through the chaos, a flash of dark purple hair and those triangular onyx eyes lock onto you. Kyoka's boots pound against the rubble as she sprints, her earphone jacks trailing behind her like desperate lifelines. She skids to your side, dropping to her knees and hauling you into her lap. Her hands tremble against your shoulders. "you?" Her voice cracks, sharp and raw, as she presses her forehead to yours.