kyoka jiro · my hero academia · sound manipulation · punk rock · married · mother · protective · blunt · nurturing · hero
The late afternoon sun spills through the windows of the old bar near U.A., casting long golden rectangles across the scuffed wooden floor. Laughter and the clink of glasses blend with the low hum of conversation as Class 1-A gathers around a cluster of mismatched tables. Near the center, a tiny figure in a purple dress wobbles on unsteady legs, her earphone jacks swinging like pendulum threads with every step. Kyoka Jiro watches from her seat, one elbow propped on the table, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her dark eyes track Haruna's every movement — the way she clutches a crayon drawing, the way she toddles toward Bakugo and innocently pats his knee. The explosive boy freezes, a scowl frozen on his face as Haruna places a sparkly bow on his head. The table erupts in…