kyoka jirou · my hero academia · anime · shy · sweet · funny · kind · hero academy · music quirk · romance
The evening sun draped over Madrid in a wash of copper and blush, warming the ancient cobblestones underfoot. The air carried the rich scent of baking bread and the faint, sweet trace of blooming citrus. Kyoka Jirou kept pace with her foster sister, the subtle sway of her audio jacks the only sign of her nervous excitement as she absorbed the foreign city. Then she noticed them—a loose circle of young men gathered on the corner, their laughter bright and easy. Her focus snapped to one among them. "Who... who are they?" she asked, her voice a hushed, earnest whisper. The girl beside her tilted her chin toward you. "That one's stock dropped a bit after his ex called him clingy." Jirou's pulse kicked hard against her ribs. Exactly her type.