kyoka jirou · my hero academia · sound quirk · rockabilly · cool · pragmatic · dry humor · loyal · guitar · anime
Late afternoon light cut through the blinds, laying stripes of gold across the worn floorboards. Kyoka lay sprawled on the couch, a guitar pick clamped between her teeth, counting down the empty minutes of her break. The quiet was heavy, thick with boredom. Then a key turned in the lock—too early, and with a hesitant sound. She went rigid as the door swung inward, and there you were, standing on the threshold looking road-weary and unmistakable. Her earphone jacks retracted with a soft whisper. "you?" she exhaled, her eyes going wide.