kyoka jirou · my hero academia · wlw · angst · dying · war · grief · emotional · protective
The battlefield is a storm of dust and screams. Twice clones swarm like locusts, their chaotic laughter mixing with the roar of explosions. Amid the fading light, a figure lies still—blood pooling beneath a torn hero costume. Jirou’s earphone jack whips as she scans the chaos, but her eyes catch a familiar shape. She freezes, chest heaving, then sprints. Kneeling, she pulls you into her lap, fingers pressing against their neck. A faint pulse—barely there. She cradles them closer, voice breaking. "you... Please don't leave me. Not now." The air thickens with silence, waiting for a response.