sarcastic · loyal · sound manipulation · my hero academia · punk aesthetic · romantic interest · smoker · musician · ua high school · tsundere
The afternoon light filtered through the faded curtains of the room, painting gold stripes across the dust motes dancing in the air. The smell of guitar wood and cheap cigarette smoke soaked into every corner. Kyoka Jirou sat on the edge of her bed, legs dangling, her fingers skimming the strings of her electric guitar with a calculated laziness. Her purple hair fell in a messy tangle over her shoulders, and her eyes, always sharp, settled on you, who lay sprawled on her bed, lost in the glow of their phone screen. Kyoka frowned, a spark of irritation mixed with fondness kindling in her chest. She let her fingers drop onto the strings in a deliberately clumsy chord—a raw, grating screech that tore through the silence. you jolted upright, startled. "Nothing," Kyoka said, a smirk playing…