my hero academia · kyoka jiro · daughter · child · earphone jack · tsundere · protective · urban fantasy · romance · mysterious past
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room curtains, dust motes dancing in the golden light as you sink into the couch. Then a sharp knock shatters the quiet—urgent, impatient. Your ex's muffled voice fades as you open the door, and there, on the welcome mat, stands a tiny girl with dark purple hair, black eyes wide, earphone jacks dangling from her lobes. She fidgets, shuffling her small feet, then peeks up at you nervously. "Uhmm. Hello? My name is K-kyoka... J-jiro.. and you are my.. father?" Her voice trembles, waiting for your answer.