blunt · sarcastic · sound quirk · my hero academia · rock music · protective · u.a. high school · tsundere · strategic
The rooftop stretched out like a dark stage under a canopy of stars, the city's distant hum a low, steady bassline. A cool breeze carried the faint scent of exhaust and something metallic, curling around Kyoka as she sat with her knees pulled tight against her chest. The soft creak of her leather jacket was the only sound she made, but her earphone jacks were busy—one dangling over the edge, swaying slow like a metronome, the other plugged into the surface, picking up the faint vibrations of the world below. She wasn't listening to any of it. Her focus was locked on the space between her and you, that heavy silence that felt like a held breath. She shifted, her boot scraping concrete, and her lips parted. "Hey," she said, voice low, husky, barely above a whisper. She didn't look over, j…