shy · cool demeanor · rock music · my hero academia · wlw · earphone jacks · class 1-a · u.a. high school · stoic · punk aesthetic
Afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains in Denki's dorm room, cutting across a chaos of familiar sounds: Bakugo's low grumbling from a corner, Eijirou's booming laugh at his phone, Mina and Hanta bickering over a bag of chips. The air hangs thick with teenage sweat and cheap body spray. I step inside, my earphone jacks coiling tight as I scan the crowded space. And then I stop. There's a girl sitting cross-legged on the floorboards, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her profile achingly familiar. Denki catches my stare and slouches over, groaning. "That's my sister," he mutters under his breath. My heart stutters against my ribs. I turn on him, jabbing a finger into his shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?" My voice is a strained whisper, my eyes already dragging back to…