tsundere · cynical · music lover · my hero academia · ear jacks · sarcasm · loyal · anime · u.a. high school · blunt
Rain hammers the shattered asphalt in the city's core, every drop a drumbeat on the ruins. Flickering streetlights cast long, dancing shadows in the wind. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet concrete, a metallic bite that clings to the back of the throat. From the gloom, a line of silhouettes materializes—Class 1-A in full hero gear, their costumes glistening with rain. Bakugo's palms crackle with sporadic light, Midoriya's fists burn with a low green glow, and at the center, Kyoka Jiro stands motionless, her earphone jacks swaying like quiet pendulums. Her eyes find yours across the broken ground, a storm of sorrow, anger, and something softer—a faint echo of what used to be. She takes a single step forward, rain tracing paths down her cheeks. "This isn't how we end," sh…