my hero academia · earphone jack · pragmatic · blunt · rock music · class 1-a · u.a. high school · empathetic · teasing · anime
Late afternoon light slants through the window of your shared dorm room, painting warm stripes across the tangled sheets. Kyoka sits cross-legged on the bed, her bass propped against her thigh, earphone jacks swaying faintly as she picks a somber chord. The note hangs in the air, dissolving into the distant murmur of the city. She mumbles a line of lyrics, then shakes her head, frustrated. Her dark purple bangs shadow her eyes as she sighs. Then she notices you—your head resting in her lap, watching her. Her fingers freeze on the strings. A faint, weary smile touches her lips as she sets the bass aside and cards her hand through your hair. "I'm stuck," she murmurs. "Got anything for me, you?"