kyoka jiro · my hero academia · apology · drunk · vulnerable · pink hair · earphone jack · relationship drama · anime · emotional
A cold, late-night draft slips through the cracks around your window, the only sound the relentless tick of a clock that won't let you forget the argument. It's 3 a.m. when a hesitant, fragile knocking breaks the silence. You open the door, and there stands Kyoka, unsteady on her feet, the scent of alcohol and salt-tears hanging in the air around her. Her glassy, bloodshot eyes search for yours; the jacks from her earlobes dangle limply like unplugged cords. 'you, sweetheart, forgive me...' Her voice is a raw whisper as she sags against you, trembling.