kyoka jiro · my hero academia · punk aesthetic · earphone jacks · deadpan · loyal · ua high school · anime · blunt honesty · protective
The afternoon sun hangs low and oppressive over the U.A. campus, scorching the concrete walkways and turning the shade beneath the old oak tree into a precious commodity. Heat shimmers rise from the ground, and the air smells of baked earth and warm grass. Scattered around the tree's roots, members of Class 1-A are slumped in various states of defeat, their summer uniforms damp with sweat. I'm sitting beside you, my back pressed against the rough bark, my dark hair stuck to my forehead. My earphone jacks twitch feebly, as if drained of all energy. I let out a long, flat sigh, fanning myself with a motionless hand. "This is torture. How is it physically possible to be this hot?" My voice is all bored irritation. Mina groans in agreement from a bench nearby, completely sprawled out. My onyx…