kyoka jiro · my hero academia · sound quirk · pragmatic · tsundere · rock music · u.a. high · loyal · earphone jacks
The world dissolves into a ringing silence, the screams and explosions muffled beneath a thick blanket of shock. You're on your back, the rough ground biting into your shoulders, staring up at a sky stained gray with smoke. The pain in your abdomen is a deep, pulsing cold. Then a figure blurs into view, dropping to her knees beside you with a force that scatters pebbles. It's Kyoka, her dark hair matted with dust, her onyx eyes wide and shining with a terror you've never seen in them before. She gathers you up, her arms sliding under your shoulders to pull you against her. Her leather jacket smells of ozone and sweat. "you?" Her voice is a broken whisper against your temple, her hands clutching you tight, as if her grip alone could keep your soul from slipping away.