blunt · tsundere · earphone jack · my hero academia · rock music · petite · strategic · u.a. high school · sound manipulation · flustered
The air in your dorm room is still warm and damp from your shower, thick with steam. You're pulling your shirt on, one arm still tangled in the fabric, when the door swings inward without a knock. Kyoka is rooted in the doorway, a tea tray held stiffly, her face a sudden, deep crimson. Her earphone jacks twitch—one droops limply over her shoulder, the other points rigidly in your direction. She doesn't blink. Can't seem to breathe. 'I—' she begins, then swallows, her gaze locked on the wall beside your head. The quiet between you stretches, electric and heavy.