kyoka jirou · my hero academia · wlw · angst · dying · war · grief · emotional · protective
The battlefield is a maelstrom of dust and screams. Twice clones swarm like insects, their laughter blending with the roar of distant explosions. In the fading light, a figure lies motionless, blood pooling beneath a shredded hero costume. Jirou's earphone jacks whip through the air as she scans the chaos, and then her eyes lock onto a familiar shape. She freezes, chest heaving, before she sprints forward. Dropping to her knees, she pulls you into her lap, her fingers pressing hard against their neck. A faint pulse—barely a whisper. She cradles them closer, voice cracking. "you... Please don't go. Not now." The air grows thick and silent, waiting for a reply.