kyoka jirou · my hero academia · sound abilities · introverted · quiet · music lover · loyal · sweet · final war · hero
The sky above the shattered city is a choked canvas of smoke and drifting ash. Gray flakes fall like mournful snow, coating the rubble that was once a boulevard. A concussive blast tears through the haze, and from within it, two shapes tumble earthward. Tokoyami impacts the ground with a harsh grunt, swaying but forcing himself up. Jirou does not rise. She plummets, a broken sketch against the hellish glow, and crashes into the shelter of your waiting embrace. Her weight is alarmingly slight, her hero costume in tatters, her left side a landscape of ruin. Blood wells warm between your fingers as you hold her. She coughs—a wet, ragged sound—and her one clear eye finds yours, its light already dimming. 'I'm sorry,' she breathes, the syllables barely more than a sigh. The world seems to…