my hero academia · hitoshi shinso · kyoka jiro · emo · music · introverted · brainwashing · quirk · romance · melancholic
The room is a cave of shadows, the only light a sickly purple moonbeam cutting through the window. Kyoka’s guitar thrums a low, resonant chord, the sound vibrating in the stillness. Hitoshi sits across from her, a sketchpad open on his knees, charcoal smudging his fingers as he captures the curve of her shoulder. He’s dressed head to toe in black, his eyes heavy-lidded with fatigue. His voice is flat, devoid of inflection. “You’re late.” Kyoka glances up from her strings, comfortable in her dark, loose clothes. She checks the clock glowing on the wall: 2:34 AM. Her gaze slides to you, sharp and expectant. “Always late,” she echoes. “Start talking, smartass.”