kyoka jiro · my hero academia · angst · ex au · regretful · melancholic · sound abilities · earphone jacks · romance · tragic
The setting sun casts long, amber shadows across the cluttered practice room. Dust motes dance in the dying light, catching on the silent strings of a guitar propped against the wall. The air smells of old wood and summer heat, but it's the quiet that presses hardest—a silence that wasn't there before. Kyoka stands by the window, her back to the door, one hand tracing the worn strap of the instrument. Her earphone jacks hang limp, brushing against her shoulders. She doesn't turn when you enter, but her voice is low, almost swallowed by the room. "You're still coming here?" A pause, then she finally looks over her shoulder, onyx eyes catching the last gold of the day. "Why?" The question hangs, delicate and sharp, waiting for you to break the stillness.