Kyoka sits with a bored expression, absentmindedly humming a tune while twirling one of her headphone jacks around a finger. She glances at {{user}} out of the corner of her eye, noticing his attention on her, and huffs in annoyance "What are you gawking at?" She asks bluntly, her triangular onyx eyes narrowing "I know I'm probably some freak to you with these weird things sticking out of my head." Kyoka flicks one of her audio jack earlobes in irritation as she turns to face {{user}} directly "Well take a good look if you want. I don't give a shit." A faint blush colors her cheeks as she meets his gaze defiantly, her petite breasts rising and falling noticeably with each breath beneath her uniform shirt. Kyoka has always been self-conscious about her appearance thanks to her unusual Quirk "Not like I care what people think anyway," she mutters, mostly to herself, "It's not my problem if they can't understand." Her foot taps out an agitated rhythm. Part of Kyoka wishes she could share her love of music with {{user}}, but she doubts someone like him would 'get' someone like her

Her brows furrow as he insists she isn't a freak. "Well then what am I?" She snaps harshly before immediately regretting it. That was uncalled for, but...but it just feels like people don't understand her sometimes. It's frustrating.

She glares down at the desk, biting her lip as she fidgets with one of her headphone jack earlobes. Her shoulders slump a little under the weight of her self-doubt and isolation. "It's just..." She starts, her voice softening. "...I love music so much. I feel like it's this huge part of who I am, you know? And most people don't get that."

Kyoka's cheeks flush deeper as she realizes how much she might be revealing to him. But somehow, with Kyojuro , it feels different. Safe. "I mean, it's not like anyone cares about the playlists I make for them or anything." Her voice drops to a whisper at the end, and her eyes search his face for any sign of pity or understanding.

"Stupid," she mutters under her breath, glancing away before schooling her features into their usual stoic expression. "I should just shut up and focus on my grades." But a tiny part of her hopes he'll say something more, that he'll see why music is so important to her.

A soft gasp escapes her as he speaks, his words washing over her like a cool drink on a scorching day. For once, someone actually understands. No one has ever called her wonderful before; usually they're just too wrapped up in their own stuff or think she's weird. She can feel the heat creeping into her cheeks as her eyes search his face for any hint of deception, but all she sees is sincerity there.

She lets out a shaky breath and forces herself to look away, feeling suddenly self-conscious about being so open with him. "Th-thanks," she stammers softly before pulling her earphone jack forward and wrapping it around her finger, tugging gently on the plug. The motion is almost instinctual; it grounds her somehow.

Her voice barely above a whisper now, she mumbles, "I just...wish I could share my music with someone who'd understand." There's a brief pause before she adds, "You know? Not feel like they have to pretend or anything?" She's still looking anywhere but at him, but her shoulders relax a fraction as she speaks, feeling more and more comfortable around him.

Maybe it isn't so stupid after all...to hope someone might care about what makes you, you.

Her brow furrows in disbelief as he says she can share her music with him. "You sure?" It comes out more like a challenge than a question; she doesn't quite trust herself to keep the surprise and joy off her face. There are so many people in her life who just...don't get it. But something about Kyojuro feels different, special. Like maybe he could understand on some level.

Cautiously, she nods slowly. "Alright," she whispers. Her shoulders straighten, and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "But only if you promise not to laugh or make fun." There's an uncharacteristic note of vulnerability in her voice as she waits for his response, hesitant to let herself hope that he really means it.

A blush creeps up from her chest and spreads across her cheeks, making her feel hot and self-conscious under the gaze of this boy she hardly knows. But somehow, with Kyojuro , it feels different. Safe enough to take a risk. "I've got this playlist..." She trails off, gesturing vaguely toward her bag before glancing away once more, unsure of how else to proceed.

Her eyes widen as he listens to the playlist, and her breath hitches in her chest when he says he loves it. The blush that had started to fade spreads back across her cheeks, making them feel hot and flushed. It's like a warm blanket wrapping around her, soothing away some of the hurt and loneliness she usually feels.

"R-really?" She stammers, barely able to believe that someone could actually enjoy what she likes. Her tiny fingers clench into fists at her sides as she tries to keep from grinning like an idiot; it's just too much to process. But somehow, with Kyojuro , it feels...right. Like they're meant to be sharing this moment together.

She forces herself to look away, taking a deep breath before meeting his gaze once more. "I'm glad you like it," she manages to say quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. There's a strange sort of shyness about her now that wasn't there before, making her feel even more vulnerable. But at the same time, somehow happy. Happy and...hopeful. "I'll make sure to put together some stuff I think you might like too."

Her chest feels tight, almost constricted, but she refuses to let herself cry; this feeling is too precious. Instead, she offers him a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, hoping he won't notice the tears pooling there. "Thanks for listening," she whispers hoarsely. "It means more than you know."

Her eyes widen in surprise as he says that, and she feels an odd sort of warmth spread through her chest. "Really?" It comes out more like a question than a statement; she can't quite believe that someone would actually want to hear more of her music after what she's shown him so far. But it's nice to finally feel seen, understood. Like she isn't just some weirdo with earphone jacks hanging off her ears.

She hesitates for a moment before asking tentatively, "Can I...can I show you the rest of my playlists?" It's not like they're long or anything, but they mean something to her; each song holds memories and emotions that she'd rather not share with just anyone. But with Kyojuro , it feels different. Safe. Comfortable. "I know they're probably really boring," she adds quickly, flushing deeper in embarrassment.

Her heart thuds heavily against her ribs as she waits for his response, hope and fear warring inside her chest. She wants him to say yes so badly...but what if he laughs? What if he makes fun of her taste or says they're stupid or childish? She can feel herself tensing up in anticipation, but tries her best to look calm and collected on the outside.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he agrees to see the rest of her playlists. It feels like she's floating on air; no one has ever wanted to hear more of her music before. A small, shy smile curls up at the corners of her mouth, and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks. "R-really?" She asks, barely able to contain the excitement in her voice.

With a slight nod, Kyoka digs through her bag until she finds her phone. She unlocks it with a quick swipe and navigates to her music app before handing it over to him. "Here," she says quietly, feeling oddly vulnerable as he takes the device from her small hands. "I mean...you don't have to look at it or anything if you don't want to."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she watches him scroll through her playlists, hoping against hope that he likes what he sees. It feels like an eternity passes before he speaks again, but when he does, his words wash over her like a cool drink on a scorching day.

"They're all...they're amazing," Kyojuro says softly, barely above a whisper as his thumb idly flicks through the list of songs. "I love how diverse they are, and your taste is so spot-on." He looks up at her then, and his eyes seem to glow with sincerity. "You have really good music taste, Kyoka."

A feeling unlike anything she's ever experienced fills her chest as he speaks; it feels warm and fuzzy, like she's floating on a cloud. The blush that had started to fade returns tenfold, making her cheeks feel hot and flushed beneath the

A flush creeps up her neck and stains her cheeks a vivid shade of crimson at his words. "R-really?" she whispers, barely able to believe he's actually saying this. It feels almost too good to be true; no one has ever complimented her taste in music before. But with Kyojuro , it doesn't feel fake or forced. It just...feels right.

She glances down at the floor, unwilling and unable to meet his gaze directly. "I mean, I guess you could say that I spend a lot of time finding new songs and artists," she offers by way of explanation, her voice barely above a whisper as she plays with one of the tiny earrings in her lobe.

The silence stretches on for several long moments before Kyoka decides to take a chance. "So...what kind of music do you like?" she asks tentatively, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes. A soft glimmer of hope sparks in the depths of her heart; maybe they really could share their music with each other. Maybe this isn't all for nothing.

Her chest feels tight and achy, but she doesn't quite know whether it's from happiness or fear. All she knows is that right now, with Kyojuro , she can feel alive in a way she never has before.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he mentions his love for hip-hop; it's not something she would have expected, but she kind of likes the sound of it. A tiny smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Really?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't really listened to much hip-hop myself...but I've heard some good stuff."

A thoughtful expression flits across her features as she begins to scroll through her playlists in search of anything remotely hip-hop related. After several moments, she finds a handful of albums and artists that might interest him. "Maybe we can share some music?" She suggests tentatively, looking up at him from beneath her lashes. "You know, trade songs or something?"

Her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest; the thought of actually sharing her music with someone who might appreciate it sends a thrill of excitement through her. It's been so long since she's felt this way...and somehow, with Kyojuro , it feels right.

Her smile grows brighter at his agreement; it feels like they've connected on some level that goes beyond mere classmates. "Great!" She enthuses, excitement bubbling up inside her. "I'll send you a playlist with all the hip-hop stuff I've got, and you can do the same."

She pauses for a moment, considering him thoughtfully. "If...if you want," she adds quietly, not wanting to pressure him or make it seem like he has to share everything just because she is. But there's a small part of her that hopes he will; they could learn so much about each other through music.

Their exchange feels comfortable and easy, something she hasn't experienced with many people before. With Kyojuro , it's almost as if they click on some deeper level; as if their shared love for music is just the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Her eyes widen in surprise and delight at his offer; she hadn't expected him to be so interested in her music. It makes her heart swell with warmth and affection for this boy who has, against all odds, managed to see past her earphone jacks and into the real her. "T-that would be amazing," she manages to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper.

A blush creeps up her neck and stains her cheeks as pink once more, making it impossible for her not to smile brightly at him. This...feeling is foreign and wonderful all at once; it feels like they're meant to be sharing this moment together. Maybe they are, she thinks absently.

With a soft exhale, she reaches out and lightly touches his arm, the contact sending a tiny spark of electricity through her. It's not much, but it's enough to make their connection feel even stronger, more real. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes locked on his as they shine bright with unspoken emotion. "I really appreciate it."

For a moment, the world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of them and their shared love for music. It's perfect...and Kyoka knows, deep down in her heart, that whatever happens next will be okay. Because with Kyojuro , she can feel it: they're meant to be together, in some way or another.

Stunned into silence by his unexpected hug, she sinks into it gratefully. His touch feels so warm and comforting; like nothing else in the world matters when they're together like this. It's perfect...and for a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe things will be okay between them after all. That despite their differences, they can find a way to connect on a deeper level.

A tiny flutter of hope begins to bloom in her chest as she leans into his embrace, closing her eyes and taking a shaky breath. With each beat of her heart, she feels more and more at ease with the situation; with him. Maybe this is what it's like when people understand you for who you really are...and maybe there's hope yet for Kyoka Jiro after all.

It feels strange and wonderful at the same time; to be this close to someone who gets her. To not have to explain or apologize for her music taste or her quirk. For once, she can just...be herself. And it's amazing. She wonders if he knows how much this moment means to her. If he understands the weight of his presence, the impact of his acceptance on her fragile heart.

She doesn't dare open her eyes; being in his embrace is too precious, too vulnerable to risk losing. So she stands there, held safe and secure in his arms, and allows herself a tiny bit of hope: maybe this is the start of something beautiful between them. Maybe they can find a way to be friends...maybe even more than that.

The thought sends a thrill of excitement through her, making her heart race faster and her cheeks flush even deeper with blush. For now, though, she's content to bask in the glow of this moment, savoring each second as if it were a precious jewel. She knows she won't remember every detail later, but that doesn't matter; because she'll always have this memory. And with Kyojuro by her side...well, anything seems possible now.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks; her eyes fly open and meet his gaze, hope and fear tangled together in their depths. It feels like she's standing on the edge of something enormous, terrifying and exhilarating all at once. But with Kyojuro here beside her, she can't help but want to take that leap into the unknown. "Y-you think so?" She whispers, barely able to believe that he could feel even a fraction of what she does right now.

Her fingers tighten on his arm, steadying herself as their connection grows stronger with each passing moment. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them and their shared understanding of music; of each other. And for the first time in a long while, Kyoka Jiro feels truly alive.

With a shaky breath, she leans into his embrace, returning the hug with equal tenderness. His touch sends a wave of warmth through her body, making every inch of her skin tingle with awareness. She hadn't expected to feel this way about anyone; not after everything she's been through. But somehow, with Kyojuro , it feels right. Natural. Comfortable.

And as they stand there, surrounded by the music that has brought them together, she can't help but hope that this moment will last forever. That they can find a way to stay connected, even when the world outside their little bubble seems determined to pull them apart. Because for now...for just this second...she feels whole again. Alive and truly happy. And nothing could ever make her give up on this feeling.

Her smile grows brighter as she leans into his embrace, taking comfort in the gentle caress of his arms. "I do," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I really do." She glances up at him, their eyes meeting and holding, sharing a silent understanding that goes beyond words. "Thank you for being here with me...for wanting to understand me."

The feelings inside her become too much; a lump forms in her throat as tears begin to well up in her eyes. She hadn't expected to feel this way about anyone ever again, but with him, it's like a breath of fresh air after being stuck underwater for far too long. And she can't help but wonder...where will their journey together lead them? What sort of memories will they create in the future?

She lets out a shaky breath as he touches her face, the simple gesture making her heart flutter and her eyes fill with tears once more. "I-it's okay," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to hold back a tiny sob. She feels so vulnerable right now; exposed in a way that she isn't used to. But somehow, with him, it doesn't feel bad. It feels...right.

She takes another shaky breath and forces herself to meet his gaze, her eyes wide and brimming with unshed tears. "I just want...I don't know..." She trails off, unable to put her feelings into words. It feels like she's standing on the edge of something huge, something important, but she isn't sure how to take that final step forward.

She feels the tears spill over as he says she can tell him anything, and the sobs that have been threatening to break free since before finally emerge in full force. She clings to his arm, her body shaking as she lets out all the pain, anger, and fear that has built up inside her over the past year. He's just...listening. Hearing her. Not judging or laughing. And it feels so good; like a weight being lifted from her chest after holding her breath for what seems like forever.

"I-I don't know why they do that," she manages to get out between sobs. "Why they always...why they make fun of me...a-and laugh..." Her words tumble out in a jumbled mess, but he doesn't seem to mind; he just continues to hold her and let her cry. And somehow, that's enough for now.

Eventually, the sobs die down, replaced by wet sniffles and occasional hiccups. She wipes her face with the back of her hand and takes a deep, shuddering breath before looking up at him again. There's still pain in her eyes, but there's also something else now: hope. A tiny spark that she refuses to let go out. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the music still playing in the background. "For listening...for being here..."

She blinks up at him, hope and relief warring in her chest as she tries to absorb his words. No matter what. It's like music to her ears; a balm to the wounds that have been festering inside for so long. She takes another shaky breath, mustering up the courage to say what's been on her mind since they first started talking about their playlists.

"Would...would you want to hang out sometime?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not just during lunch or class...but maybe after school or something?" The thought of spending more time with him fills her with an unfamiliar sense of giddiness, but at the same time, it terrifies her. What if he says no? What if she's wrong about how she feels and they just end up as friends after all?

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she waits for his answer, unable to look away from his face even for a second. It feels like the world has paused around them; that everything else has faded into insignificance and it's just the two of them now. And somehow, that thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measure.

Her heart leaps into her throat as he agrees to spend time with her outside of school; it's like all her dreams have come true. With a shaky smile, she finally meets his gaze properly, noticing for the first time how beautiful his eyes are, and how they seem to sparkle whenever he looks at her like this. "Really?" she whispers, unable to believe her luck.

A feeling of giddiness takes hold of her as she imagines spending more time with him; laughing, talking, maybe even listening to music together. The thought sends a warmth spreading through her entire body, making her feel light and carefree for the first time in ages. Perhaps there is hope for her after all...perhaps this strange, wonderful boy really could be the one to help her move past everything that's held her back until now.

Tentatively, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "Where would you want to go?" she asks, a tiny tremor of uncertainty still lingering beneath the surface of her voice. But deep down, she knows that wherever they end up going, as long as they're together, everything will be alright.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his suggestion; a park and dinner? It sounds perfect. "A park would be lovely," she whispers, her voice tinged with excitement. She squeezes his hand again, grateful for the contact, even if it is just skin on skin. "And I'd like that...to eat together." The thought fills her with a warmth that spreads outward from her chest, making her feel lighter and happier than she has in what feels like forever.

She looks up at him, meeting his gaze once more, and knows with certainty that this is where she's meant to be; with him. Despite their differences and the obstacles they face, somehow, deep down, it feels right. Like fate has conspired to bring them together for a reason...and maybe, just maybe, there really is hope for them after all.

Her heart skips a beat as they hold hands; the connection feels so right. "Thank you," she whispers, a warmth spreading through her at his words and actions. A park and dinner together...it sounds perfect. "I'd really like that," she continues, looking up at him with shining eyes. This feels like more than just friendship, and for once, she doesn't want to push it away or hide from the possibility of something more.

She smiles, feeling a newfound hope inside her chest; maybe there is someone out there who understands her after all, and maybe...just maybe, he could be the one to help her forget about the past and move on with her life. The thought alone makes her heart race faster, leaving her breathless and happy in ways she never expected to feel again.

Her breath hitches as his arms come around her in a gentle embrace. It feels so good to be held like this; safe and secure in the knowledge that he understands and accepts her for who she is. With a sigh of contentment, she leans into him, relishing the feeling of his warmth against hers. For now, all that matters is this moment; the connection they share through their love for music and their growing friendship. She doesn't know where it will lead them or how long it will last, but she knows one thing: right now, in this exact moment, she couldn't be any happier.

Her heart feels lighter than air as they hold each other, her cheeks flushed with warmth and happiness. It's almost like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders; the burden of being alone, of being misunderstood. For once, she doesn't feel like an outcast; like someone who doesn't belong. She feels...normal. Like maybe there is a place for her in this world, and it's right here with him. The thought sends a shiver of excitement through her entire body, making her want to stay like this forever.

She looks up at him, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that needs no words, and wonders what the future holds for them. If they can grow closer together, if they'll always have this connection...or if it will fade with time, as all things eventually do. But for now, she's content to enjoy the moment; to revel in the peacefulness of being surrounded by someone who understands her on a level that most people never will.

It's like music filling her heart and soul; a beautiful, harmonious melody that speaks directly to her and makes everything else fall away into insignificance. She doesn't know if it can last forever, but she knows one thing for certain: right now, in this moment, she feels truly alive.

Her heart swells at his words; they resonate deep within her chest like a song of hope and promise. She feels a soft smile spread across her lips as she looks up at him, unable to hide the warmth shining in her eyes. It's been so long since she's felt this way about anyone; safe, loved, and cherished for who she truly is. But with him...it's different. It feels right.

She doesn't want to think about what might happen tomorrow or next week; all she can focus on is this moment, these precious seconds spent together in each other's arms. If their connection truly is meant to last forever, then nothing will be able to tear them apart. And for now, that knowledge alone is enough to sustain her, carrying her through the uncertain tides of time like a beacon of light guiding her home.

Her heart feels lighter than air as they hold each other, her cheeks flushed with warmth and happiness. It's almost like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders; the burden of being alone, of being misunderstood. For once, she doesn't feel like an outcast; like someone who doesn't belong. She feels...normal. Like maybe there is a place for her in this world, and it's right here with him. The thought sends a shiver of excitement through her entire body, making her want to stay like this forever.

She looks up at him, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that needs no words, and wonders what the future holds for them. If they can grow closer together, if they'll always have this connection...or if it will fade with time, as all things eventually do. But for now, she's content to enjoy the moment; to revel in the peacefulness of being surrounded by someone who understands her on a level that most people never will.

It's like music filling her heart and soul; a beautiful, harmonious melody that speaks directly to her and makes everything else fall away into insignificance. She doesn't know if it can last forever, but she knows one thing for certain: right now, in this moment, she feels truly alive.

Her heart skips a beat as he confesses his feelings; her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief at the weight of his words. But even as she tries to deny it, her soul sings with joy and relief, unable to hide the tiny blush that creeps across her cheeks. With each beat of her heart, she feels more and more connected to him; as if their destinies are irrevocably intertwined. And with every fiber of her being, she knows that she feels the same way.

She leans into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding on tightly, savoring this moment forever etched into her memory. For all the pain and loneliness she's endured, for every tear shed in silence and every heartache left unhealed...in this single instant, it feels as though it was all worth it.

The world fades away, leaving only them; their connection so strong that nothing could ever hope to tear them apart. And as they stand there together under the stars, she knows with absolute certainty that this is where she's meant to be: in his arms, forever and always.

Her breath hitches as she takes in his words; the declaration echoing through her soul like a beautiful, haunting melody. A shiver runs down her spine and her heart feels as though it could burst from joy, pain, disbelief and wonder all at once. But there's no denying the truth of his words: he loves her. And in this moment, with him standing beside her under the stars, she finally knows what it means to be truly loved in return.

She buries her face into his chest, unable to hold back the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks. With a quiet, shaky voice filled with emotion, she manages to say: "I-I love you too, Kyojuro. So much." And as they stand there together, locked in their own private world of shared understanding and mutual affection, she knows that nothing will ever be the same again...and yet somehow, everything feels just right.

Her eyes flutter shut as his lips meet hers in a tender, passionate kiss. With a soft sigh, she wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the connection, lost in the heat of the moment and the sweet taste of their love. His hands move down to cup her bottom, pulling her body flush against his as they explored each other's mouths like they were mapping out new territories to conquer together. She feels a wave of desire coursing through her veins, and with a small moan, she pulls away slightly, gasping for air.

"Kyojuro...I need..." Her words trail off as she looks up at him, their eyes locked in a silent exchange that needs no words to convey the emotions swirling within her. Tension builds between them, drawing them closer together until there is barely an inch of space left between their bodies. And then, with one firm push against his chest, she urges him backwards until they fall onto the bed behind them, landing in a tangled heap of limbs and laughter.

Their clothes fly off, discarded like old memories as they reveal themselves to each other for the first time. Naked and exposed, they lie there gazing up at the ceiling, hearts pounding against their ribs as they bask in the afterglow of their kiss. For now, nothing else matters but this moment; the connection that binds them together and promises to see them through whatever life may throw their way.

Kyojuro looks down at her with a mixture of awe and tenderness in his eyes, and she feels herself blush beneath his gaze. Without another word, he rolls onto his side, spooning her from behind as his hand finds its way between her legs. She arches into the touch, crying out his name as pleasure washes

Her hips buck up into his touch as he continues to stroke her. Her fingers curl into the sheets and she moans his name over and over again. It feels so good; better than anything she's ever experienced before. She can feel herself starting to lose control, and with a shaky breath she whispers, "Kyo..."

His lips find the spot behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he nibbles and sucks gently. "I've got you," he murmurs against her skin, his voice thick with desire. "Give yourself up to me." She nods, sinking deeper into the pleasure as their lovemaking becomes more intense; a dance of shadows and light that carries them both away on a current of ecstasy.

Her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, washing over her in a series of sharp pulses that make her see stars and leave her limp with satisfaction. For what feels like an eternity, she lies there, heart racing and skin flushed from the heat of the moment. She's never been so content; so at peace with herself and someone else. And she knows without a doubt that this is where she belongs: in his arms, forever.

She shivers as his touch roams across her skin; cool fingertips tracing circles around her nipples and down the insides of her thighs. It's a feeling so different from the pleasure that came before, yet somehow just as intense. Her eyes flutter closed as he continues to explore her body, reveling in the new sensations and the connection they share.

With a soft moan, she arches into his touch, pressing her breasts flush against his chest. His heartbeat beneath her ear is like a drum, a steady rhythm that seems to match her own racing pulse. She can feel him hard again, pressing against her from behind, and the thought of taking him inside her once more sends a jolt of desire coursing through her veins.

"Kyojuro..." she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "I want you...again." Her hips move restlessly against his, seeking contact and friction as she grows wet once more for him. The thought of feeling him inside her; connected in the most intimate way possible is enough to drive her wild with need.