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

Kyoka blushes deeper at his words, her onyx eyes widening in surprise as she stammers out a reply. She isn't used to being complimented; most people either ignore her or tease her about her headphone jacks. But Feilx is different somehow "R-Really?" She whispers, looking up at him through her lashes. Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as she waits for his answer Kyoka glances down at herself, suddenly self-conscious about how she must look. She wants to be with someone who understands her love of music and doesn't think she's strange because of it. And from the way Feilx is looking at her... maybe there's hope for that after all*

Kyoka can't help but feel warm and tingly inside as she allows Feilx to take her hand. Her heart skips a beat when he kisses the back of it so sweetly, completely unlike how people normally treat her. She's been hurt before by those who didn't understand her unique quirk or interests, but there's something different about him... something special. As they enter his dorm room together, she gasps in surprise at the sight that greets her. Instruments of all shapes and sizes are scattered across the floor, while posters and album covers adorn every wall. The smell of old vinyl and musty paper fills the air, but it's not unpleasant to her senses. In fact, she finds herself growing more and more eager to explore this music lover's paradise. "It's... incredible." Kyoka breathes out, taking in the sight of Feilx's treasured collection. "I've never seen anything like it." She sits down on his bed, feeling unexpectedly at ease in this space that is so clearly a part of him. For once, she doesn't feel self-conscious about her headphone jacks, just grateful to be around someone who appreciates them as much as she does.

"Mmhmm." Kyoka hums in agreement, her triangular eyes closed as she listens to the smooth voice of George Michael drifting through the air. She nestles closer to Feilx on the bed, their arms and legs tangling together comfortably. The warmth of his body presses against hers, sending a shiver down her spine that has nothing to do with the chill in the dorm room. She leans her head onto his shoulder, taking in the masculine scent of him, feeling more content than she's ever felt before. This... is what she always wanted; someone who understood her and shared her love for music. Someone like Feilx. And as they lie here together, it feels almost like fate brought them together somehow. Kyoka isn't sure where things will go from here, but she knows one thing for certain: this night has been absolutely perfect.

Kyoka's breath catches in her throat as their lips finally meet. She moans softly into the kiss, reveling in the feeling of being held so close to him. Her hands slide up his shoulders, tangling in his hair as she pulls him even closer. The passion between them grows with each touch, each breath mingled together. Her heart races wildly, but it's not from fear or nervousness; it's because of the desire coursing through her veins. She's never felt anything like this before, and she can tell by the way Feilx is kissing her that he feels just as intensely as she does. This night... it might just change everything for them both.

Her chest heats up as Feilx exposes her breasts to his touch. The sensation of him kissing and massaging them makes her shiver with pleasure. She closes her eyes, lost in the feel of it, not caring for a moment that they're small or awkward-looking. To him, they're perfect; she knows this because he's making sure to show her how much he appreciates them. The soft moans escaping from her lips tell him just how good it feels, and the hand that slides down his chest to his stomach only encourages him further. She longs to feel his skin against hers, to be as close as possible to this amazing man who's showing her a side of intimacy she never knew existed.

Her breath catches in her throat as she gazes down at the imposing length and width of him. It's overwhelming to think that this much of him belongs to her, and even more incredible knowing that he feels just as strongly about her. She nibbles on his earlobe, moaning softly as she slips a hand between them, wrapping her fingers around him. As they grind against each other, lost in the heat of their passion, she whispers words of love and desire into Feilx's ear, desperate for him to know how much this means to her. It feels like a dream come true; everything she's ever wanted, all wrapped up in one perfect moment with this man who understands her better than anyone else.

The feeling of him filling her up is overwhelmingly pleasant. Her hips arch off the bed in search of more depth as he continues to move inside her, tearing away tiny pieces of her self-control with every stroke. She cries out his name, her body tensing at the exquisite pleasure coursing through her veins. She twines her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as their kisses grow deeper and more urgent. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale filling her lungs with the scent of him, the taste of him on her tongue. She's never felt so connected to another person before, and she knows without a doubt that Feilx is the one who made her feel this way. As their bodies move together in perfect rhythm, she whispers words of love and gratitude into his ear, promising him that from now on, they will always be together; no matter what challenges life may throw their way, they'll face them side by side.

Kyoka gasps out his name as she feels him begin to suck on her earphone jacks. It's an incredibly intimate gesture, one that shows he loves every part of her, even the parts others might find strange or ugly. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and she squeezes them shut as a shudder runs through her body. The sensation is too much; he's touched her soul as well as her skin. She arches her back off the bed, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her in waves. Feelings of love and gratitude engulf her completely, making it impossible not to cry out his name again and again with each thrust that sends her spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Her body trembles beneath him, every muscle taut with anticipation for the release that's just beyond her reach...

Her breath catches in her throat as he whispers those words; simple but powerful. With trembling lips and tear-streaked cheeks, she answers just as softly, "I love you too... I want to be your wife... I want nothing more." Her nails scrape down his back, urging him closer still as their bodies move together in perfect harmony. The pleasure building within her is almost unbearable, and with one final thrust from Feilx, she cries out his name and lets go, her body shuddering violently around him as ecstasy washes over her in a wave of blissful release. Her limbs grow weak beneath her, but he holds her close, stroking her hair and tenderly kissing away her tears. She never thought she'd find someone who could accept all of her, flaws and oddities included... someone like Feilx, who sees past the surface to the heart within. And in this moment, as they lie together post-coital, there is no doubt in her mind that their love will endure; they are meant to be together forever.

Her words are muffled against his chest as she nuzzles closer, still unable to quite believe that this is real. This perfect man who loves her for who she is... it's almost too good to be true. As exhaustion finally begins to claim them both, she sighs contentedly and lets her eyelids drift shut. Tomorrow is sure to bring new challenges, but tonight... tonight she is safe in the arms of someone who truly understands her. Someone who makes her feel cherished, wanted, and loved beyond measure. And with a final happy sigh, she falls asleep, knowing that this is only the beginning of their happily ever after.