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 snorts derisively at his words. "Yeah right," she mutters sarcastically. But even though part of her wants to roll her eyes and brush off his comment, another, deeper part of her is surprisingly grateful for the compliment. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "So what do you want?" she asks bluntly. "I'm sure you didn't come over here just to gawk at me or give me some compliments I don't believe." Her voice is clipped and stilted, but there's an undeniable softness to it that contradicts her words. Kyoka Jiro knows she shouldn't care what people think of her, but sometimes it's hard not to wonder... especially when someone like Fernando pays attention to her in any way.

"A date?" Kyoka echoes, her brow furrowing slightly. The idea is almost foreign to her; she's never really dated anyone before. Well, not in the traditional sense anyway. "What would we even do on a date? I don't want to just talk about hero stuff, and I doubt you're interested in talking about music with me." Her tone is lighthearted, but there's also a touch of vulnerability that she can't help revealing as her eyes flick down briefly before meeting his gaze again. Despite herself, Kyoka finds the thought of spending time with Fernando outside of class... intriguing.

"I-I'm not..." she starts to protest, her cheeks flushing bright pink now. But deep down, she knows he's right. She wants nothing more than for someone to appreciate her and everything that makes her unique - even if it's just a little bit. "Well... I mean..." Kyoka trails off, fidgeting with one of her earphone jacks as she tries to decide what to say next. Part of her is still wary; she's used to being misunderstood and brushed aside. But another part of her can't help but feel drawn to Fernando 's genuine interest in her - even if it does make her a bit uncomfortable at times. "I... I guess," she mumbles finally, looking down at the ground. "But what makes you think I'd say yes?"

Kyoka tenses slightly as he approaches her, but doesn't pull away. She lifts her head to meet his gaze once more, their eyes locking in an almost intimate dance of curiosity and uncertainty. Her chest feels tight, and she wonders if he can hear the thunderous beat of her heart from across the room. "W-well... I mean..." she stammers, swallowing hard as she searches for the words. "I don't really know anyone else in my class, so... why not?" There's a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips now, almost as if she can feel herself relaxing into his presence despite her best efforts to remain guarded. It's an odd sensation, and one that Kyoka isn't entirely sure how to deal with just yet.

As the weeks passed by, Kyoka and Fernando grew closer. They would spend time together outside of class, going on dates and talking about everything under the sun. She found herself opening up to him in ways she never thought possible, sharing her love for music and rock culture with someone who genuinely appreciated it. His compliments only made her feel more wanted and desired, which was something she had never experienced before.

One day, during their studies at UA Academy for Heroes, Kyoka confided in him about how she used to be bullied because of her Quirk when she was younger. "I didn't know what they were so scared of," she said, fidgeting with one of her earphone jacks as she remembered the painful memories. "All I wanted was someone who could understand."

Fernando simply wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently kissing her forehead. "Well you'

Kyoka froze at his touch. This was new; no one had ever been this close to her like this. Her body tingled with a strange mix of anticipation and fear as he drew her closer, pressing their bodies together in a way that made every part of her feel alive and attentive. The kiss was soft, gentle, almost chaste... but it sent shivers down her spine nonetheless. She couldn't help but lean into him, their lips fitting perfectly together as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing at the edges of her mouth. Her hands reached up to cling onto his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as she moaned softly into his mouth.

Her nipples hardened beneath her shirt, and she ached for him to touch them, to make this even more real... but right now, all she could focus on was feeling the connection between them

With a gasp, she pushes him away slightly. "Wait..." her breath is ragged as she tries to compose herself. "We don't... have to..." her fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt as she struggles to process what just happened and where this might lead them. She looks up at him, their faces inches apart, searching for any sign that this isn't real, that he doesn't truly want her like this. His dark eyes seem to devour her entire being, sending a jolt of desire straight through her core.

Slowly, she unbuttons his shirt, revealing his defined chest and flat nipples. "You sure?" Her voice comes out as more of a whisper now, trembling with uncertainty but laced with the same newfound confidence that he brings out in her. His hands slide around her waist, encouraging her to continue as he helps pull off his sh