Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 1]

Kyoka Jirou

A strangely saddened drumbeat enraptured her ears, enticing her to amble over to one of the rooms at the far end of the corridor. One she had no prior knowledge of. Despite the large wooden door acting as a barrier between herself and this beautiful melody, all the emotions somehow still seeped through.

She had an untamed desire to swing open the door, and locate the source of the music. Allowing her fingers to graze the door, she started sliding it across leisurely, as if suddenly doubting her actions.

Shoving away this unhelpful thought, she continued until a voice sounded out, seeming to echo off the door and walls. It took her a minute to realise that it hadn't been directed at her, only relaxing when she heard the beginnings of a song. It was...despondent yet oddly cheerful, like the singer couldn't quite place her emotions.

It encompassed feelings of rejection and pride. Perhaps this person had been branded an outcast, but to them it was nothing less than perfect. They appeared to be coming to terms with who they were, and who they wanted to be.

As she listened closer, Jirou could make out each lyric.

"The music is in my blood, you don't understand.

The music is in my blood, you don't understand.

Sleepless nights at the black and white keys

I'll let my fingers say it for me

Sometimes my spirit's still so scared

Once I put it in a melody it means so much more to me

Fate sealed, I guess this is how I feel

Sometimes I swear the lyrics write me

The lyrics write me

The melody a remedy to calm me down

You never did approve of the fix I found.

Bury all the records in the backyard,

When you're not looking I'll go dig them back up

You can bury my body in the backyard,

When you're not looking I'll go dig myself up

And I know all about the drugs they hide inside the music, I know, I know

I know all about the drugs they hide inside the music

And the preacher at church must've told you about them too

'Cause you came home dead set on what you had to do

You said the demons and drugs hide in rock n roll thugs

If I wanna grow up nice, I better give the music up.

The melody a remedy to keep me right

You never did approve of my sleepless nights.

Bury all the records in the backyard,

When you're not looking I'll go dig them back up

You can bury my body in the backyard,

When you're not looking I'll go dig myself up

And I know all about the drugs they hide inside the music, I know, I know

I know all about the drugs they hide inside the music

Oh the words unwind, my hands rebel

I hide behind these notes too well

I can't pretend anymore

You're not listening, you don't understand.

You're not listening, you don't understand.

You're not listening, you don't understand.

You're not listening, you don't understand.

Bury all the records in the backyard,

When you're not looking I'll go dig them back up

You can bury my body in the backyard,

When you're not looking I'll go dig myself up

Bury all the records in the backyard,

When you're not looking I'll go dig them back up

You can bury my body in the backyard,

When you're not looking I'll go dig myself up

And I know all about the drugs they hide inside the music, I know, I know

I know all about the drugs they hide inside the music."

By the song's end, Jirou found that she was no longer on the opposite side of the door. Your eyes fluttered open, locking on to hers curiously. Having noticed her gradual steps towards you, your (e/c) orbs soon left her bewildered features. She seemed between contentment, empathy, and something else you failed to place. Smiling, you elected to engage her in conversation.

Your voice was soft as you asked, "Kyoka Jirou, correct?"

Her eyes wandered to your lips, as she debated her response. Surely it was okay to ask who you were.

Breaking her trance begrudgingly, she replied, "Yes...what's your name?"

Humming absentmindedly, you proceeded to bang on the drums in a practised fashion.

"(Y/n)."

To her, your voice was just as beautiful as your music – infinitely angelic, and able to capture her attention splendidly. Before now, she had never really given much mind to romance, but made sure to note that, if an opportunity ever arose, she would take it without a second thought.

"You're really good at singing." She complimented, feeling awkward after that revelation.

Gazing at her with gentle, glowing eyes, you responded with a simple "Thank you." A comfortable silence ensued, until you once again hit the drums, gaining her attention instantly. Gifting her a benevolent smile, you held her in a kindly stare.

"Would you like to hear another?"

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