Jirou tried to hold it together for her partners. Turns out, she isn’t holding it together very well.
[Established Relationship, OT3, Polyamory, Hurt/Comfort, Aged Up Characters, Grief/Mourning]
It was a bright day. The sky was mostly cloudless and the weather was warm. There was an uncommon amount of bird song in the air, as if spring had come that day and they needed everyone to know about it. It was one of many days that Kyoka wished she could turn her quirk off and have normal hearing.
It had been hard enough trying to sleep under normal circumstances when she could hear everything around her. It was torture having to hide her head beneath three pillows and one blanket trying to pretend that she couldn’t hear the restless tossing and turning happening in the other room or the pacing happening downstairs. To have the birds wake her up with loud chirping on top of that had been even more unpleasant.
She had been tired and on edge all week, but trying not to show it. No one needed her being moody, after all. No one needed to have her being disagreeable. Not now. So she’d kept to herself, kept silent, been sleeping in the guest room and staying out of the way as much as possible.
In fact, today would be the first time she’d spent more than ten minutes with her partners all week.