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[audiear]

A HEARTBEAT MADE FROM BROKEN MELLODIES . it's in your ears , ringing with a dissonance that breaks past . she is relaxed , in an area of the dorms that is quiet [ ... ] despite the rocker , she enjoys the quiet , a moment when she can think straight UNCOMMON among the classmates she's so fond of. somehow , no matter what the music eats into her , pushes her into a quiet lullaby from her lips. they pull up, eyes following to find @implde closeby . ❛ escaping the mayhem too ? ❜ , as she talks, her hands move to form the words in JSL , a habit that thankfully hasn't died.

[audiear]

it's something to be expected , at least to a certain degree. the trials of heroism , a guarantee of injury and even death . you can dodge , and cheat death all you want but eventually the reaper will loom , and he will gather you in his arms and whisk you away into the afterlife . NOT THIS TIME . a relief , a breath of fresh air : deep in the water of the styx , you float , break the surface and there's your livelihood . jirou is born for this . determination that roots somewhere in the bones , marrow and all . when she goes down , it ' s a sensation unlike any other . the fear that grasps her on the way down along with the knowledge that she is needed ! she ' s a hero and she's trained for these things hasn't she ? maybe . but this is a whole new caliber ... a frustration brims in her but there ' s no helping it when the world fades to black in a vignette lens .

when a voice echoes into her consciousness , the familiar tone is not lost on her , SHE ' D RECOGONIZE IT ANYWHERE . the circumstances of their friendship helps . they sit next to each other in class , and well -- they ' re within each other's company more often than not . it shakes her soul , rattles her back into consciousness again. a lighthouse within the foggy nights . leads her home again .

there ' s security when she wakes , though her head is pounding from the impact of both the ground and whatever she hit her head on : she finds herself comfortable . the warmth that radiates from beneath her is akin to one of the blankets she had as a child : providing a safety net for the frightened . dark eyelashes flutter where they blink against the hazy sight . the canary fights its way through the fog of her mind . she can ' t help the subtle smile that twitches against her lips . a relief . no matter what : he ' s dependable . jirou clears her throat again , cutting through the withering voice and finding the normal tone again . " look at you being a hero " even in pain , she finds her energy to tease him . though , it ' s not completely a jest , she doesn ' t know how long she 's been out and he ' s been here for god knows how long too . . . so yeah , maybe she ' s not wrong in calling him a hero .

a second after she says it , she realizes the contact , the weight against her cheek something she wouldn't normally admit ( to herself or anybody else ) she likes . touch isn' t something she welcomes , but she doesn ' t find herself pushing him away any , instead letting the solace wash over her . he shifts and she goes to sit up some , her hand rising to hold her forehead . " yeah , but i'll be okay " her words are meant to comfort , she ' s not dizzy or anything so she definitely doesn't have any kind of brain injury .

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dread   sinks   into   him  like   stones   to   the   pit   of   his   stomach   &   his   mind   reels   with   it,   it’s   as   if   his   muscles   scream  &   the   rush   of   adrenaline   churning   through   him   sputters   as   it   dies,     throat   constricting.   the   world   around   him   fades   into   amorphous   streaks   &   he’s   certain   he   stumbles,   not   sure   where   to   place   his   feet,   nor   when   the   ground   might   collapse   beneath   him.   denki   skids   to   a   halt   beside   her,   digging   his   heels   into   the   soft,   damp   earth,     each   breath   is   searing,   each   heartbeat   rings   high   &   strident   in   his   ears.   there’s   no   time   proper   to   think,   to   utilize   the   knowledge   instilled   in   them   as   students,   every   second   counts,   the   foreboding   sense   that   the   villains   were   still   closing   in   around   them   made   his   skin   slick   with   sweat,   his   mouth   dry.   the   static   that   charges   the   air   is   his,   nervousness   buzzing   under   his   skin,   in   the   wide  -   panic   stricken   pupils   that   reflect   her   crumpled   to   the   ground.   he   could   have   slumped   beside   her,   every   muscle   in   his   body   ached,   instead,   he’s   cautious,   fear   unrelenting   as   it   pricks   at   the   back   of   his   neck.  

❝   jirou   ?  ❞   she   doesn’t   immediately   reply   &   his   voice   becomes   uncertain,   wavers,   then   returns   with   more   urgency.   ❝   hey,   hey   jirou,   you’re   okay  … right  ?  ❞   he   wishes   he   was   more   confident,   that   this   was   a   rescue   &   he   knew   what   to   do,   how   to   help,   he   doesn’t   &   more   than   anything   else   it’s   devastating.   they   were   just   students,   in   no   way   equipped   to   deal   with   something   of   this   scale.   denki   pulls   her   into   his   lap,   convincing   himself   if   they   were   out   of   sight   he   could   keep   her   safe   ━  if   that   was   the   only   thing   he   could   do   let   it   be   enough.  

after   a   while   of   holding   his   breath,   feeling   anxiety   ravage   each   &   every   one   of   his   nerves   her   eyes   flutter   open,   long   dark   lashes   &   then   recognition.   for   the   first   time   in   what   felt   like   hours   he   breathes   &   it   isn’t   burdened   with   trepidation.   ❝  you   were   out   of   it   for   a   bit   there.  ❞   god   he   hopes   his   voice   doesn’t   quiver,   that   his   expression   isn’t   contorted   in   the   throes   of   panic,   that   relief   is   evident   because   he   feels   it   wash   away   everything   else.   ❝…     had   me   worryin’   for   nothing.  ❞   he’s   holding   her   face,   cradling   it   even,   not   realizing   how   close   they   were,   everything   over-written   by   the   fact   that   she’s   regained   consciousness.     ❝   does   it   hurt   ?  ❞   he   manages,   withdrawing   just   enough   to   give   her   space   to   sit   upright. 

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the jerk of the head , acknowledgment and understanding both wrapped up in one . she has no need for hearing aids, sometimes she thinks she hears too well actually, but can understand the toll that loud noise can take . especially from the cacophony that is class 1 - A , with overlapping noises and voices mixed in the worst noise you can imagine. it's bad enough for her, she can only imagine how it might be for him . jirou tracks his movement of hands, alongside internally and playfully rolling her eyes at his blatant disregard for general manners , she 's not surprised ... having known him for long enough now it's more expected . her attention is rapt, opal eyes taking the time to watch his hands move. this time she nods as she responds .   ❛ yeah , i couldn ' t hear myself think  ❜  she pauses to lift her hand, the pad of her finger lightly tapping against her earlobe .  ❛ they're so loud sometimes ,it makes me sensitive   ❜ she offers a shrug at the end, her eardrums stopped ringing once she got into the quiet, the chaos turned into nothing but a muted version of itself.

                    ❛     they  drain  up  the  batteries.     ❜          gruff  but  low  voice  joins  the quiet,  even as brows furrow per usual,  the boy doesn’t seem as agitated as he would have been a couple months ago.   he seeks solace,  the excuse of the battery for his hearing aids seem to be more for his social battery instead but he does not care to elaborate on which it could be.   considering that it’s him,  it honestly can be both.   red eyes study the space,  satisfied to find only one other on this side of the dorms for now.   at the motion of her hands,  his lips quirk up,  a twitch of a smile,  gone as soon as it arose.   he sits on the other end of the couch,  leaning back,  and places his foot on the low table.   hands usually in his pockets,  the blond frees them to respond back,          ❛     what  about  you?   you  left  earlier,   didn’t  you?     ❜          if there’s something he can appreciate about Jirou,  is that there is no obligation to communicate at all.   whether it be a small nod of their head to acknowledge the other,  or simply sit in silence that thankfully never felt uncomfortable   ━━━   he could vibe with that.   and thanks to that,  Katsuki finds it easy to talk to her.