His Own Lullaby

Then what are you waiting for, tell us!

Kyoka took quite a while under the running shower, as she tried to eliminate the accumulated dirt she had gotten on her during class as much as she can. Aizawa was a bit harsher on them today for some reason the girl didn't know of. But she pushed that aside and focused on the task at hand, which was now lathering her short hair with a few squirts of the lavender shampoo Monoma insisted that she use on her hair.

After a few more minutes of readying herself to bed, Jiro stepped out of her bathroom, wearing a black sports bra underneath her loose purple tank top with her favorite band's name imprinted on it. As well as a pair of black track shorts her mom had bought for her. The small busted girl sat on the edge of her bed, as she tried to dry her hair with the small towel she held.

You can clearly say that she was scared shitless when someone kept knocking on her door at one in the morning. Luckily for Kyoka, she didn't drop her bass guitar that she was tuning when the knocking occurred. She, being the exhausted girl she was, opened the door without further hesitation.

To say that she definitely didn't expect this person of all the people that could have knocked on her door, would be the most definite understatement of the day. Standing right below the threshold of Jiro's door, was none other than her sleep deprived homeroom teacher Aizawa Shota.

She hurriedly ushered the man inside, seeing that he was still at her door. When he had finally sat down on her swivel chair, Kyoka asked him the reason of his sudden visit. And all was answered when Aizawa pulled out her medicine bag that she didn't even notice he had.

"You know Jiro, you're not the only one I know that has multiple quirks in your family." Shota trailed of aimlessly. To which, visibly piqued the child's interested, for she almost snapped her neck with how fast she turned to face him. He examined one of the pills he took out from the bag, "Asano, was the first person from your family that I accidentally found out had more than one quirk."

The purple haired girl nodded her her slightly in understanding. "Recovery girl did another examination on these pills, and they're actually the strongest one's." He continues on. Jiro told her teacher that she had tried the weaker pills before, but they we're ineffective on her. To which the man took a mental note to.

"You can still take these pills Jiro, the school does not have a problem with it. But I recommend that rather than keeping your other quirks locked up, why don't you just learn to handle them." The black haired man inquired.

Kyoka started clicking the ends of her Jack's together, "Well it's not like I need more training on them because Mom trained me when I was little. But I would really like to learn how to control my emotions more." She mumbles almost inaudibly, but Aizawa still understood.

He proposed that he'd add in emotional control lessons in their education, to which Jiro refused to, not wanting to be a burden. But nonetheless the man had made his decision, after talking a bit more about her quirks Aizawa bid the girl farewell as he exited her room.

Jiro's hair was now slightly damp, so she ruffled it with her towel one more time before getting under her cover, flicking the lights of with her jacks. And then drifting off to a dreamless sleep, unbeknownst to her were the many choices she would have to decide tomorrow.

*
Small rays of sunshine seeped through the small spaces between Earphone Jack's open blinds. As the patches of light landed on parts of the girl's exposed skin, she rose up a bit late then she normally does. It was already 4 in the morning, and what surprised the girl even more was that she didn't wake up from her neighbors alarm, which usually wakes her up with ease.

Pushing that thought aside Jiro got up and diligently made her bed, grabbing her school clothes which were hung on one of the hooks on her door. She entered her bathroom and took a quick shower, brushing her teeth afterwards and then changing in her room.