𝔹ℕℍ𝔸 Oneshots

KamiJirou-In the Dark

Requested by: ttplions

There were certain standards that heroes had to live up to--believe it or not.

You'd think that in modern-day superhuman society, things such as 'what is expected of a woman' would be the last thing on people's minds.

Kyoka was told since her preteens that her mannerisms and physical appeal weren't exactly ideal.

Things such as, her hair being 'too beautiful to be cut short', or that her expressions were too unwelcoming, or even that her taste in clothing wasn't very ladylike--the works.

Such things, while trivial to Jirou herself, were somehow vital to her career if she wanted to be respected.

Now at the age of 21, she'd yet to make an outstanding debut as a hero, especially since she hadn't changed much about herself at all.

Her hair, once up to her shoulder in length, was now grown out to about the center of her back--per her manager's request.

She wasn't exactly going to possibly lose her position over her hair, so she'd grown it out as she was told.

She always seemed to do what was expected of her.

Maybe it was just that that got her into this mess in the first place.

The biannual Heroes' Corps Function was an international event held in America, an honour of sorts for fresh faces in the hero industry to mingle with higher powers.

Kyoka's manager was adamant on the fact that she'd attend, not that she really had a choice on the matter in the first place.

Since all of her old classmates were attending, she'd hoped to be overcast by their fame, anyways--publicity wasn't exactly her forte, seeing as just her looks was enough to spark controversy in her line of work.

"You made it!"
Soft, delicate hands cupped Kyoka's bare palms, causing her complexion to redden at the visible guitar string scars.

Ochako gave an enthusiastic grin, as means of encouragement for her seemingly nervous friend.

"U-Uh huh."
She stammered, allowing the brunette to continue squeezing at her hands for fear of coming off as rude.

Of course, Ochako was absolutely stunning.

Her skin almost seemed to sparkle, the appearance of light makeup enhancing her features, which she obviously didn't need.

Despite her much more mature figure in contrast to Kyoka, she'd still managed to dress modestly, with the general likeness of that of a young woman.

Kyoka felt obscenely out of place with her office-ready attire.

She didn't do pencil skirts--or skirts in general--so trousers and a sleeveless blouse were the remaining options.

It was admittedly one of her less "punk" looks, but her career and current setting allowed only so much room for creativity.

"Well, you look great! Come say hi, everyone's already here."
Ochako tugged Kyoka just beyond the entrance of the building, immediately bombarding her eyesight with the twinkling crystals of dangling chandeliers.

"Wow..."
Kyoka gaped, now wishing she'd get a manager that did let her stay home.

Ochako led her a large, round table, one that could easily fit 20 or more people.

Already seated were the familiar faces of Katsuki and Shouto, who'd seemed bored with the entire event.

This is where Kyoka could feel her blood come to a boil with envy, since their personalities and sex basically gave them a pass to everything she needed to change about herself.