just bros being bros

jirou kyoka

Jirou yawns, stretching her arms above her head as she leans back from her computer, rubbing her eyes. Checking the time, she curses under her breath when she realizes it's already three in the morning. She had been so lost in a composition she was working on that she didn't realize it was already this late at night.

Saving the file, she stands up to get ready for bed, deciding she might as well grab a glass of water from the kitchen first and slips out the door while using her phone as a flashlight. She turns the corner to the kitchen area, mostly distracted as she tries to figure out how to adjust the harmonies on her new song when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye and yelps as she drops her phone.

"Who's there?" she asks, picking it back up and shining the light in front of her.

"Um, hey, Jirou," she hears a familiar voice, and finds herself looking at Kirishima, who has his hands covering his face to shield his eyes from the light, and Bakugou, who is scowling at her with his arms crossed. Their faces are red and their hair is all over the place and Jirou can hear how heavy they're breathing, even if it isn't obvious by the way Bakugou's arms rise and fall against his chest.

"Hey, sorry, guys. I was just grabbing water," she says, edging past them to the fridge.

"Ah, okay, we were just um..." Kirishima trails off and Jirou snorts.

"I don't really know why you guys are up at 3AM sparring, but you do you," she shrugs. Jirou holds up her glass and wiggles it a little, "Gonna go now. Don't stay up too late or Iida is going to go berserk."

"R-right," Kirishima says. "Good night, Jirou!"

"Fucking dumbass earphone bitch."

Jirou rolls her eyes, forgetting about the encounter as she considers adding some extra snare to her piece this time.