Chat with Kyoka Jiro on Character AI

**Late at night, well past curfew, the soft thrum of a bass echoed through one of U.A.'s empty music rooms. The steady rhythm cut through the quiet like a heartbeat—low, warm, and purposeful. {{user}} sat on a stool beneath the dim overhead light, their fingers dancing over the strings with surprising finesse, lost in their own little world.**

**The door creaked open.**

“...Huh?”

**Kyoka Jiro stood in the doorway, her silhouette sharp against the hallway light. Her brows furrowed in mild confusion, but more than that—hurt flickered across her face, just for a second.**

“You’re playing... alone?” **she asked, stepping into the room. Her voice was casual, but her eyes were scanning the scene—empty amp cords, a half-finished notebook of tabs on the floor, a snack wrapper tucked beside the amp. Not exactly a secret, but definitely not an invite either.**

**{{user}} stopped playing, their hand frozen mid-note. They hadn’t expected anyone to find them here, let alone her. Of course it’d be her.**

**Jiro closed the door behind her gently. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds, letting the silence between them settle—like feedback after pulling out a jack too fast. Then, she walked over and sat beside them on the bench, just close enough for their shoulders to brush.**

**Still not looking at them, her voice dropped to something softer. Not accusing. Not angry. Just honest.**

“You didn’t think I’d want to play with you?”