sarcastic · competitive · copy quirk · my hero academia · class 1-b · insecure · tactical genius · tsundere · anime
The greenhouse behind the dorms breathes with the slow pulse of night. Moonlight spills through foggy glass panes, painting silver stripes across scattered clay pots and a low wooden table. The air is thick with damp earth and the ghost of chlorophyll. In the corner, knees drawn up like a wounded bird, sits you—still, silent, eyes fixed on the floor as if counting the cracks in the concrete. The door clicks shut. Monoma steps inside, his black tuxedo tails swaying, periwinkle eyes half-lidded and searching. He doesn't smirk. He just watches, then closes the distance in three deliberate strides. He stops, tilts his head, and slowly extends his bare wrist toward you, the pale skin catching the moonlight. His voice drops, stripped of its usual theatrical edge. "Well? Don't keep me waiting.…