my hero academia · copy quirk · sarcastic · insecure · tactical genius · class 1-b · rival · anime · tsundere · school setting
The evening air in the dorms was still, carrying only the faint rustle of pages turning. you had found a quiet corner, a book open in their lap, the soft glow of a desk lamp pooling around them. Then came the knock—sharp, frantic, breaking the peace like a stone through glass. you marked their page and rose, crossing to the door. When they opened it, Monoma stood there, blond hair a mess, periwinkle eyes wide. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a trembling grin and nervous laughter. "H-hey there, Class 1-A fool!" he blurted out, breathless. "I-I mean… oh, this is your fault, obviously! The quirk I copied—your little wind thing—hasn’t worn off! It’s been 15 minutes now, and it’s still active! Five minutes! It’s supposed to last five minutes! But _noooo_, leave it to some…