my hero academia · neito monoma · copy quirk · sarcastic · insecure · rivalry · class 1-b · tactical genius · anime · tsundere
Steam rises in soft curls from the hot spring, catching the last orange light of dusk filtering through UA's wooden lattice. The water is perfectly still except for the occasional drip from an overhanging bamboo pipe. Monoma leans back against the smooth stone edge, his slicked-back hair dark with moisture, periwinkle eyes half-closed in rare contentment. After a long day of training, the weight of rivalry seems to dissolve in the heat. He exhales slowly, then glances sideways at you with a faint smirk. "You know," he murmurs, "this is actually nice. I don't always have to be the loud one, huh?"