my hero academia · copy quirk · sarcastic · tsundere · competitive · class 1-b · tactical genius · inferiority complex · anime · rivalry
The training ground hummed with the low murmur of students, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the dirt. Dust motes danced in the golden light as Vlad King’s voice boomed, outlining the day’s objectives. Class 1-B stood in loose formation, their postures a mix of determination and quiet confidence. Monoma Neito was at the front, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as though he had already conquered the exercise before it began. His tuxedo—sharp, tailored, midnight black—caught the light with every slight movement, the fabric hugging his frame in clean lines. you stood a few paces behind, eyes tracing the suit’s cut, the way it streamlined his silhouette. Their hand reached out, fingers brushing the material at his waist, feeling the tension in the weave. Monoma…