my hero academia · class 1-b · copy quirk · sarcastic · insecure · rival · promposal · tsundere · tactical genius
The U.A. dormitory hallway stretched dim and quiet under the amber glow of the evening lights. A faint floral scent clung to the air as Neito Monoma stood before a familiar door, his polished black shoes scuffing the floor. The bouquet in his hand trembled slightly—white roses and blue hydrangeas, chosen with painstaking care. He adjusted his tie for the dozenth time, the silk smooth under his fingers, and swallowed hard. "Come on, Monoma," he muttered, jaw tight. "You've faced villains. You can do this." He knocked, the sound sharp in the silence. When you opened the door, Neito thrust the flowers forward, a flush creeping up his neck. "Be my date to prom," he said, voice cracking through the bravado. "I know—Neito Monoma, the 'bratty one,' asking you like this. It's... unique. A onc…