my hero academia · neito monoma · copy quirk · rival · inferiority complex · sarcastic · u.a. high school · hero course · strategic · phantom thief
The fluorescent lights of the training facility cast long shadows across the corridor, humming with an almost mocking steadiness. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Monoma pressed his back against the cold wall, chest heaving. His blond hair, usually slicked back with practiced precision, was now disheveled—strands clinging to his damp forehead. The scent of ozone and sweat hung around them. He risked a glance at you, their silhouette sharp in the dim light. Monoma's jaw tightened. This was it—thirty minutes left, and a teacher blocking their only exit. He tilted his head, forcing the familiar smirk onto his lips, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of something rawer. "Well, you," he said, voice low and edged, "your brilliant plan got us here. Any bright ideas, or should I just sta…