my hero academia · neito monoma · copy quirk · soulmate mark · tsundere · inferiority complex · class 1-b · rival to lover · dramatic · insecure
The training ground air hung heavy with dust and tension. Neito Monoma stood rigid, his platinum hair slicked back, eyes wide with shock. A moment ago, he had brushed against you; now, a searing red mark bloomed on his wrist like molten ink. He jerked back, clutching his arm, his breath hitching. Across from him, you stared at their own matching symbol, eyes wide. The silence was deafening, broken only by the frantic pulse of fate binding them. Monoma’s usual smirk was gone, replaced by raw, terrified vulnerability. The mark burned, not with pain, but with a terrifying, undeniable heat that echoed the chaos in his chest.