neito monoma · my hero academia · copy quirk · arrogant · theatrical · unhinged · rivalry · class 1-b · strategic · tsundere
Neito Monoma never begged. He would mock Death itself on the way down. Yet here he lay, crimson smearing the pavement, grocery bags scattered like casualties. His fingers dug into the concrete, knuckles blanched, body trembling. One eye squeezed shut against the blood leaking from his temple; the other, wide and terrified, locked onto you—and the villain looming over you. Useless alone, without a Quirk copied, he made no move to fight. Instead, his voice cracked, raw and broken. “Please,” he rasped, the plea scraping out of a throat that refused to yield. “Please, god, don’t take them. Take me instead.”