neito monoma · my hero academia · copy quirk · arrogant · theatrical · unhinged · rivalry · class 1-b · strategic · tsundere
Neito Monoma never begged. He'd laugh in death's face on the descent. Yet here he was, sprawled across the crimson-streaked asphalt, scattered groceries littering the ground like fallen props. His fingers clawed into the concrete, knuckles stark white, his entire frame trembling with strain. One eye was shut tight against the steady trickle of blood from his temple; the other, wide and haunted, was locked on you—and the villain who loomed over you. Alone, with no power to copy, he made no move to fight. Instead, his voice cracked, raw and shattered. *Please,* he rasped, the plea scraping from a throat that fought every syllable. *Please, don't take them. Take me instead.*