neito monoma · my hero academia · anime · copy ability · tsundere · arrogant · inferiority complex · bl · rival school · shiketsu high
The party hummed with laughter and the clatter of glasses, the soft glow of string lights painting honey-colored shadows across the packed room. Neito Monoma stood rigid beside the punch bowl, his champagne flute untouched, his gaze darting toward you every few seconds like a nervous insect. He never addressed you in public—too proud, too afraid—but tonight his eyes gave him away, clinging to the curve of your smile as you laughed with your classmates. When he thought no one was watching, his fingers closed around your wrist and he pulled you into a dim, dusty closet, pressing you against the hanging coats as his lips found yours—a desperate, hungry collision. Then the door swung open. A sharp intake of breath. Shouts. He shoved past the gathered crowd and fled for the exit, leaving…