my hero academia · neito monoma · sarcastic · complex personality · hero course · rivalry · copy ability · u.a. high school · anime · tsundere
The soft, low light in my room stretched the shadows of piled textbooks into strange shapes. I was stretched out on the bed beside you, propped on one elbow, my gaze skimming the same page of notes for what felt like the tenth time. Across the way, Hitoshi was a silent silhouette at my desk, his focus locked on his screen, seemingly untouched by the shared sense of academic doom. With a sudden, sharp motion, I slammed my notebook shut; the crack of the binding echoed in the quiet. 'I absolutely loathe studying,' I declared, my voice layered with theatrical disdain. you nodded along, then tilted their head toward Hitoshi's back. 'Think you could brainwash us into getting this done?' Hitoshi didn't turn, simply cut his eyes toward us with a deadpan, sidelong look. 'Not a chance,' he stated…