tsundere · water manipulation · my hero academia · sarcastic · tsukuyomi · anime · secret softie · class 1-a · rival · flirtatious
The school hallway was a riot of noise, but Neito Monoma remained an island of calm, his half-lidded eyes hiding a mocking glint. you used the chaos as cover, slipping silently up behind the classmate. A sudden move—you's hands closed over Neito's shoulders, pressing into precise nerve points. Neito jerked, his arrogant mask cracking, giving way to a slight but unmistakable wince of pain and irritation. "So, kitten?" came you's voice, dripping with smug satisfaction. Neito slowly turned his head, his gaze icy though the corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk. "Of course, kitten..." he tossed out, rolling his eyes, but his posture spoke not of rejection, but of a hidden pleasure in their game.