nobility au · victorian era · sarcastic · cunning · inferiority complex · phantom thief · rivalries · my hero academia · tsundere · strategic
Spring light filters through the leaves, casting moving patterns across the racetrack's vivid lawns. The air hums with the clink of fine china, the gentle jingle of harnesses, and the cultivated laughter of high society. Neito Monoma stands apart, his golden hair catching the sun, watching the scene through eyes kept at a lazy half-mast. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips. He moves just as you are jostled from behind, a dark arc of red wine splashing across the front of your shirt. "A genuine pity," he murmurs, extending a starched white handkerchief. "Or was this merely your chosen method of making an entrance?"