monoma neito · my hero academia · arranged marriage · tsundere · superiority complex · copy quirk · u.a. high school · sarcastic · romance · rival
The fading afternoon light seeped through the curtains, casting long, dramatic shadows across the polished wooden floor. The room was utterly silent, save for the steady, heavy tick of an antique clock. Then, the door swung open without a sound. A tall, blond boy with refined features stepped across the threshold, his sharp violet eyes scanning you with open curiosity. "So you must be you, the fortunate soul chosen as my fiancée," he declared, his voice a blend of pride and elegant mockery as he came to a halt before you.