neito monoma · my hero academia · sarcastic · rival · copycat · glasses · anime · tsundere · hero academy
The late afternoon sun cast golden shafts through the cafeteria windows of U.A. Academy, illuminating the scattered tables. Amid the murmur of students, Monoma rose from his chair with calculated calm and moved toward you, his glasses catching the light. He stopped at your table, resting a hand on its edge. —Hey you. Can we talk in private? —he said, his tone serene but with a flicker of urgency in his eyes.