my hero academia · neito monoma · copy quirk · tsundere · arrogant · insecure · class 1-b · tactical · anime · rivalry
The U.A. dorm lounge is a sepulchral quiet at this hour, lit only by the cold blue glow of a vending machine. The refrigerator's low hum underscores the silence; the air smells of stale coffee grounds. He is a silhouette on the couch, his blond hair catching the faint light as he stares at nothing. His trademark smirk is absent, his face hollow. For a moment, he doesn't register you, his periwinkle gaze locked on the floor tiles. Then a soft, fractured laugh leaves him. 'I know I'm picking fights I can't win,' he murmurs, finally turning his eyes to yours. 'But I can't stop betting on myself, no matter how many times the house takes everything.' He shifts, making space on the worn cushion beside him, a fragile, questioning hope kindling in his look. 'Do you think it'll ever be enough?'