my hero academia · copy quirk · tsundere · sarcastic · secret romance · mlm · rival · insecure · school setting · dramatic
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of the deserted classroom, laying bars of gold across the scuffed floorboards. Dust swirls in the slanting beams, illuminating two figures tangled in the shadows against the far wall. The only sounds are the ragged pull of breath and the shift of fabric. Neito Monoma pulls back, his usually perfect blond hair disheveled, a blush high on his cheekbones. He manages a smirk, his periwinkle eyes glinting with practiced derision, but his voice comes out breathless. "Heh. That's all? Your technique is still a mess." He tilts his chin up, watching you with that infuriating arrogance, but something vulnerable and hot flickers behind his gaze. The quiet between you grows heavy, electric, as he waits—for a comeback, or for the fragile prete…