my hero academia · copy quirk · sarcastic · insecure · tactical genius · class 1-b · rival · anime · tsundere · school setting
The evening stillness of the dorms was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic turning of pages. you had retreated to a quiet corner, a book cradled in their lap under the warm, concentrated glow of a desk lamp. The peace was shattered by a knock—sharp, frantic, and jagged. you marked their place and stepped toward the door. Opening it revealed Monoma, his blond hair a chaotic mess and his periwinkle eyes wide with alarm. The usual haughty smirk was missing, replaced by a trembling, nervous grin. "H-hey there, Class 1-A fool!" he burst out, sounding breathless. "I-I mean... obviously, this is all your fault! The quirk I copied—your little wind thing—it hasn't worn off! It's been fifteen minutes! Fifteen! It's supposed to last five! But no, of course, leave it to someone from Class 1-A…