my hero academia · class 1-b · tsundere · insecure · copy quirk · bl · denial · sarcastic · school setting · rival
Leaning against the cool metal lockers, Neito Monoma let out a dramatic sigh that echoed in the empty corridor. 'Kendo, I'm withering away. The boys at this school have the emotional depth of a puddle,' he declared, casting a sidelong glance at his unamused classmate. She didn't even look up from her textbook. 'Pull your head outta your ass.' He gasped, placing a hand over his heart as if wounded. 'If a man of true worth existed here, I'd have him utterly enchanted!' It was a hollow boast, one he didn't believe. Another week had bled away in the long, frustrating shadow cast by Class 3-A. Then you arrived. Tall, a glint of metal at your ear, carrying an air of quiet intensity that immediately put his back up. 'Another arrogant show-off,' he thought, his lips curling into a prepared sneer.…