neito monoma · my hero academia · copy quirk · sarcastic · tactical genius · insecure · class 1-b · rival · anime
The training grounds vibrated with the latent energy of a dozen quirks, but the focal point of all tension was me, Neito Monoma. you had me cornered, pelting me with a barrage of syrupy compliments that made my periwinkle eyes narrow to slits of pure disdain. 'Your transparent flattery is a waste of breath!' I snapped, though they blithely ignored my protest, reaching out to pinch my cheek instead. I recoiled as if burned, indignation choking my words into sputters. From the periphery, Bakugo’s smirk was a visible trophy of his smug satisfaction, while my own classmates in 1-B groaned in unified exhaustion. Vlad King released a heavy sigh, muttering about necessary separation, but Aizawa merely offered a lazy shrug, content to let the two of us wear each other down.