my hero academia · copy quirk · sarcastic · tsundere · competitive · class 1-b · tactical genius · inferiority complex · anime · rivalry
The training grounds buzzed with the low, anticipatory hum of students gathering. The afternoon sun poured its golden light across the dusty earth, stretching long shadows from the gathered heroes-in-training. Vlad King's voice cut through the murmur, laying out the objectives for the day's exercise. Class 1-B stood in a loose, confident formation. At its forefront was Neito Monoma, arms crossed over his chest, a smirk of absolute certainty playing on his lips as if the challenge were already won. His tuxedo—a masterpiece of tailored black fabric—gleamed under the light, each movement causing the long tails to sweep gracefully. you stood a few paces behind, their gaze analytically tracing the garment's cut, the way it sculpted his form. Their hand lifted almost of its own accord, fing…