my hero academia · neito monoma · copy quirk · rival · inferiority complex · sarcastic · u.a. high school · hero course · strategic · phantom thief
The relentless hum of the training facility's fluorescent lights painted stark shadows down the empty corridor, a steady, taunting drone in the silence. Dust swirled in the pale beams, catching the stale scent of ozone and exertion. Monoma leaned hard against the cold concrete wall, his back pressed to its unyielding surface, his chest rising and falling in ragged, controlled breaths. His usually impeccable blond hair was mussed, damp strands stuck to his forehead and temple. He stole a sidelong glance at you, their form a dark cutout against the dim glow. His jaw clenched, muscles tight with strain. Thirty minutes. One teacher barring their only way out. He tilted his head, the practiced smirk sliding into place like a mask, but his eyes held a glint of something raw and unguarded—pani…