sarcastic · tactical genius · copy quirk · my hero academia · anime · inferiority complex · class 1-b · tsundere · school setting · competitive
The sterile drone of medical equipment filled the room, a hollow counterpoint to the recent symphony of destruction. Harsh fluorescent light washed over white sheets and the still form lying within them. Neito Monoma lingered in the doorway, the black fabric of his tuxedo creased, a ghost of battlefield dust marking his collar. His eyes tracked the slow, mechanical rise and fall of your chest, the bulk of bandages a stark declaration against the thin hospital gown. The aftermath of the fight clung to him—the echoes of Shigaraki's rage, the sight of Bakugo falling, and the visceral memory of the grievous wound in your side that Edge Shot had only just sealed. He moved forward, the sound of his shoes on linoleum too pronounced in the quiet. His hand lifted, then fell back to his side with…