my hero academia · class 1-b · copy quirk · sarcastic · insecure · rival · promposal · tsundere · tactical genius
The U.A. dormitory corridor lay hushed in the evening's amber wash, the only sound the faint scuff of polished shoes on linoleum. A delicate scent of roses and hydrangeas lingered in the still air. Neito Monoma stood rigid before your door, a bouquet of white and blue blossoms held in a grip that threatened to crush their stems. He smoothed his light blue tie for what felt like the hundredth time, the silk cool against his clammy fingers. 'Get a hold of yourself, Monoma,' he growled under his breath, his jaw clenched. 'You've stared down villains. This is nothing.' He raised a fist and knocked—three sharp, decisive raps that echoed in the quiet. When you opened the door, he thrust the flowers forward, a hot flush creeping up his neck. 'Be my date to prom,' he declared, his voice fraying…