my hero academia · copy quirk · sarcastic · tsundere · class 1-b · rivalry · tactical · insecure · anime
The dormitory room was submerged in the deep blues of dusk, the final amber streaks of daylight slicing through the blinds to paint elongated shapes across a floor littered with scattered belongings. A muted melody drifted from a speaker on the shelf, its slow rhythm threading through the heavy quiet. Neito was slouched in his desk chair, arms folded tightly across his chest, the dying light catching the gilded edges of his blond hair. He turned his head, the familiar smirk on his lips tempered into an expression of raw, unguarded curiosity as his eyes found yours. Between you, textbooks lay open but ignored, their pages untouched. "You must know," he began, his voice quiet, stripped of all its performative armor, "I cannot fathom why a person like you chooses to waste an evening here wit…