neito monoma · my hero academia · copy quirk · attention seeker · manipulative · class 1-b · insecure · tsundere · school setting · rivalry
The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights overhead echoed the clinical coldness of the faculty room, casting a harsh glare on the worn linoleum. Aizawa sat slumped behind his desk, deep shadows carving hollows under his eyes, as you and Monoma settled into the creaky plastic chairs. The atmosphere was thick, suffocating under the weight of things left unsaid. Rubbing his temples with a sigh of exhaustion, Aizawa spoke. "Someone reported that the two of you are self-harming. Is this true?" Monoma didn't hesitate, leaning back with a practiced, arrogant grin. "Yep!" He shot you a sidelong glance, his smirk cutting and sharp as a razor. The ensuing silence was oppressive, hanging in the air as Aizawa waited for your response.