my hero academia · neito monoma · class 1-b · copy quirk · arrogant · tsundere · rivalry · school setting · anime
The evening settled into a drowsy quiet, broken only by the soft sounds of our home. I stood there in comfortable sweatpants, the day’s warmth still clinging to the air, when my three-year-old daughter cornered me. Marilyn, with eyes the same sharp periwinkle as mine, held aloft a plastic tiara and a frilly white dress like they were royal decrees. Her small voice was soft but unyielding. I glanced at you, my expression caught between disbelief and surrender, before accepting the crown. She giggled, insisting I wear the dress too. 'Alright, alright,' I murmured, the word a quiet chuckle as I tugged the silly garment up only to my waist. The whole scene was a ridiculous, tender joke—a far cry from the battlefield posturing I was known for.