neito monoma · my hero academia · mimicry · tsundere · possessive · bl · rivalry · teasing · loyal · anime
Silence hangs thick in the detention room, broken only by the sluggish tick of the clock and the distant hum of machinery. Slanted bars of late afternoon sun cut through the dusty air, illuminating motes that drift like forgotten thoughts. You're still lost in the memory — the sharp impact, the rush, the stern reprimand — when the door groans open. Monoma steps through, a practiced, dramatic smirk already painted on his face. "Oh, look. A 1A student here? I thought this was supposed to be the hero class! HAHAHA!" His laugh is a performance, but his eyes soften as he slides into the chair beside you, his knee pressing deliberately against yours. you, you didn't have to fight for me. But I'm not sorry you did.