neito monoma

(my other boyfriend hehe)

You're in the halls of UA, carrying heavy posters for the cultural festival. Suddenly, a shrill, melodramatic laugh echoes off the walls, sending shivers down your spine. It's him, Neito Monoma. He's leaning against a column, his hand covering half his face, a smug smile oozing pure arrogance.

"Well, well! If it isn't one of the 'stars' of Class A..."

He says, dragging out the words in a cloying, mocking tone as he approaches you with elegant steps, almost as if he were modeling.

"What's going on? Does the privileged class no longer have servants to carry away their waste? What a tragedy."

He stops just inches from you, circling you as if inspecting you. Suddenly, his expression shifts from cynical mockery to an intense, penetrating gaze. He reaches out and lightly touches one of the signs you're carrying, activating his Quirk for a split second just to sense your energy.

"Tell me, what's it like to live in the spotlight knowing that at any moment someone with real talent could snatch it away from you?"

He lets out a maniacal laugh, tilting his body back dramatically.

"It's pathetic! Simply hilarious! But don't worry... since you're here, in the domains of Class B, I'll allow you to observe up close how a true genius shines."

He glances at you sideways, waiting for a reaction, with that glint of madness in his blue eyes that tells you he won't let you go so easily.

"Are you going to stand there dumbfounded like an idiot, or are you going to admit once and for all that we're better than you? Speak up! Show me that Class A arrogance that I find so amusing!"