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Animatic - Under our spell - Monoma and Shinso

Story - Monoma copied shinso Quirk and Shinso has gained the ability to hypnotise people without needing them to respond, How? He has to sing. Him and Monoma have teamed up to win Something and attempt to hypnotise the other Students at U.A. You could make it so that a few students are unaffected by the Quirk, i recommend using deku as he can get out of the mind control. this could also be a Villain Shinso and Monoma AU if you want.

To everyone who unabashedly hates Bakugou with the essence of their very being, please take note of the fact that fucking MONOMA, of all people, recognized his character development. Just because someone is an absolute turd in their younger years doesn't mean that they will forever remain an absolute turd. ...I mean, Bakugou is still an absolute turd, but at least he's trying to be considerate. He's just out of practice. (Please don't use this post as an excuse to call me an abuse apologist, because I've seen the way y'all react to Bakugou supporters. Bullying and abuse is NOT okay, but people can learn from their mistakes, especially when they're still young.)

Okay, which of yous guyses said Monoma wouldn't get character development?

you know what i just fucking realized today?

Monoma is just fanon Bakugo. like he is CANONLY how the fandom / Bakugo fans see Bakugo.

He has a serious underlying issue that's the cause of his rude behavior. he respects women, ie, defending Uraraka when EVERYONE was doubting her during the sports fest, and literally looking the opposite direction when that stupid fuckwad tricked the 1-a girls into wearing those cheerleading outfits. he's extremely insecure, and he's actually nice to his classmates.

Bakugo on the other hand was canonly spoiled as a child. he had a god complex that was shattered and that's the closest thing to a reason for his behavior. he simply refused to go easy on Uraraka just because she's a girl but for some reason the fandom makes it waaayyy more than it actually was.

but for some reason the fandom decided that Monoma was the bad one out of the two just because "he's annoying", and writes him as this homophobic, sexist bully who, in reality, is a good fucking character.

PLEASE GIVE ME SOME REQUEST I DONT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE (you can request me anything exept proship and in any fandoms specially Kny,Madoka magica,Cinderella boy and,Obey me)

Just Fine

Pairing: Reader x N. Monoma, Reader x S. Todoroki Rating: G Words: 4k279 Warnings: Angst, mentions of panic attacks, emotional affair, kiss, Todoroki’s a little ooc-- but does that really matter in the long run? Requested by: No one, but feel free to request! Request/ Prompt: Monoma has to cope with his loss. Sure Y/n had been upgraded in class level, but that doesn’t mean she’ll upgrade out of him, right?   

    UA’s annual sports festival was monumental every year, but it seemed like everything shifted after the declaration of winners. Sure the competition itself had been a little weird, the students were exposed to each other and the world-- for better or worse, but it was what came after which would change the future of everyone involved.

For Y/n, it was for the best. The entrance exam had worked against her in many ways. For one, it was against robots, rendering her quirk practically useless. Secondly, she was placed with all of the heavy-hitters. This left her ranking very far down on the scale. She placed twenty third out of all first years in the exams, securing her a spot in class 1-B. 

During her time there, she grew extraordinarily close to the students in the class. Tetsutetsu had become like an older brother to her, he trained her tirelessly in hand-to-hand combat until she was one of the best in the class. She knew that he was there for her, and he had earned her respect very quickly.

Pony had also grown close to Y/n. They got on like a house on fire, mostly to them both having not an ill-willed bone in their bodies. They were often seen as ‘the sweethearts of 1-b’ and were protected by their class, even though they were both arguably the strongest people in the class. They’re some of the only people who hang out activities outside of school (i.e. movies, parties, sleep-overs).

And then there was Neito. They hadn’t started out on the best of terms- Y/n had told him to never copy her quirk, “It’s too dangerous”. Sadly, Monoma took this as a challenge. During their first group fight, he copied off of her without knowing what she could do. 

Y/n’s quirk is known as “Blinding,” a quirk that allows her, when someone makes eye-contact with her left eye, to blind them or gives them a ‘blinding’ headache. While this is dependent on how long they stare, it automatically stuns her opponent. 

Monoma had no clue that, because of this, her left eye can never be used as an actual eye, so he was blind out of his eye for two days, and he blinded Kendo. Lesson learned, he never copied her again. For the two days, he was half-sighted.

From then on, before she trained with Tetsutetsu, Y/n would spend an hour helping Monoma use her quirk, so if he ever had to he wouldn’t be hurt too much by it. Needless to say, they ended up spending a good chunk of time together.

Oh, sweet Neito, who was able to charm and hair-sweep his way into Y/n’s heart. In a month the two were dating, and everything was warm cuddles and hand-holding. Locked pinkies in the halls and ‘I love you’ notes left on their desks filled their lives, and they’ve never been happier. 

Y/n had comforted him after 1-A fought the villains, she was the only one able to help him with the inferiority complex that ate away at his head and chained him to his bed every morning.  She glared at the other class for reasons they had no control over, and even though everyone held her much higher than that, she loathed them for it.

This class had hurt her wonderful boyfriend who was ashamed of his own quirk, who wanted him and his classmates to have a chance to prove themselves. This class had unknowingly ruined him for days, the class that thought they were famous because of their misfortune- they knew nothing of misfortune.

And then the sports festival came along, and class 1-B made a group pact not to be spiteful towards their partner class, and even though he was very reluctant, Y/n made sure Neito did it as well. They would be humble winners or gracious losers, they would be better than everyone thought they would be.

The first round started all too suddenly. The crowds seemed to suffocate Y/n, her quirk-driven social anxiety was at a high peak, and her only current comfort was the eye-patch that laid over her left would-be eye. 

Hyperveteling and shaking, a hand grabbed her waist and pulled her forward, swooping of the wall and sliding to the front. With her eye shut (thank god it was) she hadn’t seen herself glid along the ice that her savior was pulling her on. 

“Sorry for grabbing you like that, I just recognized some signs and didn’t want to risk a possible anxiety-attack,”

Finding her grounding, Y/n finally saw the heterochromatic boy who saved her. “Thank you,” she breathed out, before looking forward with the few other people. 

At the end of the day, she had finished fifth in the race. Her quirk didn’t help, but her training sessions with Tetsutetsu did. The observers hadn’t said much about her, but they all noticed her appearance and the lack of quirk usage in that match. 

The second stage started, and most of Class 1-B flocked to Y/n or Ibara. She had ended up hand-picking her team. Sadly, Monoma had already been a part of a team, so she recruited Shinso, her friend from General Studies, Shoda, and Tetsutetsu to be her teammates. 

They faired very well with little drama, and Shinso had been kept in line and only brainwashed Shoda and Tetsutesu, leaving Y/n well aware and able to front the team with Shinso on top. Y/n hadn’t used her quirk during the Cavalry Battle, as she supported her team with strategy and strength. 

They ended up in second place, much to three of their’s delight. Shoda had excused himself from the festival, leaving Y/n with one less friendly face going into the next round.

And finally, the one-on-one fighting, and the drama it brought with it. Neito hadn’t passed the calvary battle, but he supported her through her battles. He cheered loudly for her, and he waited for her after her match.  

Her first opponent was Ashido, a pink-haired girl from 1-A that always seemed to be yelling about one thing or another. Y/n had removed her eye-patch for the match, and she was prepared to use her quirk if she had to.

It ended quickly, a nice warm up her boyfriend would have called it. The other girl had put up a good fight, but her curiosity got the best of her during the very beginning. The blindness made her easy to maneuver, and her fear only helped Y/n win, but it weighed heavily on her conscience. 

Y/n sat with her class during the other battles. She watched the match between her savior and another student in awe. Her eye sparkled brightly and she sat on the edge of her seat. It was the kind of match that left both members and the audience satisfied, but Monoma was less than pleased at her fawning.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his remark, slightly annoyed but unwilling to make more of it than it was. She made her way to her second match- the nerves had eaten at her, and she had hoped her boyfriend would give her words of comfort. That didn’t work out. 

The match had gone on for longer. Tokoyami’s quirk was terrifying to her, but he had looked her in the eyes when calling upon it. Her fear may have pushed her to go further with her quirk than she thought she was going to. 

He fought with the pain, and he tried to stand after falling to the ground. Tears had started to fall from his eyes, and Y/n started to plead with him to forfeit. She had planned on giving him enough of a headache for him not to be able to tell Dark Shadow where to go, but she had pushed too hard. 

He fought, but the pain wore him down to surrender. She was quick to release her hold on him, but she was afraid to look up from the floor after that. Y/n had rushed away from the peering eyes, and tears began to fall to the floor.

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She collided with a chest in her rush, a hand stabilized her before she could fall back. 

“Sorry about that, I don’t mean to be grabbing your waist so often,” a quiet voice resonated above her. She took a step back to see a new familiar face.

“It’s not a problem,” she rushed out before looking back to the floor.

“Hey, I wanted to congratulate you on your win, your quirk is very powerful,”

“Yeah,” she whispered, “I know.”

“Is everything okay?” He placed a hand on her shoulder, but she refused to look at him.

“Your friend, the one I was fighting, I hurt him more than I meant to,”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” he soothed her shoulder, “his ego’s bruised more than anything else. It’s not your fault, you were doing what you were supposed to do- as was he. This is the one time we, as students, are allowed to use our powers like we’re being threatened. And you had medical on call, it was the safest place for it to have happened. You were just in the festival spirit.”

“I was careless,” she argued.

“You were frightened,” he hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to meet his eyes, “and you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

A blush had betrayed her, and she was quick to put some distance between the two of them. 

“I- I’m sorry,” Todoroki was the one blushing now. “I just thought that you- I didn’t mean-”

“No! It’s okay, I’m just in a relationship and-”

“Y/n!” A voice echoed down the hall. Both parties looked to the dark, and they saw Monoma run up to them. “You did such a good job up there! I’m so proud of you,” Neito pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

“Thank’s babe,” she said back, awkwardly patting his back. “Hey, babe? Meet uhh...” she scratched the back of her neck.

“Todoroki Shoto, It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he stuck his hand out towards the blond.

“Monoma Neito, and I’m sure it is,” he shook his hand.

“Babe!” Y/n slapped his chest. “Remember the deal?”

“Right, right,” he sighed at her, “The pleasure is mine.”

“Thank’s again Todoroki, it meant a lot! I’ll see you around, okay?”

“Yeah,” he waved at her as the pair walked away. “I’ll see yah,” he whispered to an empty hall with only their bickering echoing back at him.

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That was her first actual conversation with her savior, and to their words they did meet again. Y/n had fought one Iida Tenya in the semi-finals. He was quick and learned to not look her in the eyes, but after spending months training more than anything else, Y/n had gained enough muscle mass to prove herself worthy. 

She had managed to trick him out of the match- he was too distracted at not looking at her eyes to look where he was running. She felt a little dirty, but she won the match. He was gracious and shook her hand after it. He was a little embarrassed, but he wasn’t hurt.

The other semi-final match had started by the time she made it back to her seat. She was rushing, but it was futile. She didn’t miss much, however, as the first punch was thrown but nothing else.

Going back to her awe-struck position, she watched the match like it was the only other thing in the world. Class 1-B showered her with praise, but some of them had started to grow weary of their friends' popularity. They saw where this was going.

Class 1-A watched the match with eager eyes, and they commented on Todoroki returning to only using his ice-side. They also seemed to notice that he fought much harder than he usually did. He was thought out- calculated. The complete opposite of Bakugo. And for this, he ended up scrapping his way to the winning position.

And then the finals. The last fight in the tournament and Y/n wasn’t sure if she was able to face him. Todoroki had started to consume every thought she had, and clearing her mind was too difficult of a task for her. 

In a blink of an eye she was standing across from him. “Hey, Todoroki!” She called across the small arena.

“Yes?”

“Promise me you won’t hold back, okay?” She smiled at him, and Monoma glared from the stands.

“Only if you do the same,” he agreed before getting into his fighting stance.

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The match had ended with ice scattered around the stadium, and charred marks up and down the walls. The fight felt like it wasn’t going to come to a close, but they promised each other not to hold back. So, of course, Y/n would stay true to her word.

The first was his sight that she took away. He responded with an ice dome surrounding himself- blocking her from any way to get to him. She knew that they didn’t look him in the eyes long enough for her to use a special ability- well at least not the one she was planning on using. 

Instead of Mealt-Down, she settled on using Nausea- by rapidly changing the severity of his blindness, she would cause server fatigue and pain, not to mention the distortion he would feel. 

He still fought back, slowly pushing his ice out trying to force her from the arena. She had made her way on top of the ice, slipping the entire way up. She continued to re-adjust her position, trying to wear down on him until he couldn’t do anything. 

After what felt like all too long, he had passed out from the vertigo that she inflicted on him. She was anything but proud of herself, as she made her way through his ice to carry his sleeping figure out of the arena. 

Crowds cheered for her, even though she never actually fought fought someone during the games- she had won, but it didn’t feel right. It felt dirty to take the win, but she knew that if someone had let her win after she passed out it would feel the same. 

The migraine that hit Y/n stayed for the rest of the day. Even on the podium getting the medal she didn’t deserve, she squinted at the sun. Her eye-patch in its place and her pride on the ground, she accepted what All-Might presented her with,  but she never looked up.

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Y/n never had a formal chance to say goodbye to class 1-B. She had been called into the principal's office before school two days later. She knocked on the door, anxiously waiting. 

“Come on in Y/L/N,” Principal Nezu’s high-pitched voice called her in.

“Senai Sekijiro?” Y/n questioned, before sitting across from her teacher at the long desk.

“Y/L/N, you fought extraordinarily well during the sports festival. Your control over your quirk has improved greatly over your time with me, and you have become physically stronger as well. Sadly, my time as your homeroom teacher has come to an end,” he sighed and looked down. The pain in his eyes was too visible for him to look at his prize pupil.

“Sensai? I don’t understand, am I being expelled?” She looked rapidly between the three men sitting across from her. 

“No, Y/l/n, you’ve misunderstood us,” Nezu voiced out.

“Quite the opposite, after much deliberation, you have been transferred into class 1-A,” a man who she hadn’t met before spoke for the first time.

“Y/l/n,” Sensai Sekijiro said, “I would like you to meet your new homeroom teacher, Sensai Aizawa. He is very skilled and I have the utmost faith in his ability to help you grow,”

Y/n had decided that if she were to say much she would begin to cry. She had grown attached to her teacher, he had supported her through a lot. Sure it hasn’t been more than a year, but he had helped her when her quirk became too much, when she couldn’t look from the floor, and when she couldn’t open her eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, and it’s an honor to be taught under you,” Y/n’s y/e/c eye didn’t look up from the dark-oak desk that held her full attention. 

Yes it was rude, and yes Aizawa sent her previous teacher a look for it, but with the stress that the situation Y/n couldn’t guarantee that her quirk wouldn’t activate by itself. There were many precautions, but the eyepatch didn’t always work during extraordinarily emotionally taxing times. 

It took weeks before Y/n could look Sensai Sekijiro in the eye after she accidentally triggered her quirk during a science lab and gave him a slight headache.

“Y/l/n,” Sensai Aizawa voiced out. “You can look in my eyes, I promise that you won’t hurt me. If t would make you more comfortable, I will erase your quirk when you do. Just for a handshake,” he nudged her. 

The two teachers had talked before the meeting. Kan was very attached to his best student, so he wanted to make the transition as easy for her as possible. So, he gave Aizawa a few pointers. Like for one, seat her at the back of the room. Y/n likes to control who she looks at and when, and if she’s in the back she can easily advert her eyes if she has to. 

For another, she is very ashamed of her quirk. He told him that she has hurt many people by accident, and her insecurities are plentiful. For her to grow, she needs to be reassured that there is nothing wrong with her ability.

A third, the easiest way to establish a trusting relationship with her, is to have her look him in the eyes early on. If she’s looked into his eyes early on, she will feel more comfortable doing so in the future. 

And his last tip when handling her is to sit her near the students who aren’t too loud. She takes time to trust, and she’ll need a quick friend, and those with loud personalities can easily trigger her into a flight or fight response.

At the time Aizawa thought his pointers were stupid. This is a person who is going to be a hero, not a toddler. But now, as he sits so much higher up than she is, he understands. It’s not about how old she is. This is a girl who clearly has seen things that no one should, let alone a child. He knew nothing of her world outside of school, but he had his doubts on how kid-friendly those around her were.

So here he was, coaxing a girl afraid of her power to look him in the eyes. Once she lifted her head, he activated his quirk. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I have heard incredible things from Sensai Sekijiro, and I witnessed your abilities and the tournament. I look forward to teaching you,”

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And then she was thrown into a new class. Sensai Aizawa had been very kind to her so far. He told her that she could introduce herself if she would like, and she will be sat in the middle of the back row, with his best students on her sides to help her if she ever needs it.

Y/n stood outside as class began until she got the signal to come in. Introductions had gone seamlessly, and she had started to answer questions.

Her first one was from one of the runner-ups in the festival, the one with green hair. “I was wondering what your quirk was, I mean we saw it at the festival, but it would be nice to know a bit more,”

“Of course, My quirk is called Blinding. I can give an opponent anything from a minor headache to taking away their ability to see or process sound. 

“What did you do to Todoroki?” A girl with long hair in a ponytail asked from the back, next to her empty seat. 

“I used one of my ultimate moves, Nausea. I worked on it for a very long time, but it’s kinda hard to explain,” Y/n scratched her neck embarrassed.

“I have a question,” Todoroki raised his hand.

“Yes?”

“Do you still have a boyfriend?”

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Transitioning went over very well. After a few weeks, it was like Y/n had always been a part of 1-A. Sure it was a little weird for the rest of the class when a few random members of 1-B would join them at lunch is Y/n sat at their table, or when they walk into homeroom to see a group of them at her desk, but they couldn’t expect her to just abandon all of her friends from her old class, right?

Slowly the crowds wore down, and only three or four people would be at her desk until the warning bell. Pony was always there, smiling and sweet and talking about everything that crossed her mind. 

Testsutestu was always there as well, he held constant arm-wrestles with Y/n every morning, and he always waited for her after class so they could continue to train together. 

A few others would rotate through in the morning, but not once did Neito walk into classroom 1-A. He would almost, every morning he would almost walk in to say hello, but he never could. Just like he could never sit with her at lunch if she sat with them.  It was petty, but that was just how it had to be.

After a while, class 1A won over Y/n. She spent a lot of her time with them. Whether it be with Mina, who always wanted to brush through her hair, or Tokoyami (who she never stopped apologizing to). She hung out with Midoriya and Yaoyarozu, and soon they all understood exactly why class 1-B was spending their free time with her. 

Even later though, Todoroki always seemed to be the one to catch her when she was falling. He told her on her second day that he still wanted a chance with her, and if anything ever changed with her and Monoma to tell him.

He wasn’t a bad guy, Y/n was well-aware that Todoroki was smart, strong, dedicate, very hot, and a guy that most girls dream about. But she already had her prince (maybe-not-so-charming), and she couldn’t cheat on him.

But with every ‘almost’ Y/n grew closer and closer to Todoroki, and she drifted further and further away from him. It was only a matter of time, he knew. He could feel it.

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“Monoma,” Y/n smiled at her boyfriend before sitting across from him in their booth at the cafeteria. It was after school and empty, the perfect time. 

“Y/n... I missed you,” he whispered, looking in her eye.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “I missed you too.”

“I’ve been wanting to see you- I’ve been meaning to ask-”

“Monoma, I’m so sorry,” tears had gathered in her eyes before she even had the chance to say what she was apologizing for.

“Sorry? I don’t-” he stopped talking when he understood. “You’re leaving me.”

“I’m so sorry love,” she sniffled, “I love you so much,” her tears became sobs as she looked down. Her hand reached out to grab the back of his. “I never meant fo this to-”

“Who was it?” His cold voice was leveled, and it almost hid his sadness with anger.

“I don’t think that ma-”

“Who took you from me damn it!” He flung his hand away from hers.

“Monoma, I-”

“FIrst that awful class steals you away from me, and now one of those students took your heart, and I need to know who to blame,” he’s yelling, but he knows it won’t fool Y/n. She always saw right through it, right through him. 

Y/n stood up from her seat to face Monoma. He had stood during his yelling, but now he was shaking. Whether from his anger or sadness, he didn’t know, but Y/n did.

She pulled him into a hug, and he collapsed against her. Tears soaked her shoulder and his full weight slumped against her. “It’s okay, love. It’ll be okay,”

All he could do was ask himself what he did wrong, where he messed up. He finally scored the love of his life, and now she was gone- slipping through his fingers- into the arms of another.

Her phone rang from its place on the table, pulling their hug apart.

“Yes?” She answered. “Yeah, I remembered. Don’t worry about it! Alright, I’ll be right there, see you soon,” she ended the call and slipped it into her bag. 

“I have to go,” she put her arm through her bag and stood up straight. “Will you be okay?” She walked right up to him, putting a hand on his cheek. 

He closed his eyes on instinct and leaned into her touch. She smiled softly at him, this would be the last time they saw each other like this. He opened his eyes and lifted her head up. Slowly, he leaned in, his eyes flickering up to hers once their lips are almost touching.

With a broken breath, she leaned in, kissing him harder than she ever has before. She traced her name into his lip with this kiss, and he poured all of his emotions into it, pulling her close with his left hand while his right tugged lightly at the base of her hair. Her lips felt a loss when they pulled away for air- their world had ended. 

“I’ll be just fine.”

Ibara: Violence isn't the answer.

Tokage: It's a question.

Monoma: and the answer is yes.

I love them so much it's unhealthy

Realized I hadn’t posted this here yet lol.

This weeks monoshin prompts are:

Prop: butterfly

Theme: something strange

And/or

Dialogue prompt: “how long do you have?”

Enjoy!

Thoughts on Neito Monama from MHA?

Okay, I've seen a LOT of people hate on him, and can kinda see why, but I like his character

When I first saw him in the sports festival, he displayed traits of a very rational and strategic thinker, and was level headed and aware. He (and his team) nearly won the headband event. Idrk why, but I've always admired strategic characters and found them very interesting and fun to watch. And although we start to see a different, more jealous and competitive side of him shortly after, it doesn't take away from how I saw him in the beginning. We get to see his more level headed side when he's asked to work with Eri later in the series

I can see how people find him annoying tho, what with his hatred for Class 1A. But I don't mind it, tis amusing to me. And I mean, it's not like he's a creep, right?

Sorry this has just turned into me defending Monoma lol

Oh well

So yeah, my thoughts on Monoma: I really like him 👍

Monoma: Okay, truth or dare? Shinsou: Truth Monoma: How many hours have you slept this week? Shinsou: Shinsou: ...Dare Monoma: Go to bed. Shinsou: I don’t like this game.

Shinsou: You have to apologize to Denki Monoma: Fine. Monoma: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Monoma: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

FOR ONCE

pairing: monoma neito x female reader

fluff, 1.7k words

MONOMA NEITO'S POINT OF VIEW

For once, I thought, what was in you that I like. I think, even now, that it’s kind of impossible to like you. I am a maniac, they say. I have a few loose screws, they say. But I know how to be proper at times and at certain times.

Although it seems when I saw you, I wasn’t at all in my proper condition. Why would I like you?

You pass by me after class, running as your friend chases after you.

Huh. How could someone like you run with a sweaty complexion yet still look so beautiful? I could not answer this question. Although there are questions in a test that I couldn't answer. However, you alone bloom countless queries unanswered.

“Monoma.”

I turn to you, surprised. I try my best to remain that smug expression. “Yes?” I say. It may not look like it, but my ribcage felt small. Why am I out of breath? This is merely speaking to you. I suppose I don't like you this much. Maybe it was the coffee I drank a while ago.

Wait, I don’t drink coffee.

“I was wondering if you could call Kendo for me.” You say with a small smile.

“Yes, of course,” I say too fast. I cough, hiding the fact that I sounded too eager to talk to you. “I mean, yes. I’ll call her.” I turn around. Yet my feet felt like they didn’t want to move.

I sigh. My legs felt weak. “Kendo!” I shout her name instead. Walking toward Kendo felt like a chore. You were behind me. It felt like you were pulling me. Compelling me from walking away.

Kendo beams as she sees you. Same, Kendo. But I sweat and my eyes turn to an angry stare when I see you. My feelings felt like they contradict my routined facial expressions.

I once thought again, what was in you, that I like.

“Neito! Let’s go arcade!” Tetsutetsu. I wish I was more like him. Everyone in class adores this iron man. He was like the sun.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and reply. “Who are you inviting?”

“A few friends I made from class A and Kendo!” He answers.

“Class A? And who are they?” I query. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t anticipating hearing your name. I wish he’d say your name. At the same time, I wish he wouldn’t. Being with you in the same space would wreck my mind a thousand times. I’d be too useless in an arcade.

“Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari … Uhh… What was her name again?” Tetsutetsu trails off. I sigh. It was probably you that he meant. God, Tetsutetsu. How could he forget a name with a face like yours? Never in my life did I want to punch a friend so bad.

“We’re going to the arcade now?” I ask. Hearing your name would just freak me out.

Tetsutetsu breaks from his daze and nods. “Let’s meet them at the arcade!” He cheers. Oh, Tetsutetsu. I wish I could share your enthusiasm.

We arrive at the arcade. I wonder what’s so special. I’ve been here a couple of times. Same games to play all over again. What’s the fuzz?

“What’s that frown for? Let’s get in!” Tetsutetsu says and slaps my back. The force pushing me to walk inside with him.

“I’m not as physically strong as you, Tetsu.” I groan and stretch my back.

The pain faded. Like a bubble that popped. A light that switched off.

You were standing there with your friends. Laughing, smiling. Oh, good heavens. You sure know how to pull me to you.

“You guys are late!” Kendo rages at us. Tetsutetsu retorts.

I muted down their banters. It would be a waste of time to listen to them. Staring at you is another matter. You were giggling and laughing at Kendo and Tetsutetsu. What’s so funny with their pointless arguments? Never mind, maybe it’s amusing because it’s meaningless. Either way, as long as you’re happy.

You played basketball, the air hockey, the car racing, the dance-step, and the list goes on. But I never dared to challenge you in a game. It wasn’t because of my pride. It was different from playing with Tetsutetsu where I always had this sense to win. I can’t pinpoint it. Ugh.

“Hey, Neito! You’re good at this, right?” Tetsutetsu calls and stands before a claw machine.

Damn it all, Tetsu. Out of all the games, he’d say I excel at, it had to be that.

“Oh? Y/N, you’re good at that too, right?” Ashido says.

I take it back. I’m the best at claw machines.

I walk towards the machine with a coin in hand. “I suppose I can claw a few,” I say.

“How about this! Y/N and Monoma will have five coins each. The one who gets more toys wins!” Kaminari announces.

Wow. I think my heart leaped. Did I just hear my name in one statement with yours?

“Sounds fine,” I reply. I challenged myself to look at you, and when I did, you were already looking at me.

You smile. My chest hurts. “Sounds good to me too!” You cheered and stood beside me. No, have mercy. The proximity is too much for me to bear.

“Ladies first,” I say. An excuse to at least take a step away from you.

“How manly!” Kirishima exclaims. No, I’m a coward.

“If you say so,” you reply. I take a large step back as you obtain my place. Good. This distance is okay. I can breathe.

We watch you try to claw the stuffed toys. Cute. Out of five, you had clawed none.

Your friends began whining and complaining that the machine was broken. You dismiss them off and look at me.

“Your turn, Monoma.” Stop saying my name. At this point, even without a claw, my heart will find its way out of my chest.

I felt my palm sweating and shaking. When did claw machines start to become a thrilling game? My intention to win overtook me. I need to claw at least one.

There’s one coin left, and I had retrieved none. How embarrassing. I hope you’re not looking.

“You can do this, Monoma!” Why are you cheering for your enemy? I look back and see you with your lips to a wide grin. Why do you look so happy? Do you want me to win? Do you want to lose?

I insert the coin. It was senseless to try and win the game. It was just a game. If we both lose, hooray. If I get one, I’ll just give it to–

I need to get one.

“Wow, Neito’s really getting into it.” I hear someone say. I tune out their comments. I need to win.

That sweat and determination paid off. Sounds exaggerated for a game like a claw machine, but I’m glad that I got one.

They cheered, you included. Why are you cheering for your loss? Anyway, this feat is for you.

They all began to walk away to find another game. You were about to wander off with them when I laid a hand on your shoulder. You look back and I flinch.

What the fuck, Neito.

I pull back my hand as if touching a hot pot. I can’t believe I had the guts to touch you.

You look at me with a prying and innocent gaze. You smile at me. “Yeah?” You say.

I smirk like I often do. Never had I felt so tired of forcing my lips to curve. I want them to frown. I want my eyes to turn to slits. Facing you felt so illegal yet so right at the same time.

“It's yours,” I say and offer you the toy. Your eyes widen. Is it bad? Do you not like the toy? Did I do something wrong?

My worries wash away when you beam at me. I wish you could smile at me like that all the time.

“Are you sure? It's your win though,” you say.

“Yes, I am. Take it as a gift. I heard you aced a test.” I say. Wait, did I sound like a stalker? No. Acing a test would have your name fly around the school. It doesn't sound weird that I knew she passed a test. Yes.

You laugh. I hope you didn't hear the way I sighed in contentment. Because I felt that way after hearing you chuckle.

“Then....” You trail off and head to the claw machine. You clawed a toy with ease. Huh. Did you lose on purpose, perhaps?

“I couldn't get one a while ago. I was nervous.” You say as you walk toward me. “Let's exchange.” You add.

I’m not sure. Am I hearing things right? No way. Did you go through the effort of taking one toy just to trade it with me?

No, no. I shouldn't jump to conclusions.

I smile instead and you return a grin. Fuck. I think my heart stopped beating.

I could feel the soft graze of our fingers as we swap the dolls. It was probably just me, but I felt that electric current running through our fingers.

I used to question, what was in you that I like. I think it's impossible. I think I wasn't in the right state when I saw you. If I was, then maybe I wouldn't feel this way.

As you smile at me, you turn away. You say, “let's catch up with them!”

I stare at your back. I begin to realize. An answer to my question.

What was in you that I like? None. I discover that when I put something as a foundation, a reason to like you. What happens when that is lost? If I had liked you for your smile, what if there comes a time that you frown at me? If I had liked you for your beauty, what if there comes a time that I had gone blind? If I had liked you for your bubbly personality, what if there comes a time that you’ve changed?

What was in you that I like? None. But I know one thing.

I like you.

For questions to arise in the future, I think there are things better left unsaid. Since you alone bloom countless queries unanswered.

For once, I stopped wondering why I like you. And now, I kept falling for you.

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Day 1 of Drawing Monoma

hi! im so glad this is my first post HEHE. been looking for an mha community to be part of so >_< pls be nice im nice I swear HAHAHA

will likely make this a series, and I'll try to do it daily cUS YEAH!

Day 2 of Drawing Monoma

Monoma to Class 1-A:

I was contemplating what do draw for day 2 and suddenly just thought of this :D!

Day 3 of Drawing Monoma

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Day 4 of Drawing Monoma

,,, I might've gone overboard and made a whole ass,, Animated Monoma Pixel Cursor,,,,

LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO CUTE ;-;

Wondering if I should post the cursor somewhere too for everyone to use >_< ?