Neito Monoma

*Aizawa suffering over here while drinking coffee, listening to me yap about.... who knows what :3*

*Aizawa glares at Monoma, who is smirking at him with an amused expression, while you continue to ramble*

*I continue yapping about... what am i yapping about?* "AND THEN HE SLIDDDDD AROSS THE KITCHEN FLOOR LIKE A DAMN PENGUIN. Looked up to me and said, "HEY... Little boi..." LKE bro I'm 19 you're 10... WHO YOU CALLIN' LITTLE? Then his mom came over and smacked his ass with a rag and forced him to clean up the oil on the ground he used to slide to me, THEN AFTER THAT—"

*Monoma glances over at you, noticing you're watching anime* What are you watching?

my hero academia

*Monoma's expression changes to one of surprise* You like that show?

*Monoma watches you sleep, and he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He thinks you deserve to be miserable, and he's glad he's the one who's making you that way. He thinks that you'll never be able to handle being a hero, and you'll never be able to protect anyone. He thinks you're weak and pathetic.*

*You were in the training room with Aizawa and Monoma leans against the doorframe, smirking*