#( monoma neito ; egotistical support )

[4rmins]

✐˚ ༘ 𓂃⊹ — 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟎𝟏

neito monoma x reader

in which. . . y/n l/n has always prided themselves on being a top student, driven by the need to succeed. earning a full-ride scholarship to ua university only further fueled their determination to excel even further. neito monoma, on the other hand, is the exact opposite in every way, except when it comes to academics. confident to the point of arrogance, neito monoma is brash, insufferably smug, and impossibly egotistical. with his sharp tongue and cocky attitude, he always finds a way of getting under y/n l/n's skin. since their first semester at ua, the two have been locked in an intense rivalry, competing for the top spot in every class they shared. what started off as a desire to prove themselves morphed into something far more personal. for y/n l/n, the rivalry outgrew mere academic competition, turning into deep-seated disdain for neito monoma. however, neito monoma's feelings are a different story. what started as competition between classmates has gradually turned into something far more complex: an unexpected attraction that he's reluctant to admit, but can't seem to shake. as the two enter their fourth semester at ua, their animosity remains as strong as ever. however fate, in the name of professor nemuri kayama, has other plans and they've been paired together for a semester-long project. forced to collaborate and co-exist in close proximity, their already volatile relationship reaches new levels of tension. with every interaction, their "mutual" dislike only deepens, and yet, something else begins to stir beneath the surface. neither of them are prepared for the consequences of being so close, where the lines between rivalry, contempt, and something else entirely become impossible to ignore. classification : quirkless!au, college!au, smau, written fiction trope : enemies to reluctant allies to lovers

warnings/potential triggers: cursing, usage of kys/kms humor, multiple gay jokes in the sense of “haha your gay” or “get this gay stuff off my screen”. i am gay so take that as you will. mentions of drug/alcohol use by supporting characters. mentions of being an engineering major.

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[probablybadmonomaficideas]

Here’s one that came to me in a dream.

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You know how the summer camp got attacked right? What if because Monoma was the only 1B student in the study building (is that what it was called???) he feels really guilty for not being able to help his classmates. Not in the egotistical way but in the “I should of been supporting my classmates. Not sitting in the building being useless. And I’m no good to anyone” way.

What if he realizes that he shouldn’t be thinking this and that his classmates are acting jumpy or just not themselves. So, he decides to ask Vlad King for the class (Not just him. He’s a genuinely good friend.) to be given therapy. And not by Hound-dog. He’s a counselor. Not a licensed therapist if I remember right.

Maybe he asks for Vlad to not tell the class it was him because he knows that if someone volunteered him for therapy he would not be happy. Monoma does tell 1B eventually, when their in a better mental space though. And they understand. Also Monoma apologizes to Iida for the stain comment and to the general class about his comments. (Except Bakugo lmaooo.)

Also what if the other high schools come to visit UA for some reason and when they see 1B they expect them to be as chaotic, wild, and crazy as 1A. But they’re surprised to be proven wrong. (1B does banter and tease but it is much healthier than class 1A. Both emotionally, physically, and mentally because 1A wasn’t given therapy. There’s so many other things I could add.)

And if Yo and Neito are friends in this one maybe Neito asks for advice about cope with villain attacks/how help his classmates through this. But like in a really, really sneaky way.

That leads to Yo asking Mrs. Joke about it too, because HUH???:

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Yo when was asked about this: “what the fuck??? You had to ask for therapy from the teacher/people in charge of UA??? They’re supposed to do that without prompting!!” And him and Mrs. Joke just end up debating whether or not�� to just to yoink all of 1B and make them students of Ketsubutsu. They don’t, but it was this close to happening. (I imagine that Monoma’s the little brother of Yo’s class.)

And that is what leads to Ketsubutsu High showing up. I am not sure why the other schools would show up though….

[frgetmenotz]

kin tags - p2

[diary-of-deadweight]

BNHA short(kinda): My dude you just got PRANKED!

A Trolling Neito Monoma fic.

Authors note: this was inspired by a prompt I found on Pinterest.

Credit to rebel circus. (I had to squint to see if I was reading it right.)

Summary: after being tasked with vandalising one of monoma’s dress shirts, he’s out looking for the perpetrator but with less then stellar luck it seems.

“For today’s homework assignment-“ a unified groan resounded throughout the classroom at the prospect at doing homework until their hands ached made Aizawa’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance of being interrupted by the slackers of the class like Denki, Kirishima, Mina and Sero to name a few, “do you think the hero life is all glitz and glamour?” Asked the blunt, dry eyed and sleep deprived homeroom teacher rhetorically, awaiting the snarky comments to fly out of the kids mouths like bullets about how boring or how necessary they thought homework was when in actually it played a big factor, especially to those in the hero course, so when he heard the sweet sound of silence, something he wished would be a daily occurrence in Class 1-A but alas he could only dream and savour this moment into his head as it’ll be the only time it happens throughout the rest of the semester, “the answer I was looking for was no, even the pros have to do paperwork day in day out but you don’t hear them complain about it to the public now do you? So grow up and pretend to be ecstatic.”

He then proceeded to hand out the homework to everyone in the class one by one before proceeding to explain the material to you all, “ your homework, before I was so rudely interrupted,” He casted a sharp gaze to the Bakusquad in specific that it almost made Denki short circuit, “ is to create a constructive criticism analysis on your assigned classmate, I made sure that no one got anyone they were familiar with so you’ll make use of your brains for once, and how they can improve as a hero going forward into this course, it’ll be due in this time next week, class dismissed.” Aizawa waved all of you off, just in time as the bell rang out for lunch as he proceeded to crawl into his iconic yellow sleeping bag like a caterpillar who came out of his cocoon too early, which was apparently funny to you as that was exactly how you acted after a harsh day of training and a body load of aching muscles, scrapes and bruises, you couldn’t really complain though as becoming a hero requires intense training regimens and strict diets, so you knew that Aizawa was only doing what was beneficial for everyone in getting maximum results; you knew everyone in your class had the potential of becoming an awesome hero one day...except for Mineta...he’d be the biggest disappointment, you don’t have anything against the little creep but his personality stank like dog shit and it shows, no wonder his only ‘friend’ was the electric blonde with a short circuitry problem, you could withstand the flirtatious dunce more so then grape stain.

“Oi idiot,” a gruff voice cut through your thoughts like a hot knife through butter, turning your attention to the ash blonde leaning against the doorway, bag slumped over his shoulder as he stared at you with furrowed brows and crossed over arms, “you coming or do I have to drag you to eat something?”

“I’m coming, I’m coming keep your pants on angry chihuahua.” He growled at the nickname and that was pretty much all he did while you grabbed your bad and shove your notebook and your assignment inside with haste to then run out the door in order to catch up with Bakugou and his big ass strides that somehow didn’t falter under the weight of his big ass head as your journey to the canteen was riddled in silence and minimal conversations, which you didn’t really mind as you’d probably gain a headache if you went with Mina, Kirishima, Denki and Sero instead, you really didn’t know how Bakugou could deal with that constant noise and to be honest, he couldn’t stand it. At all. So he resorted to blocking out people’s obnoxious voices whenever he was with the group but today he decided that he should just walk to the canteen with you as you weren’t the most talkative nor were you a walking, talking headache either, something he appreciates but would refuse to admit it as his big ass ego stops him from doing so.

“Who did you get for the assignment,” he asked, straight to the point as ever, not bothering to engage in eye contact with you.

“Don’t know, I haven’t looked yet if I’m being honest.” You confessed, shrugging your shoulders, not really seeing why it would be of any consolation to him. “Well take a look now, no ones stopping you from doing so dumbass, you aren’t a dog patiently waiting for a treat.” He reaches a hand up to flick you on the forehead as if punishing your for your idiocy as you instinctually reached up to rub the spot he flicked to be rid of any stinging sensations, “your so mean katsushi!”

“It’s Katsuki. You dingbat.”

“Nope I’m pretty sure it’s Katsushi”

You two went back and forth like this for the rest of the walk so that when you were nearing the entrance of the canteen you noticed that Bakugou stopped walking some time ago, so turning to ask him what was wrong only to see his face contorted into anger at whatever he was seeing before him that was somewhat invisible to you for some reason the more you looked round the two of you fruitlessly, “ Oi Katsushi, what are yo-“ he grasped your cheeks in his hand with little to no pressure, turning your head so you could see where his scarlet eyes had narrowed in on.

It was class 1-Bs copy cat, the lilac eyed and avid hater of 1-A, Neito Monoma, the usually smug blonde was currently harassing all your friends, claiming that one of them at that table had vandalised his dress shirt that had scrawled across the back of it in blue marker and pretty pink glitter that was super glued within the heart outline was :

‘I ❤️ class 1-A’

You would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for Bakugou cupping your face in his hand so instead all that came out of your mouth was incoherent spluttering which earned you some weird stares from the students walking past you and the crimson eyed time bomb to get into the canteen as you two were well...kinda blocking the path but no one was brave enough to say anything about it due to the Male next to you, speaking of the Male next to you, Bakugou had a smirk plastered on his face that would -hopefully, for his case- come off as cocky before his face automatically rested to his 24/7 ‘I’m going to kill you and make it look like an accident’ face the second Monoma caught sight of the two of you and was now currently in front of your faces, ignoring the personal space he was invading, by this time Bakugou finally let your face go from his grip as he clenched his fists at the sight of the copy cat that tried to make a fool out of him during the Calvary battle at the sports festival.

“Are either of you 1-A scumbags gonna fess up for tarnishing my shirt?!” The lilac eyed egotist shoved his -surprisingly- nice smelling dress shirt mingled with the scents of blueberry scented marker and dried glue under your noses as you mentally groaned at the intoxicating smell of men’s cologne but mainly one in specific and it seemed that Monoma HAD that specific cologne that made you weak in the knees, you just wanted to know what it was called so you could get bottles of it for yourself damn it!

“Why would your dumbass assume that it was me who did it huh? You’ve got some big balls copy cat” Bakugou stated with a scowl, staring Neito down just as he did the same, you swore you saw a little bolt of lighting spark between them the longer they looked at each other as if they were in a cliche anime where two of the characters stare each other down in anger with a bolt of light is struck between them to add effect for their feud or something while you tried bidding the fact that you were about to blow a fuse trying to hold back your laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation, to find your self slowly weaken and loose self control.

‘I can’t this is too funny!’

With that you bursted our laughing so hard that you had to lean into Bakugou for support so that you don’t fall to the tiled floor in a heap of laughing limbs, unable to stop for the time being, surly Monoma had more then just one dress shirt in his closet right? Unless it was his favourite dress shirt but still a reaction to a harmless prank like this was totally unnecessary and a tad dramatic for your tastes that when you finally calmed down from your laughing fit, you unknowingly gained the attention of nearly everyone in the canteen, who turned to see what the unnecessary loud laughing was about.

“ I didn’t do it Neito, I’m not that petty.”

“Then why did you laugh as loudly as you did, only people who committed the crime laugh as loudly as you did just now, so why don’t you admit it (l/n) and confess that you vandalised MY shirt.” Neito squinted his eyes suspiciously as if to get you to crack under pressure but what was there to crack when there is no pressure being placed upon, he was that bad at trying to get you to crack that you didn’t really feel like you were being put under pressure as of right now while Bakugou could only scoff and roll his eyes at Neito’s quick judgment.

“I was laughing because (1) it’s a natural response to something this stupid and (2) who ever did it is a freaking genius!” You defended yourself as the patience within Monoma was wearing thin and his plasticine face was growing redder by the second as he huffs in annoyance, turning on his heel and stomping back to his table to sulk about his tainted shirt to his reluctant classmates who found the situation just as ridiculous as you did.

So as you and Bakugou were waiting in line for some spicy curry he turned to you with a knowing look in his eye, “ you did it didn’t you?”

“What gave it away mr observant?”

“The scented markers and the glitter pot you “borrowed” from raccoon eyes’ room with false promises of returning it one day.”

You nodded your head, turning your head towards the line in front of you with an equally knowing look in your eyes, “well done Katsushi, I was dared by Denki to do so...plus I had some inside contact within class 1-B who found Monoma just about as intolerable as we do.”

Bakugou only grunted in response as he looked back at Monoma’s table where the blonde had his head resting upon the shoulder of a tense Tetsutetsu or ‘man of iron’ you had him named in you contacts.

“But seriously who’s the idiot you got before copy cat shoved his prized possession in our faces.”

[cupids-flight]

@reflectionbound​ | Neito Monoma (Egotistical Asshole)

     Neito. His first name. To think Madea sees them as this familiar; a Class A student at that. This must be Kendou’s influence. “ It would be wise for you to recognizerivals from friends. ” He beings, palms reaching out and facing upwards. His truth lies flat on them. There’s a part of him that’s envious, but he won’t admit that. Class A’s own Quirk copier; why has Neito been placed in Class B?

     Admittedly, he wonders what Maeda possesses that’s beyond his own ability.

    “ If this is a challenge, then I accept. ” His lips fall to a soft smile in place of his prior competitive grin. Lowly, he exhales. “ I thought you might understand, given the nature of our Quirks. ” They rely on others. Then again, Maeda has an advantage. In comparison, Maeda’s a step above as he can always Tap himself. “ But I realized we aren’t on equal leveling, which is why you have such an easier time in hero training. I’m sure Creation suits you quite well. ”

    One arm swings down to his side, and the other points to his temple. “ As for me, I don’t get the chance to have such a cutesy Quirk. Love Tap might be seen as far more noble than CopyCat. ” You know, the time old tale of saving the world through the power of love. There’s something quite romantic about it; a Quirk like that surely appeals to the masses.

    “ I wanted to test out your Quirk and test my classmates for weakness. If I was a villain, you would have lost. Someone exploiting your Quirk for their own personal gain. For example, my next target could easily be Yaoyorozu. ”

Maeda had made a promise, to himself, when he had (somehow) gotten into the course at UA. He promised himself he would keep a lid on his quirk; stop it from being used for the many reasons it had been used before. Stop it from being nothing more than another tool by the masses to attack ‘others’. He had even held his own barriers up - his stoic nature long practiced before.

Time passed. UA - as a school, and as a culture - was different. People here weren’t too busy to not care about their own lives, or their social standing; but they respected Maeda’s choice to not directly ruin it as often as he could. It had worked. He had made friends, let loose some of his stoic facade; showing some trust in the people he could call friends.

He even - knowing the unfair reputation the ‘A’ classes got for both ‘attracting trouble’ and ‘making all the best heroes’ - had tried his best to expand his horizons, speaking to people outside of his circle.

One person is all it took to bring him back to the way he was before.

“You think that this - all of this - is... is a challenge? The aduacity to...” Words failed Maeda, for just a moment.

“You know fucking what, Monoma-” The swear unfamilar on his lips. “-let’s just go through your points, there, shall we?” His tone was cold.

“Love Tap is a cutesy, quirk, yes. I have literally no control over that. My hair is natural, as are my eyes - I can no more change my own appearance than I can change the function of my quirk.” And he had tried. Hair dye - permanent, temporary, even Support-company made - simply washed out the moment it rained. “As for it being noble, yeah, I thought so to. Until the first time I tapped my father and found out he had fallen out love with my mother. I was eight.”

“As for it in hero training, it does make life easier, right until you have to pick between sparing someone’s dignity and getting a quirk you really want.” A sharper glare. “My quirk doesn’t rely on my own love, it relies on all of it - and love is not a fairy tale, you stupid child.”

Maeda took a step forward, at that.

“You - on a whim - decided to hijack my quirk without my consent, just to test your own classmates for weakness. Are you so self-centered and so sociopathic that your own classmates emotions and feelings mean nothing to you? Are they just a stepping stone to power? If you wish to take the path of Endeavor, and to be forever shunned, to never touch a person again or copy their quirk in fear of what you’ll do it with - then you’re on the right path, you egotistical fuck.”

Maeda didn’t even appear to move. He had - before coming by, because he was not stupid and did not trust his own limits - already dropped Love Tap<Maeda>. This is bad for Monoma, however; as there was one person in his year who had a lot of people crushing on him.

“And then.” Voice like liquid nitrogen. “Then you threaten Yaoyorozu-san. Solely to get under my skin and prove your belief. Which makes you an enemy. And here’s the thing...”

He didn’t finish his sentence with words. He instead finished his sentence with a Love Tap<Shoto> punch. It was only a 5% Heartfelt Smash To The Face - and could be easily dodged, of course - but Maeda didn’t play around. And he wasn’t aiming to miss.

“I do not let my enemies abuse my quirk, Monoma-san. Stand and fight. Back up your threats. If you think I am to let you run roughshod over the people I care about for your own ego, then you are WRONG!” 

Maeda was channeling Izuku’s quirk, solely to make Monoma hurt. This could be bad.