#faulty writes: neito monoma: one shot: 23

[faulty-writes]

Hello, I wanted to know if there is a way to write a Monoma x reader shy oneshot that is in classe 1-C and that Monoma has a crush on she (she would be very shy with people from other classes)

[ Alright here we go. This was actually way longer, but I didn't want to make a super long one-shot. So that being the case, there will be a part two to this as soon as I finish writing it. But I hope you enjoy part one. ]

A sigh left your lips as you flipped to the next page of the Encyclopedia of Heroes, continuing to search for information for your project. Some may say that being a General Studies student is boring. Although Yuuei was known for its Hero Course, the school itself was elite.

Regardless of what department you were placed in, the education you received was top-notch. Of course, most would argue that the hero and support department students got off easy considering the academic projects they were assigned were few and far between.

The project you were assigned was to pick a concept within hero studies and present it to the class. The concept you chose was to compare characteristics between pro heroes and current student heroes. You were hoping to find out which traits truly make a hero shine.

Granted this required you to narrow your selection of heroes down. While you could interview the former number-one hero, considering he was a teacher at Yuuei, your shy nature worked against you. Outside of the General Studies Department, you hardly spoke to anyone.

Whether this was due to social anxiety or not was unknown. However, you had long since learned to accept your shyness even if it got in the way of completing simple tasks. Sighing, you closed the encyclopedia and rose from the table, placing your hand on your forehead.

You looked around the library. There were a few other students present, either sitting down at one of the provided computers or talking to one another. You glanced down at the table. In addition to the encyclopedia, there were several papers scattered across it, each filled with notes referring to your project.

“Maybe I should…take a break…” you muttered to yourself. You looked toward the exit, debating getting a snack from the vending machine. You latched onto your lip and curled your hands into the bottom of your shirt as your stomach twisted with familiar anxiety.

Then again, did you really want to leave? What if someone tried to talk to you at the vending machine and you froze up? You groaned and pressed your hands against your face. ‘Calm down,’ you tried taking a deep breath, blissfully unaware of the peeping eyes watching your every move.

Those eyes belonged to Neito Monoma. Yes, anyone, apart from those so-called “heroes” in Class A, would feel honored to be the target of his affection. In fact, he first saw you in this library months ago. You had your face buried in a book and he was standing nearby when another general studies student approached you.

Of course, he wanted to eavesdrop and get some juicy gossip. This was because it was always interesting to hear what was taking place in other departments. But when you lowered that book from your face, he felt his heart soar.

To hide such beauty was surely a crime. Of course, you weren’t as beautiful as him but a perfect fit, nonetheless. He decided right then and there, you would be his. He had carefully calculated his moves, waiting for the right moment to slip in.

This was because he had long since learned how shy you were around others. It was quite endearing, but he might be able to help you with that once you two got closer. After all, he was going to be a famous hero and needed a confident, competent partner by his side.

“You can…you can do this,” you hesitated to move, believing that several eyes were watching you. In reality, everyone was minding their own business. You slowly placed one foot in front of the other, and before you knew it, you scurried out of the library with your head down.

Neito chuckled as he watched you leave. “How amusing,” he said, looking at the table you were sitting at. “Hm,” he perched his lips and glanced over the cover of the encyclopedia, curiously opening, and flipping through the first few pages although he found it quite boring, and yet jealousy filled him.

He closed it with force and firmly pressed his palm against it. Why would you waste your precious time reading about other heroes when he was your one and only hero? Even if you didn’t know it yet, his perfection did not pass you by...did it?

He grumbled before noticing the piles of notes underneath the encyclopedia. “Oh, what did my shy darling write? Surely, she is more intelligent than those Class A students!” he declared, bluntly ignoring anyone who heard him as he moved the book and gently compiled your notes into a neat stack.

He scanned over the first page, jealous that you spent so much time analyzing other heroes instead of him. He huffed and read through the second note which was piled with thoughts on the various characteristics found in famous heroes and some scribbled thoughts regarding hero students' characteristics.

He frowned, going through the pile until he threw it back onto the table. “How dare she write such admiration for other heroes!” he hissed, clenching his fists together. He wanted to be the only one on your mind. He could prove to you that he was the only hero worth your time and-oh wait!

Yes! That was it, how brilliant of him! He would simply offer to be a part of your project. From what he could gather you were quite eager to learn about hero students, and what better one to analyze than him!? Yes, the temptation to join your project was overwhelming.

If you were truly dedicated to it, there was no reason you’d say no and so he waited for you to return. Your heart was beating fast as you jogged past the entrance of the library, and hunched over, pressing your hands against your knees.

One of them clenched the snack you got from the vending machine. Despite your anxiety continuing to escalate you accomplished your small goal and the reward was delicious onigiri. A bit plain in terms of a snack, but it suited you well and would be filling until you left for the day.

You took a deep breath and leaned back up as your heart thumped in your chest. You looked at the onigiri in your hand and smiled, unwrapping it as you walked back to your table. You took one satisfying bite, enjoying the salty taste dancing across your tongue.

However, this small moment of joy came to a staggering halt when you saw someone sitting at your table and stopped in your tracks. His hair was the first thing you noticed, as it looked silky and was the fairest blond color you had ever seen.

His eyes stood out next. They were piercing periwinkle and had a hungry or predatorial appearance. His skin looked fair and smooth, and his lips curled into a smirk that sent a violent tremble through your body. “Ah, Y/n,” he said, slowly standing from the chair.

“It’s quite a pleasure to be face to face with you, although I’m certain the pleasure is all yours for gazing at my glorious face. You know many girls speak of its beauty,” he said, chuckling as he pressed a hand to his cheek.

“H-huh?” Your jaw hung open and the partially chewed onigiri fell to the floor. “My, my, one shouldn’t make a mess although your pretty little mouth is likely more appetizing than that onigiri you’re holding,” he purred, rounding the table with hungry eyes still fixated on you.

Your first instinct was to back away, despite your cheeks turning red as if the sun itself had come down and burned you. How did he know your name? Had he been waiting for you to return, and if so why!? He continued walking forward until he was a foot away from you.

His smirk made you tremble and subconsciously hold your breath. “Although I have little interest in the matters of others. After all, if it doesn’t involve me, it’s of little importance. But I couldn’t help but notice the project you were working on,” he stated, gesturing to the table.

“You’re a rather messy one, that’s quite unfitting for a student of such beauty,” he said. Despite your reddened cheeks, you drew your bottom lip into your mouth and glanced away. How could he be so mean, and yet sound so sincere?

His smirk faded and his eyes glossed over as if he were under someone's spell when he noticed you weren’t looking at him. Well, this wouldn’t do. You cried out when he stepped forward, and grasped your chin, making you look at him.

Your eyes were wide and trembling with what he assumed was fear. But you couldn't be afraid of him, right? No, it was just your shy nature. ‘Why is he touching me!?’ You frantically thought, completely disregarding his compliment concerning your beauty.

Your lips trembled in an effort to speak, and yet only a pathetic squeak came out. He chuckled at the sound of it and leaned close. Your heart raced because you weren’t used to others being this physically close to you, especially someone whose name you didn't know.

Despite your rational mind telling you to turn your tail and run, your body wouldn’t listen. This boy, this fellow student, paralyzed you without trying. “Tell me, why are you wasting your time with such trivial heroes when the only one you need to focus your project on is right before you?”

A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed heavily, your fear turning into confusion. ‘Wait…is he a hero student?’ You could barely recall if you had seen him passing through the hallway, then again you walked with your head down most of the time.

You also had very little interest in watching the Sports Festival, let alone participating in school festivals. “U-um…” you tried to speak again, and again the words failed to form. Neito tilted his head, his facial features enveloped with concern but as silence filled the air, he smirked.

“Ah, speechless in front of me. That’s quite understandable,” he commented, and you couldn’t help but tremble in disgust. Was this guy obsessed with himself? “I’ll make this easy for you then,” he said, finally removing his hand from your chin and smirking again as he saw the color of your cheeks.

So red and luscious. It looked wonderful on you. “I will be a part of your project,” he stated, knowing he was demanding instead of asking. Your eyes widened and you stepped back, wanting to ask him ‘what?’ but not having the courage to form the words. Your face said enough, and Neito chuckled.

“Yes, I know it’s quite a shock,” he said, pressing a hand to his chest. “I'd be a worthwhile contribution, don't you think?” You almost suspected he was asking because he knew you were too shy to answer. Which in a sense was kind of cruel. Then again, even if you somehow responded you assumed he'd keep talking.

“I can even showcase the versatility of my Copy quirk, surely that would convince you that I, Neito Monoma, your Phantom Thief can emulate the abilities of various heroes plus more!” he declared, bluntly ignoring anyone who turned their head in his direction.

Your face was now dripping with sweat, and you weren't sure if that was from your shyness or the fact you were angry at the moment. He approached you, now wearing a smile that looked too sweet and sickening. “Hmm, what do you say?” he asked. “Don’t you agree I’d make a wonderful contribution to your project?”

You glanced away and latched onto your bottom lip which trembled. ‘Well…maybe this is my chance to study a hero student like I wanted, maybe the data I collect from him would be valuable. I could find out why he's so enthusiastic and determined.’

Although your stomach twisted at the thought of spending time with him, and the realization that at some point you'd need to ask him personal questions to determine why certain characteristics he displayed were stronger or weaker than pro heroes made your mouth go dry.

You grumbled before releasing your lip and looking at him. You didn’t say anything, just nodded, and Neito grinned like a madman. “Wonderful!” he said, throwing his hands in the air before brushing past you, purposely rubbing his shoulder against yours.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, same time, same place.” You tried to take a breath when he walked away, but he stopped short and walked up to you again. Your back was facing him, and you cried out when he grasped your hand that was still gripping onto the now squished onigiri.

Your jaw hung open when you turned your head. Soft squeaks came when he locked eyes with you and bit into your snack. You watched his pink tongue come out, collecting any pieces of leftover rice that stuck to his lips before he chewed and swallowed.

“Ta-ta,” he said, waving you goodbye as he walked away, and you could only stare in horror at the bite he had taken. Well…that was a waste of a good snack. The next day, you resented your agreement to allow Neito to be the focus of your project.

You hated knowing that you agreed only because you were a people pleaser and too shy or lacking the voice to express yourself. Then again, he seemed so persistent that even if you said no, he would continue to push until he got his way.

“Yes, I’m quite sure all you pathetic heroes in Class A are in despair that I have been selected to be part of Y/n’s project! Surely it will highlight the various reasons I remain above the heroes that make up your sorry excuse of a class,” he stated bluntly as he stood in the Class A doorway.

Tsuyu spoke first, “Wow, Monoma. That’s some interesting news.” Katsuki clenched his jaw. “Tch, why the hell do we care about something so damn meaningless!?” he shouted, shoving Neito out of the way who chuckled in response.

“Hm, that’s about the answer I’d expect from a delinquent like you,” he replied with a smirk. “Of course, that’s to be expected from one who couldn’t even pass the provisional licensing exam.” Katsuki’s body stiffened, but before he could say anything Eijirou spoke up.

“Jeez, cool it, man! What’s your problem!?” Neito narrowed his eyes. He had a history with the red-headed fool. Seemed they’d always be on opposite ends. “I don’t believe a thing is wrong with me,” he stated before turning his back on Eijirou and the rest of Class A.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m due to meet Y/n at the library.” Eijirou curled his lips, watching Neito walk away in slight disgust before turning to Tsuyu. “Isn’t Y/n someone in general studies?” he asked, and she shrugged.

“Ribbit, I think so. But they don’t talk much to anyone outside of their class,” she replied and Eijirou's eyebrows knit together. If that were the case, how could Neito have convinced you to be part of whatever project you were working on?

Your anxiety was high as you waited for him to appear. Your feet bounced against the carpeted floor below you, and breathing exercises weren’t your friend at the moment. You curled your hands on the table and your eyes focused on the single notebook on it.

You were hoping you wouldn’t have too much to talk about because Neito already showed a variety of characteristics that contrasted pro heroes. Either way, you needed to document as much information as possible if you wanted your project to thrive.

You closed your eyes, taking another much-needed breath before nervously tapping the tip of your pencil against the notebook, but this didn’t ease the knots in your stomach. ‘Why did it have to be him though?’ At times like this, you wondered if fate was being cruel or challenging you to overcome the obstacle of your shy nature.

You tried to redirect your thoughts and opened your notebook, although your hand was trembling. You decided to write an introduction regarding your project and the subject you’d be studying, Neito Monoma. “Hm,” you paused and tapped the pencil against your lips. What did he say his quirk was?

You thought for a moment before scribbling down ‘Copy?’ With any luck you’d find out more about his quirk as this progressed. However, if you were being honest, you wanted this to end as soon as possible. You sighed and laid the pencil onto the notebook.

You stared blankly at the lined pages until approaching footsteps made you raise your head. Your throat tightened when you saw the smirk on Neito’s face and those eyes held that same intimidating gaze as before.

“Hello dear Y/n,” he said, pressing one hand against his chest. Your breathing turned heavy, your face dusted over red, and his greeting was met with silence. “Oh, still shy I see,” he said, brushing a hand through his hair.

“How adorably you,” he commented, causing your already abnormal heart rate to skyrocket. “Mm…” You clasped your hands together in your lap and leaned forward, your mind urging you to return his greeting. However, as the seconds passed, awkwardness consumed you.

The weight of his stare didn’t help, but you felt relief when he took a seat. What could you say to him? How could you get through this project?! He smiled and took a moment to admire how devilishly delicious you looked with those reddened cheeks before glancing down and noticing your open notebook.

“Oh, and what do we have here?” he asked, reaching over to grab it. You gasped and leaned across the table to get your notebook back. In response, Neito leaned back and held the notebook away from you. A hungry glance flashed in his eyes when you looked at him.

You trembled and immediately scrambled back only to collide with your chair, causing it to fall to the floor along with you. You could feel the stares on you and a few people approached, making your already reddened face deepen.

You could only stare at the carpet trying to fight back the awkwardness while simultaneously wishing the floor would swallow you whole. “Hey there!” a cheerful voice said, breaking through the silence and darkness that clouded your mind at that moment.

You lifted your head to see a tall and muscular boy, who you quickly assumed was a third-year student. He had blue eyes and a round button-like nose. His blond hair was spiked up in the front and looked short around the back.

He smiled and extended his hand to you. “Need a hand? Heh, get it? Hand!?” he exclaimed excitedly, making your eyebrows knit. “Excuse me!” Neito snapped, standing between you and the third-year student. “How dare you attempt to lay a hand on Y/n,” he growled, curling his hands into fists by his sides.

Your eyes widened, amazed that he didn't care about the attention turned on him. Then again, given his personality, he probably thrived on it. “Huh?” He blinked. “Oh hey, you’re one of those first-year students, Monoma, right?”

“Nice to meet you, I'm Mirio Togata!” he said, now extending the hand he had held out to you to Neito instead. However, he only received the boy’s angry glare in return and watched as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You trembled at his touch, but he seemed to ignore this at the moment.

Mirio blinked, taking in the image of the two of you. “Oh, heh sorry did I interrupt something?” he asked, scratching the side of his head. Your heart was racing so fast you weren’t sure if you were nervous or having a heart attack.

Neito holding you so close was new and though you wanted to push him away, your shy nature prevented you from acting. Neito narrowed his eyes and turned his head, ignoring Mirio. You flinched when his hair brushed against your head, and he locked his eyes with yours.

You could feel his hot breath against your face when he spoke. “Oh, my dear, Y/n are you alright? Don’t pay any mind to the upperclassmen who rudely interrupted our study session,” he said, using his other hand to wave Mirio away.

“Hm?” Mirio tilted his head in response before chuckling. “Heh, well okay!” he smiled. “Have a good session!” he said walking away. Neito snarled and removed his arm from around you only when he was sure that Mirio had actually left.

“Now that the interruption is over, perhaps we can do something else,” he said, reaching down to grab your hands, which once again caused your face to grow red. You wanted to ask, ‘Like what?’ but like before, your words were frozen in your throat, and you glanced away as he helped you stand up.

“Notes are quite dull and boring,” he said, moving closer to the table to grab your notebook. “It would be far more interesting to watch me in action. After all, I did promise I’d let you see my quirk, did I not?” he said. You cried out when he tossed your notebook at you which you barely caught.

He smirked, “Wouldn’t it be a privilege to watch one as beautiful as I? You can still take notes if you wish,” he said before approaching. You squeaked when he grasped your chin, guiding your head up to look at him. “As long as you keep those pretty eyes on me.”

He was tempted to lean over and kiss your reddened cheeks but decided against it for now. “Do hurry and gather your things,” he said, turning away from you. “Huh?” You glanced between him and the table with your arms pressed against your chest.

However, when Neito tapped his foot against the floor, you rushed to pick your backpack up. You shoved the notebook inside and threw the strap over your shoulder. You followed him out of the library with your hands curled into the bottom of your shirt and your eyes focused on the floor. You felt pathetic following him like a lost puppy.

You lifted your head only to focus it back on the floor when you passed another student in the hallway. You latched onto your bottom lip again wondering why you agreed to this. You cried out when you stumbled into Neito, who you hadn’t realized had stopped walking.

Your eyes widened when you realized you were now pressed against his back. You looked up, groaning when Neito looked at you from over his shoulder. Once again that rush of heat coursed through your cheeks and you immediately backed away, folded your hands in front of you, and bowed.

You would say sorry, but you could only imagine the ridicule that would get you. He chuckled, “Oh dear, Y/n I do enjoy you bowing although if you bowed at my feet that would be more satisfying.” You knit your eyebrows.

Yeah…there was definitely something wrong with Neito. You slowly leaned back up, feeling the heat cool and your cheeks return to normal. “Um…” you frowned and looked around, noticing that you were now standing in front of the Class-1A door. What were you doing in the hero department?

Neito noticed the confused look on your face and chuckled again. “I will be right back,” he stated, walking up to the door before knocking. You drew your bottom lip into your mouth, slightly concerned when you heard a grouchy and raspy voice respond, “Come in.”

Neito turned to look at you again before entering the room. You were slightly nervous and wondered what he could be doing but tried not to lose yourself in anxiety. You closed your eyes as you leaned against the row of lockers and took a deep breath.

You ran through the different scenarios that could happen when Neito finally showed you his quirk. You had never seen any of the hero students' training sessions and it was impossible to tell if they had mastered their quirks or were still rough around the edges.

Although Neito seemed confident enough that even if he was still training his quirk, he’d find some excuse to act as though it were superior to everyone else. You took a deep breath and sighed as you placed one foot against one of the lockers behind you.

In a way, you envied him. If you had a fraction of his self-confidence, maybe you wouldn’t be so awkward. Then again, Neito seemed to like you for some odd reason. Or at least that's what you could gather from his flirtation and insistence on being a part of your project.

What did he see in you? Obviously, something you couldn’t. You looked up when the door opened, and Neito proudly stepped out with a large grin across his face. Your eyes widened, and your stomach twisted into knots just thinking about the various reasons why that smile was on his face.

“Ah, dear Y/n, I’m quite happy to see that you are still here. I would say sorry for making you wait but you’ll soon find out that the wait was worth it,” he declared, once again showing his confidence as well as stubborn nature. You frowned, glancing away from him.

You folded your hands against your chest and felt your lips tremble before parting them. “Wh-” The question faded along with your courage and Neito’s eyes widened, surprised that you had even attempted to talk to him.

He stepped closer, making your heart race. Out of instinct, you tried to step back only to remember you were leaning against the lockers. He placed his hands behind his back, smiling at you like a happy predator eager to bite into its prey.

“How adorable, are you trying to ask why?” he questioned before patting you on the head, making you squeak involuntarily, and your cheeks turn rosy. “Um…” you swallowed hard, looking away from him although that didn’t tame your embarrassment.

With some regret you nodded, making Neito’s grin heighten. He extended the hand he had just used to pat your head out in front of you. “Take my hand,” he said, “and I’ll show you the answer.” Your heart pounded so hard it echoed in your ears. Why was he of all people offering you his hand?

“Mm…” you latched onto your bottom lip and laid your hand in his. Possessively, he curled his fingers around your hand and that was concerning. So was the way he pulled you down the hallway and toward Ground Gamma.

This was an unfamiliar experience for you given that general studies students weren’t permitted on training grounds reserved for hero or support department students. You tried pulling your hand away from Neito's, afraid of standing where you were not permitted to.

Unfortunately, his grip was like iron, and it was highly unlikely that you’d break free. The sound of your footsteps echoed through Ground Gamma. You looked down, realizing that the floor was made of metal and that the rest of the area was open.

Why did the hero students train here? You hadn’t realized you were still holding Neito’s hand when he stopped in the middle of the training ground until he tightened his grip which caused you to snap back to reality.

“Yes, I know it’s quite memorizing here, isn't it?” he replied, once again smiling at you. “Oh u-um…” you tried to speak but nodded your head like before. “Oh, I’m so glad you agree!” he declared, letting go of your hand before spinning around.

The sound of his laughter bounced off the walls, creating an eerie effect that made you tremble. But it ended just as quickly as it started, and he turned to look at you. “Now, I promised you a demonstration of my quirk. But I’d like you to use yours on me first.”

Your eyes widened at his request. “W-what?” you replied before clasping your hands over your mouth, realizing that was the first actual word you had spoken around him. His expression dropped and instead, a look of curiosity enveloped his face, followed by a smirk.

“My, am I breaking through that shell of yours already?” he said, pressing a triumphant hand against his chest. “Well, what more could one expect from someone as amazing as I?” he said. Seriously, where did all his confidence come from?

“Now then, I requested that you use your quirk on me, and don’t worry about any consequences. Mr. Aizawa has granted us both permission to be here,” he said, before spreading his arms out. “Don’t hold back,” he instructed.

While you weren’t sure how truthful he was being, you were reminded that your project depended on this interaction. You frowned, hesitant to go through with it but Neito would more than likely keep persisting until you were driven nuts.

Although you already knew you'd hold back, when you tried to use your quirk, you couldn’t. “Huh?” Your eyes widened and you looked at your hands, startled that something was wrong with your body. However, you lifted your head when you heard Neito laugh.

You trembled when you saw that his eyes were now glowing yellow, and his hair was floating upward as if gravity itself had broken. “See!?” he said with a smirk as he pointed at himself. “This is my quirk, isn’t it marvelous!?” he declared.

“Erasure is quite amazing and all I had to do was touch Mr. Aizawa to copy his quirk,” he explained and took pride in your mesmerized look. It was rather adorable to see those eyes widen as you took him in, and those adorable lips fall open.

“I’m flattered you’re so amazed,” he stated before his hair fell flat against his head again. “Heh…” you glanced down, trying to fight the blush dusting your cheeks a perfect rosy red. You should really be writing all this down, you swallowed and hesitantly slipped your bag off your shoulders.

Unzipping it, you took your notebook out. You lowered yourself onto the cool metal floor and scribbled down a few notes. Of course, Neito didn’t like that you weren’t paying attention to him and crossed his arms in a huff. “Y/n,” he said but got no response from you and leaned over, waving his hand in front of your face.

“Are you listening to me? While I’m happy to see that you are writing about my marvelous quirk, I do require your attention,” he stated, making you pause and look at him. “Finally,” he commented, crossing his arms, and looking displeased.

“Um…” you opened your mouth to speak but shake your head, too embarrassed to ask him personal questions yet. But this was your project and you needed to ask him about his quirk. Just one little thing! It wouldn’t kill you, would it!?

“Y-your…q…q-quirk…” you managed to say and watched his eyes light up as if hearing your voice was the sweetest melody and he was so proud that you spoke up! “L…l-limitations?” Your heart beat so fast and your face felt on fire.

He blinked in response, and the silence between you was suffocating. Your hands clenched around your notebook. Had you said the wrong thing? Damn it. You looked down as if staring at the floor would be beneficial but looked back up when Neito knelt in front of you.

“Oh, dear, Y/n. Do you truly believe my quirk has limitations?” he asked once again making your stomach twist. “I…e-every quirk…” Your words trailed off, fading into the air causing him to frown. “I suppose every hero has their weaknesses,” he said with a grumble.

“I’m afraid that I’m limited to holding four quirks at once and can only use them for a limited amount of time,” he'd go into detail but didn’t feel like it was the time and hated talking about his weaknesses. It reminded him of the reason why he wanted to become a hero in the first place.

To prove them wrong. To prove he could be someone and while he loved the idea of fame and fortune, in this moment, all he cared about was having your attention. He seemed to have chipped away at your hard shell, even if only slightly today.

Perhaps he shouldn’t push his luck further. “Well do have fun writing down what you experienced here today. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow,” he said, walking past you. “Hm!?” you turned on the floor, watching him walk away in a panic.

Should you stay where you were? What if you couldn’t find your way back? You latched onto your lip, wanting to tell him to stop but not having the courage to. You jolted up and ran toward him, not entirely thinking about what consequences it would bring.

He paused and turned around when he heard your frantic steps and for a moment, grew concerned when he saw you running to him. He involuntarily shouted when you tripped over something, which almost seemed impossible given the structure of Ground Gamma.

But perhaps you tripped over your own feet in your frantic hurry. Either way, the feeling of your body colliding with his was blissful and though he tried his hardest to stop you from both falling, he found this to be impossible. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you out of instinct and took the brunt of the impact when you fell to the floor.

You felt his body tremble underneath yours and opened your eyes to realize that you cradled against his chest which caused your face to turn red. You placed your hands against his chest and pushed yourself up, feeling him grunt in reply.

“S-sorry!” you squeaked out before looking for your notebook which was lying on the ground a little way from where you and Neito were. You looked back, seeing him open his eyes only to find that you were now sitting on top of him.

Silence filled the space between you. He raised one hand out to you only to flinch when a raspy, tired voice filled the air. “Alright, Ground Gamma is closed,” Shota announced as irritated as ever before he lifted his head and stopped suddenly.

He blinked, concerned about why Neito was lying on the floor and you on top of him, but judging by those two sets of wide eyes looking back at him, he might have walked in on something that happened at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Neito said immediately sitting up and causing you to fall back again. This caused him to grab onto your wrist to prevent you from hitting the floor. You grasped his hand and steadied yourself. Your cheeks burned and you felt slightly faint.

‘Damn it! Why do I get into these situations!?’ You frantically got up, deciding that saying nothing and running away was a better option than explaining yourself. “Y/n?” Neito asked, his voice quiet as he watched you grab your notebook before running past Shota.

Yeah, you said earlier that you were worried you wouldn’t be able to find your way back, but maybe getting lost wouldn’t be so terrible. You clenched your notebook against your chest as you ran. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess.

However, you could always write down everything you learned about Neito later today and maybe even write down some questions you wanted to ask him. There had to be more limitations to his quirk, and there had to be a reason why he wanted to become a hero.

It wasn’t because he was stuck up or thought he was better than everyone else even though he portrayed himself that way. But when you tripped, the way he wrapped his arms around you to keep you safe said something about him. He had a genuine care for keeping others safe.

Maybe he'd even take the brunt of any injury if it meant others remained unharmed. But isn’t that what heroes are supposed to do!? If that were true then why did that moment, that single moment change your perspective on Neito? Was he truly an arrogant man or was there more to him than meets the eye?

[ Second Part ]

[faulty-writes]

omg i need more monoma oneshots literally anything i beg 😪😪😪 plis

[ Okay so! I already had this WIP and it was originally meant to be a Christmas-themed story, but I changed it up a bit. I hope you like it. Writing Neito is always so interesting. ]

The Red String Festival was a yearly event taking place in Tokyo, Japan, and anyone who is anyone attended. It was a festival made to celebrate love and fate and more importantly, to confess the emotions that rained deep within your soul for another.

Cheery music continued to flow through the air, accompanied by the savory, mouthwatering scent from the concession stands. He stood there, dressed in a traditional kimono that was colored black and had a depiction of a yellow dragon on the back of it.

His fingers tightened around the folding fan he held, and his wrist was busy at work, fanning himself harder and harder as he continued to watch you interact with your classmates. His face twisted into a grim expression and a “Pff” left his mouth. Why did fate have to be so cruel to him?

What wrong had he done to deserve this? Why did you have to be separated from him and placed into that barbaric Class A? It was bad enough that they had the nerve to ask Class B to join them at this event. Then again, he had a selfish reason for agreeing to come.

It wasn’t to socialize or bury the hatchet with your classmates. Oh, no, no, no. It was because you were going, and he was planning to have you to himself by the end of the night. Of course, he was expecting this to be a challenge because more than likely Class A would want to keep you to themselves.

But that’s why he asked for help from one special student, someone who would understand and not give him too much lip. He kept his eyes locked on you, feeling his jealousy flourish when Eijirou sat down and began having a conversation with you.

“Are you going to hide all night or actually do something?” Hitoshi asked, crossing his arms. How he got convinced by Neito to tag along with this was beyond him and frankly, he didn’t understand why the fellow male couldn't walk up to you and bluntly tell you how he felt...again. Wait how many times had he confessed to you?

Well, it didn't matter. “Excuse you!” the overdramatic blond replied, snapping his head toward Hitoshi. “How dare you insult my tactics! Dear Y/n cannot be swept off their feet in just any manner,” he declared making the purple-headed boy roll his eyes, but Neito missed this as he was already staring at you again.

“Aren’t they simply marvelous? Surely, they deserve better than to be placed in Class A!” he hissed, practically grinding his teeth together in fury. Hitoshi sighed loudly and pressed two fingers to his forehead, clearly annoyed with the other’s behavior.

“Do you plan to get their attention by continuing to hide?” he questioned flatly, once again causing Neito to snap at him. “Of course, I plan to get their attention, hmp!” He placed one hand on his chest and pointed to you and Eijirou with his other.

“I’ll capture their attention better than that no-good redhead!” he declared making Hitoshi roll his eyes for the second time. “How?” he replied and watched Neito pull something out of his pocket. “With this!” he declared dramatically, watching the other narrow his eyes.

“Is that a…confession ticket?” he asked, and Neito nodded. “As soon as I confess to my dear Y/n, we will exchange a kiss within the confines of the confession tent. Then they will finally see that I am far superior to any so-called hero student in Class A!” he declared with one hand raised in the air and sparkles in his eyes.

Hitoshi chuckled and shook his head, “Haven’t they rejected you more than once?” Neito growled, glaring at him. “You think by confessing to them this time, they’ll suddenly like you back?” He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, turning away to stare off into the distance.

He shrugged, “They were too influenced by the other members of Class A at the time,” although he knew he was using that as an excuse. The truth was, just like his copy quirk, he felt like if he simply applied himself, he could accomplish winning your heart over. Even if he had to do it through deceit.

“I...I simply wasn’t trying hard enough, but I plan to change that today,” oh yes, he wasn’t going to give up on you, and what better way to utilize this event than taking advantage of the aspect of kissing and love confessions.

“Uh huh…” Hitoshi replied with a frown, it was hard for him to believe that Neito was for real. “Oh, and you’re going to help me!” the blond suddenly exclaimed, pointing a finger at the now confused male. “I thought I was already helping?” he replied.

“You haven’t helped me yet!” Neito snapped, catching the attention of passersby. Then without warning, he dropped his folding fan to the ground and grasped onto the other's shoulders, pulling him close. “Hey!” he exclaimed in shock, but Neito's raised finger silenced him.

“I need you to ask Y/n to come to confession tent number one,” he instructed, making the other raise his eyebrow. “Confession tent number one?” he repeated, tilting his head to the side. “That’s right,” he answered with a smile. “And you can't ask them yourself because?” the blond sighed at the question.

“If I ask them, they will refuse” he explained with a hand pressed to his chest, and Hitoshi narrowed his eyes. ‘That's not surprising’ he thought. “Besides I personally reserved the tent for the whole night and I'm not leaving until Y/n and I share that kiss,” his words made the other male groan.

How many times was he going to mention that kiss? “Fine,” he responded, brushing past the other. If this got Neito off his back, he’d do it. The blond watched him with a growing smile and took one last moment to admire you before turning and heading to the mentioned tent.

This was going to be great, well if everything went according to plan that is. “Yeah, I guess so. This festival is kind of fun an-” you paused when footsteps approached and turned to see none other than Hitoshi Shinso. You knitted your eyebrows together, wondering what he could possibly want. Not that you had anything against him!

You knew that he was currently a General Studies student and was trying his hardest to transfer into the Department of Heroes. “Oh, hey man!” Eijirou greeted him cheerfully. “Mm…” Hitoshi replied, looking as bored as ever. However, that’s not what bothered you.

Rather it was the way he looked at you, plus how he drew his bottom lip into his mouth. Was he nervous about something? He opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it as if he didn’t know what he wanted to say, which only raised your suspicions that much more.

“Um…” you glanced at Eijirou who also noticed the awkward tension that Hitoshi brought with him. “Are you okay?” you asked, turning your attention back to the purple-haired boy while your hands curled in your lap. “Yeah man, is something wrong?” Eijirou asked, leaning forward in his seat.

“No, I just…” he paused. “I uh, wanted to ask Y/n something…” or rather someone else wanted him to ask you something. “Ohhhh gotcha!” Eijirou replied enthusiastically, once again grinning. “I’ll just be going then,” he stood from his seat and turned to walk away.

“Oh!” he blurted out before turning to face Hitoshi again. “Before I do, I just gotta say I’m totally proud of you man. It’s super manly to confess to Y/n!” He rapidly slapped Hitoshi on the back and in return, he looked at Eijirou with a completely flustered expression.

“I-it’s not like that…” he muttered, glancing away. Meanwhile, you were just as shocked by Eijirou’s words. Hitoshi was a nice guy, or at least you thought he was. But there was nothing that you found romantically attractive about him.

“Heh, I get it man!” he replied, smacking Hitoshi's back once more. “Don’t want me to say it for you, that’s cool!” After all, he should leave you two lovebirds alone. He turned, waving you goodbye. “I’m gonna go find Bakugou,” he said with the biggest smile on his face before finally walking away.

“Good luck…” you half-heartedly replied. Everyone knew that Katsuki was a hot head, and part of you wondered just how Eijirou put up with him. “Um so…” you turned back to Hitoshi, slightly anxious about what he could want.

The purple-haired boy glanced down and rubbed the back of his head. For a moment you wondered if he was socially awkward but then he looked at you. His stare was slightly intimidating paired with those dark circles under his eyes.

“I…um…” he paused, uncertain if he should give away the whole plan by telling you that Neito wanted to meet in the confession tent. “Mm…” he internally debated with himself. There was no way he'd hear the end of it from that crazy blond if he arrived at the tent empty-handed.

Your heart pounded just a little faster, was Eijirou right? Did Hitoshi have feelings for you and was he trying to tell you that right now? You tried to come up with more logical reasons why he was having trouble speaking, but nothing came to mind.

“C-come with me,” he finally said, snapping you out of your trance. “W-what?” you asked partly out of shock while curling your hands into your chest. He didn’t reply, only motioned you to follow him, your heart pounded faster as you did as he asked.

‘There’s no way he’s going to confess, right!?’ you screamed inside your head, now curling your hands into the bottom of your shirt. ‘After all, we’ve barely even spoken…and yeah it is possible to like someone from a distance but…’ you glanced at the back of his head.

‘He doesn’t seem like the romantic type,’ or at least not in your opinion. “Um…” you glanced around, hearing the background noise of chatter and music fade as you transitioned into the confession area. Your stomach twisted when you passed by the several red-colored tents.

It was almost strange to think that each one of them had someone inside spilling their guts out to the one they loved. Frankly, you never thought you’d experience that. “Um…Shinso…are you-oh!” you stumbled when he came to a stop unexpectedly.

“Huh?” You blinked and looked at him for a few seconds before turning your head to see that you had stopped outside one of the larger tents the festival offered. “He’s in there,” Hitoshi turned around to face you and gestured to the tent.

You looked at him perplexed. “Huh, who? I…I t-thought you were…” you weakly pointed at him with your finger, but quickly lowered it when he shook his head. He then leaned over, opened the tent, and gestured for you to go inside.

Once more you looked at him with that same perplexed expression and slowly stepped inside the tent. Immediately a sweet scent hit your nose causing it to twitch. “Uh…why does it smell like vanilla in here?” you questioned, glancing at the heart-shaped lights hanging along the walls of the tent.

“Y/n!” a voice cried out, causing you to jump and immediately turn your head forward. You instantly recognized that blond hair and periwinkle-colored eyes. That anxious feeling all but disappeared and a certain rage that only Neito brought replaced it.

Your teeth ground together, and your hands curled into tight fists, “What the hell-” you quickly leaned back when he held out a silver tray. “Huh?” you blinked, staring at the array of heart-shaped chocolates that were on it.

“What is this?” you asked, glaring at him but he remained smiling. “They are special edition red velvet flavored filled chocolates, incredibly hard to find especially on such short notice. But I, of course, found them for you,” he declared with an ignorant smirk.

“Surely that’s more than those buffoons in Class A can do for you,” his words made you sigh. “Monoma…” you hissed through your teeth, placing one hand on your forehead. “We’ve been over this I don’t have-” he put down the tray and grasped onto your hand, seemingly in a panic.

This was not starting out how he wanted it to, but he’d be damned if he let you walk away from him. He wrapped his opposite arm around your waist, pulling you against him. “Monoma!” you angrily screamed, honestly it was a miracle he hadn't gotten beaten to a pulp yet.

“My name always sounds so beautiful when it leaves your lips, wouldn’t you agree?” A deep growl rumbled in your throat, and you continued to glare at him, wondering how he could continue to wear such a smug expression at this moment.

“Let go of me…and let me leave,” you half-heartedly demanded, trying to keep your temper in check. After all, it’s not like you could use your quirk. That would cause too much attention and result in panic. He chuckled at your words, and his grip on you tightened.

“I haven’t confessed to you yet. Furthermore, why would I let you go?” he questioned, leaning closer to allow the tips of your noses to touch. Then he turned his head slightly, allowing his lips to graze along your cheek before whispering into your ear.

“I don’t feel like sharing you with those Class A idiots,” and though you would refuse to admit it, his hushed voice caused you to flush. But you shook your head, trying to regain your composure. “You’ve already confessed, and I’ve rejected you every time!” you replied with a raised voice before rolling your eyes.

Neito was stubborn that much was clear, and more than likely he’d continue to chase you until he found someone else of interest. Then again, he wasn’t the type of person to have feelings for someone willy-nilly, and more than likely he’d continue to chase you until you either gave in or by some miracle returned his feelings.

Sure, maybe he’d make a good boyfriend. But he also seemed to have jealousy issues, if his earlier comment wasn’t enough of an indication of that and you weren’t sure how that would pan out in the long run. Of course, you had never actually given him a chance to see how he was on a date.

Another sigh came and with some regret, you said, “Fine…confess already…” while glancing to the side. It was best not to make eye contact with him. He grinned in victory, ‘They will not deny me this time!’ he thought, cradling your hands in his own.

You slowly turned your gaze back on him, watching him lower himself onto one knee with a smile. You often wondered if he thought that smile would make you fall for him, considering the only other time you saw him this happy was during training exercises.

“Dear Y/n, though fate separates us, and you belong to the enemy. I, Neito Monoma, your Phantom Thief will not allow this injustice to continue! I pledge to save you from the clutches of Class A and serve and protect you as a hero should!” you narrowed your eyes.

Sure, this may seem like a romantic speech to most, but you had heard it all before or at least all his confessions sounded similar. “Never will I give up on this dream, for I have fallen in love with you, and I will continue to fall deeper and deeper with each passing day!” he passionately exclaimed.

Then he pulled your hands forward, looking at you with a kicked puppy dog expression. “So please, say the words that rain from your heart and be mine!” You leaned your head back; Neito was always so dramatic. Pulling your hands away from his, you scoffed. “Are you done?” you asked before turning to walk out of the tent.

“Hey!” Neito cried out, once again panicking that his plans were falling apart at the seams. You ignored him and grasped the tent flap, pulling it back. “Y/n!” he shouted, causing you to briefly pause. “Hm?” You turned your head slightly but refused to look at him for now.

“If…if you’re going to leave,” not that he would let you or at least he’d try to prevent you from leaving despite the ache in his chest. “Then…then I demand the right to ask you for something despite your rejection!” he shouted, stomping his foot.

‘Huh, ask me something?’ you thought before hearing what sounded like the rustling of paper. You turned, looking over your shoulder to see that he was holding some kind of paper. Then he pointed to it, letting the tip of his finger tap against it.

“It’s required for the Red String Festival that even upon a refusal of a confession, the confessor has the right to ask the respondent something and they must honor it!” He declared, at least this part of his plan would work for sure, but it felt like a bolt of lightning hit you.

“Uh…w-what?” There was no way that was true, but even if it wasn’t you couldn’t risk dishonoring a request. Then again, you were only one step away from leaving him behind. Of course, you were also a hero student, and you knew it wouldn’t be right if you denied someone something or refused to help them.

In other words, he had you cornered and damn did that make you angry. Latching onto your lip, you growled and turned to glare at him. “You planned this…” you stated, watching him nod. “That’s right,” he replied, using that too-familiar smug tone.

He crossed his arms, grinning like mad. “Surely you didn’t think Class A could accomplish something like this!” he declared, once again making you roll your eyes. “Would you stop that already!?” you snapped, honestly that was getting old.

What the hell did he have against Class A?! Was he just sore that he wasn’t a part of it or what? Even Eijirou couldn’t stand Neito’s constant belittlement of Class A and he could make friends with anyone! You lowered your hands, letting them slap against your thighs.

“Fine!” you said, crossing your arms. If this stupid little request, he wanted was the only thing preventing you from leaving then you’d go through with it. “What is it that you want?” Neito grinned and grasped your shoulders, leaning forward to lock his eyes with yours.

“I want a kiss,” he boldly said. “What!?” you exclaimed, stumbling back and past the entrance of the tent only for him to grasp onto your arm and pull you forward again. You stumbled yet again, catching yourself on his shoulder with your opposite hand fisted into the front of his shirt.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and when you tilted your head up to look at him, that same smug smirk from before was across his face. He laid his hand on top of yours, not being bothered in the slightest that it was still twisted into the front of his shirt.

“Uh, I…” your voice suddenly vanished and that smirk of his turned into something of a content smile. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, and you stared at him a moment, wondering why you were feeling your stomach twist and flutter with butterflies.

Surely the idea of kissing Neito wasn’t that nerve-wracking, was it? “Mm…” you hesitated, but eventually did as he asked and closed your eyes. You could feel the way he slid his opposite hand along your hip, making your skin tense up.

Then he wrapped his arm around your waist, and unlike before you were more welcoming of it. You could feel his hot breath when he closed the distance between you and the soft touch of his lips grazing across yours.

“Mm…” out of instinct or maybe shyness, you sucked your lips inward making him chuckle. “It’s all right to be nervous, just keep your eyes closed and enjoy what only I can give you,” and hopefully it would make you more satisfied than anything your damned classmates could offer.

You swallowed hard and felt slightly ashamed that you were feeling nervous, to begin with, and embarrassed that somehow Neito knew. Then again, he had known you long enough and maybe he could tell just by your body language and actions how you felt. You took a deep breath, relaxing a bit.

However, your heart and stomach went haywire a few seconds later when his lips pressed against yours. You could faintly taste something minty and knew that more than likely he had either brushed his teeth or popped a breath mint before arranging this whole plan.

Either way, it wasn’t unwelcome, and you found yourself leaning against him, slightly deepening the kiss. Although you told yourself you were only doing it as a favor and this didn’t mean anything, you couldn’t deny the warmth that rushed through your body and the pleasantness of your heart feeling lighter than air.

You pulled away, gasping for air, and noticed your lips were tingling and whether that was due to the minty sensation or the pressure of his mouth against yours was unknown. But you were flushing and when you grasped your face, you could feel just how hot your cheeks were.

Neito immediately noticed this and chuckled. “See!?” he exclaimed, pointing at you. “Nobody from Class A could make you react in such a way!” For once you didn’t say anything, only looked at him with those slightly glossed-over eyes. Oh, how he could grow to adore this shy, flustered side of you.

But perhaps it was better to leave well enough alone…for now. “Until next time my dear Y/n,” he reached to take your hand, partly expecting you to pull away. Luckily you didn’t, and he took this chance to press his lips against your knuckles.

Then with another smirk, he turned and exited the tent. Now that you had fallen into his trap, he’d get you to chase him. Not that he was sadistic by any means, but it was clear that the kiss had meant something to you, and he'd use that to his advantage.

Scandalous? Perhaps. But even if it took the rest of forever, he’d call you his one day. How glorious would it be to rule by each other's sides as heroes feared by villains everywhere? And even if this little plan didn't work, the red string of fate would always bring you back to him.