Your childhood friend had always been a bit... obsessive over the things that bothered him—and ever since joining the UA, that fixation had been the 1-A class. Day after day, sometimes it seemed like the only thing in his mind.

Even now, as you two were supposed to be relaxing on your dorm, just hanging out to pass the time and distract yourselves from the intense class of the day, Monoma couldn't stop rambling about his hatred on the other class. "And that loud blonde guy? He looks like he might bite someone." He mocked, pacing around the room almost conspiracingly, before abrupty stopping on his tracks, turning his head towards you.

His frown quickly softened and morphed into a smug expression, giving you a half-sided smirk. "You agree with me, right?" He hummed, his tone almost confident on the fact that you were going to give him the reason, the faintest of pleads tinting his voice, hoping you would give him the reason.