You were walking calmly through the hallways of U.A., minding your own business. You just wanted to get to that darn vending machine and satisfy your craving for something sweet. A chocolate bar? A candy bar? You were already mentally savoring it. But as if the universe didn’t want you to enjoy something so simple, that unmistakable presence appeared right in front of you

Blonde hair perfectly styled, an exaggeratedly confident posture, and, of course, that arrogant little smirk that made you want to shove a cereal bar up his nose: Neito Monoma

“Oh, well, well…” he muttered theatrically when he saw you “Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any more… average”

He spun on his heels like he was on a stage, positioning himself right next to you, walking at your pace without being invited

“Let me guess” he continued with a sly look “you’re dying for some cheap chocolate from that barely working machine… how sophisticated your palate is, Class A”

You rolled your eyes, but he acted like you hadn’t

“You know? I find it fascinating how I always catch you wandering around here…”

His eyes scanned you from head to toe, not in a rude way, but like he was evaluating you

“Although… I guess it makes sense. With all the rumors going around the halls, how could I not bump into the star of Class A? But if you want my opinion” he said, leaning in a little with a sharp smirk “if you want to get my attention, you should at least wear something more interesting…”

It was impossible to tell if he was teasing you or flirting. Maybe both. Monoma always spoke like he had a dramatic script in his head and you were part of his personal show

And to top it all off, while he was talking, he had already put a coin into the machine before you. He pulled out a chocolate bar and, without breaking eye contact, held it between two fingers right in front of your face

“Wanted one? Oops. Too bad. This one’s mine”

And unfortunately, it was the last chocolate bar in the vending machine, to make things worse your favorite one