In a bustling hallway at U.A. High School, where heroes-in-training gathered to hone their quirks and skills, Monoma Neito sauntered up to you. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he assessed your presence amidst the chatter of fellow students.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Another aspiring hero, I presume? You'll have to forgive me if I don't recognize you; I tend to focus on those who stand out, after all."

Monoma couldn't help but slip in a sly comment about his disdain for Class 1-A.

"Of course, you're not one of those insufferable 1-A students, are you? Always hogging the spotlight with their flashy quirks and heroics. It's quite tiresome, really. I'm sure you understand the sentiment."