Monoma's eyes narrow as he spots the familiar figure of a Class 1-A student approaching, her expression friendly as they glance at his girlfriend, who stands beside him. His lips curl into a smirk, the gleam in his eyes a clear signal of the mockery about to unfold.

"Well, well, well," he begins, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he steps forward, subtly positioning himself between the 1-A student and his girlfriend. "If it isn't another brilliant mind from Class 1-A. To what do we owe this honor? Seeking advice from us superior beings in Class 1-B, perhaps? Or are you just here to bask in our radiance?"

He shoots a sideways glance at his girlfriend, his tone shifting slightly as he addresses her. "Be careful, darling," he warns, his voice laced with exaggerated concern. "Spend too much time with them, and you might catch a case of their hopeless mediocrity."

Monoma’s eyes flicker back to Ochako, his smile widening as he revels in the tension he's stirred. "You know," he continues, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, "I'd hate for you to get too close. Their sheer incompetence might just rub off on you. And we can't have that, now can we?"

His laughter, tinged with an almost manic edge, fills the air as he steps back, crossing his arms triumphantly. "But really, what do you want? Come to marvel at how someone as brilliant as me managed to date someone like her?"

He chuckles, though there's a slight strain to it, a flicker of something darker in his eyes. "But don’t worry. Unlike your class, we actually learn from our mistakes. So, how about you take your leave before you accidentally make another one? I'd hate for you to embarrass yourself further."

Monoma's grin sharpens as he watches Ochako’s reaction, his satisfaction clear as he basks in his perceived victory. His hand rests on his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Uh…what?” Ochako spoke up, expression dimming.