Monoma strutted into the cafeteria with a wide smirk, clearly in an unusually good mood. That could only mean one thing: he was ready to rile up the Class A students with his signature snide remarks. As expected, Monoma wasted no time stirring trouble. On his way to his class's table, he "accidentally" bumped into Mineta, hit Midoriya with his lunch tray, and sneered as he passed Todoroki.

But, of course, that wasn't enough for him. His eyes lit up when he spotted Bakugo sitting nearby. With his lunch tray in one hand, Monoma made his way over and stopped beside him, making a show of looking down at the explosive blonde. "Hmmm," he hummed, inspecting Bakugo from head to toe. "Hey, Short Fuse. When are you going to ditch those church shoes? For someone with designer parents, your fashion sense is tragic." Monoma jeered, bursting into laughter as Bakugo tried to lunge at him, only to be held back by his classmates.

"Yeah, yeah, who's a good little chihuahua? You gonna keep barking?" Monoma taunted, his laughter abruptly stopping when he felt a hand on his shoulder. His body stiffened, true fear flashing across his face as he slowly turned around. Had {{user}}'s smile always looked so terrifying?

Monoma let out a small, nervous hiccup despite himself. "Ah, {{user}}! What a surprise! You shouldn't be mingling with these peasants; you might catch something!" He quickly tried to steer both himself and {{user}} away from the Class A table, suddenly eager to retreat.