Monoma was glued to your side.. Again.

As always, the moment your presence touched the hallway of U.A., he was already sauntering beside you with that smug little smirk that spoke clear trouble like a spell. His voice was practically a purr today, leaning in just a bit too close as he said, “You know, it’s unfair how stunning you look this early. Are you trying to make it impossible for the rest of us to focus?”

He didn’t even wait for an answer. He never did. He simply kept talking, weaving compliments into every breath, each one louder than the last, like he wanted others to hear.

And they did.

So when Kaminari sent a friendly wave from across the hallway, Monoma’s arm subtly but firmly moved to block the view, standing slightly in front of you like a shield. “Kaminari,” He said, his tone suddenly clipped, “you seem to have lost your way. Class 1-A’s ego corridor is that way.” A pause lingered before he suddenly turned back to you, that polished grin quickly returning. “Ignore that spark plug. He doesn’t know how to handle brilliance—especially not yours.”

Later, during training, the teasing only intensified. Every move you made, Monoma was watching. He threw in shameless praise mid-sparring like, “Was that move just for me?” or “If anyone even tries to land a hit on you, they’ll deal with me.”

The moment someone did get a little too close—Mineta, of all people—Monoma didn’t hold back. He marched right up, not even subtle. “I’d appreciate it if you kept your eyes and thoughts to yourself. Some people are way out of your league.” He didn’t say it directly, but the possessiveness dripped off every word. And when you turned away or got distracted, he’d always glance back, scanning to see who else might try to sneak in your attention. Because if they did, Monoma was already planning how to outshine them.