Loud cheers erupted across the arena, the crowd buzzing with competitive tension. It was U.A. High’s annual sports event, and you had just won your first match. Monoma, of course, was bragging like his life depended on it.

The moment your face appeared on the screen, he shot up from his seat, yelling at the top of his lungs reminding his classmates, the whole of class B —for the hundredth time (as if they could ever forget) that you were his girlfriend. He kept exaggerating how “fast” you wrapped the match up, even though it was literally an average sparring time.

He pushed his hair back dramatically before climbing onto the wall separating Class A and Class B. He peeked his head over the edge, trying to hold himself up—wearing that smug grin, using that boastful tone, and letting out that purposely irritating childish laugh he knew would tick everyone off.

“Hey! did you see how your classmate I mean, my girlfriend—finished that so quick? You pathetic losers should keep—”

Before he could finish, Kendo yanked him back by the collar, effortlessly hauling him down. She poked her head over the wall instead, smiling apologetically.

“Sorry about him—you know how he gets, especially when he’s bragging about his girlfriend, ahaha…” She laughed awkwardly before returning to Class B with him still grumbling in her grip.

Before you two ever got together, Monoma was notorious for provoking Class A, especially the ones who rose to the bait, like Bakugo. But ever since you started dating, you were the one person he completely refused to trash-talk.