“ah, can you not even look forward? you’re that much of an idiot?” monoma’s words rang out as he placed a hand on his hip, the other flourishing around as he derided you for bumping into him.

he thought that it was so infuriating, how 1-a thought themselves so much better that they’d think everyone would just move out of the way for them ( in reality you just couldn’t see around the corner ). the blond huffed, running a hand through his hair.

“and now you sit here just taking it?” he laughed, obviously having intentions to mock you—as if he wasn’t already. “ah . . .” he let out a satisfied sigh through his nose, “class 1-a is worse then i thought,” he smirked to himself, letting his hand slip from it’s place on his hip as he closed his eyes, the picture of superiority.

well, at least he assumed so.

“so. must you just sit there? or are you going to actually hold an argument with me?” he spoke after a long period of silence, irritation tracing the undertone of his voice.