@falangismcontinued @leisdelusions @coolguy69699 @raskoln1kovsaxe @freakyolivelady @deutsches3 @nnymphaeaceae @noelgallagh3r @isosporiasis I have terrible mutual overlap so I tried not 2 tag people who have already been tagged Sorry If U were tagged twice OK 😁
HAIII THANK U!!!!! choose from my devious pile....
LOVESICK, CANNIBAL! -femtanyl
DINNER! -femtanyl
This Hurts -MSI
The perfect pair -beebaboobie (idk howto spell it💔)
Groan -dazey and the scouts
Voting ended onDec 4, 2025
I actually dotn think i've heard any of your songs lei! I'll listen to them^^
@willgrahamsbum @willgrahamsballhair @imlostinyour-iris @asterfart067 ur totaalllly gonna be online to see this tonys pizza>:3 @fleeting-starshower <- if u wanna do this!^^ I'm curious about ur music !
Hi how are things? I hope and well I have a Boku no hero scenario about Monoma x reader (I love Monoma), how about a scenario where Monoma tried in every way possible to intimidate the new girl in class 1-A but she just looks at him sweetly and tells him He says something like "Monoma, you're so cute"? I even imagine her holding his hands and saying cute things to him and he's very confused, haha the girl loves him so much that she doesn't care that he messes with her, the ending could be As you like, if Monoma confronts her or not, why does she treat him with so much affection ❤❤❤
We love a confused Neito Monoma here!
Neito Monoma, current hero student in Class 2-B, had made it his personal mission to shake the new girl in Class 2-A. You had transferred in from the General Studies department, and part of him hated your wide-eyed expression and the way you spoke your words softly. However, what he hated more than that was your quirk. It was powerful enough to not only rival his own but also earn the respect of that big-mouthed, hot-headed idiot from Class A known as Katsuki Bakugou. So, it was only natural that he'd want to push you to your limit. Test you.
This meant he'd mock, mimic, and passively-aggressively praise Class B in front of you, just to see what your reaction would be. However, this didn't necessarily go as planned.
During a much-needed training exercise between Class A and Class B, he was blessed enough to be matched up with you. "Oh, how refreshing, another overhyped so-called hero student from Class A," he purred, his voice laced with that familiar mocking tone as he pressed a hand to his chest. "I’m afraid I don’t care enough to know your name, but it’s almost funny that you’re being claimed as a so-called prodigy," he smirked. "I do hope you know that you’re not intimidating in the slightest." A wide, confident smirk came to his face as he anticipated your reaction.
You chuckled some, placing your hand on your hip. Your eyes leering at him a bit, taking him in from head to toe. "You’re Monoma, aren’t you?" You had heard quite a few things about him from Eijirou, one of your new classmates. While you could see how they'd view him as annoying, you found his taunting to be cute, albeit somewhat childish. This is why you didn't flinch or react negatively. Rather, you smiled. Sweetly, warmly, almost too friendly. "Nobody told me that you’re so cute when you're petty."
His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. His legs grew heavy, as if he were frozen, like he couldn't process what you had just said.
"Hm?" you blinked, tilting your head. "Is something wrong?"
His eyebrow twitched, his mouth sputtering unidentifiable words. After a few moments, however, he spat out "I-I'm fine!" Then he crossed his arms and turned his back to you. "E-even if I was not, I would not stoop so low as to confess my troubles to a Class A wannabe like you!"
"Oh, I..." before you could say anymore, he stomped away. Although you swore you saw the faintest red color on his cheeks.
He grumbled as he took a seat next to Hitoshi Shinso. How dare that...that Class A buffoon just...compliment me like that! Honestly! He growled softly, clasping his hand over his mouth, his brow furrowed.
"Uh...is something wrong?" Hitoshi asked, noting the strange way he was acting. However, he was only greeted with silence as a response and sighed.
Perhaps I should just ignore her! Yes! That will surely crush her spirits! Having I, Neito Monoma, Class B's greatest student and Class A's greatest rival, ignore her! He grinned, oh yes. Perhaps if he pretended you didn't exist, he'd crush your fragile little ego just like the rest of the Class A members. However, his plan ended up backfiring the next day at lunch, when he found himself standing in line next to you.
"Hi Monoma!" you said brightly, nudging his arm with your shoulder. "Getting lunch, I see."
He groaned, his gaze dark as he turned to you. "T-that is what lunch time is for, or do you simply not know how to tell time?" He scoffed, crossing his arms. "I wouldn’t expect such skills from Class A anyway."
You laughed at his words, a bright smile coming to your face. "You know, you should try the strawberry mochi," you insisted, "it's just as sweet as you."
He blinked, staring at you as if you were speaking a foreign language, and you might as well have been. "What!?" he sputtered, his body betraying him as his cheeks turned red. "I...I d-do not...w-why...you buffoon I...I was..." he growled and proceeded to stomp away. Furious that he had been thwarted by you again.
This continued for weeks, and each week, he grew more irritated at the way you'd wave at him in the hallway like he was your best friend. How you'd randomly bring him snacks from the vending machine, and then you had the nerve to try and praise him after the two of you were in a joint training exercise meant to teach the students that pairing up with unlikely heroes would be a common occurrence in the field.
Somehow, the two of you managed to win your round. "We won, Monoma!" you declared with a bright smile that made his stomach churn. However, that was nothing compared to the way he hitched his breath when you laced your fingers with his, the simple gesture making him both flustered and frustrated all over again. And that giggle of yours that followed, like the mocking icing on top of the cake. In his moment of anger, he hadn't realized just how hard he was squeezing your hand.
"That's some grip, Monoma!" you said, that taunting giggle of yours still lingering in the air. "I bet you work out super hard so you can take down villains, right? That's amazing!"
His eye twitched subtly, as if his brain had stopped functioning because of your words.
"Hm?" you blinked, noticing his dull-eyed expression. "Monoma, are you okay?" A moment of silence passed before you shrugged and walked away like nothing happened.
Oh, how he hated how you left him there. All alone like an idiot. It was driving him crazy, so crazy to the point where he was finally determined to figure it out. Why do you compliment him? Why wouldn't you fall or cry under his words? He needed to figure you out. Until then, he'd go back to taunting you...or at least trying to.
However, this short-term dedication was broken during another joint Class training drill. He thought he had the upper hand when he snuck behind you, smirking like a villain as he copied your quirk. "Hah!" He snickered. "Seems like Class A has lost their touch!" he declared. "I so easily copied your quirk without you noticing. Make no mistake, I am always ten steps ahead of you Class A wannabes." He sighed, "Honestly, I expected more from you."
A soft chuckle escaped your lips when you faced him. Hands on your hips, eyes locked with his before closing the distance. You kept a smile on your face as you looked up at him, your bodies just inches from one another. Then you did something unexpected.
He gasped when your arms wrapped around his waist, your head coming to rest against his chest, the top of your hair tickling his chin.
"You’re amazing, Monoma. So clever, and brilliant!"
A shiver ran down his spine, but he remained frozen. No words came, and his arms remained out like he was nothing but a porcelain doll. The rest of it was blank; he didn't remember walking away from you, nor did he recall how he got back to the locker room. His eyes were wide and devoid of any emotion, but inside, a hurricane was brewing. T-that Class A....idiot! Who does she think she is? Messing with someone as great as I...I'll...I'll... He groaned; it was clear he needed to do something else to confront you, as nothing else had worked so far.
You knew there was something special about Neito from the moment you heard about him. Someone who wasn't afraid to raise the stakes, to outright declare his plans and follow through with them, well to the best of his ability, anyway. Which is why you waited. The following day, you stood by the vending machines outside the main UA building and smiled when you saw him approach. "Hey Monoma—"
"Quiet!" he snapped, his hands curled into fists at his sides. His jaw clenched, and his teeth tightly pressed together. "Why!?" he hissed out.
"Why what?"
He growled softly, running a hand through his hair. His cheeks dusted a soft pink, and his eyes narrowed. "Why are you...so nice?" he grimaced as if the question burned his tongue. "An idiot like you from Class A shouldn't dare be nice to a member of Class B who is clearly the superior class," he noted. "Yet, I have been trying to get under your skin, attempting to break you, and it's as if my words, my actions, have meant nothing. You just—"
You tilted your head, eyebrow furrowed as he tried to come up with the words.
"Just...mock me instead!? Compliment me, hug me?!" he growled, and grabbed the front of your blazer, being careful not to tear it as he pulled you closer. "Are you truly attempting to mess with someone from a superior class!?"
Silence filled the air.
You frowned, processing his words. Your eyes softened, and you reached up, gently wrapping your fingers around his wrist. "Monoma," you said, shaking your head. "I don't care that you've been trying to get under my skin or insulting me."
His grip on you loosened, your touch sending tingles down his arm. "W-what?"
You chuckled. "I just like the way your mind works," you confessed. "Your sharp tongue and the way you always try to stick to your plans even when they don't work out."
His eyes widened, and a soft burning sensation filled his cheeks. He stumbled back, releasing you. "W-well, I..." he turned his head, muttering under his breath. Once again, you seemed to have caught him off guard.
"Hah, are you embarrassed?" you asked, folding your hands behind your back. "You're so dramatic even when you don't have to be," you teased, "but that's okay. That's just another thing I like about you."
"Mm..." he looked at you, eyebrow twitching. Yet, his heart was racing and his brain fried, absent of any thoughts or logic as to why you were saying any of this. What could you gain from it?
You took a step forward. "You want to know what else I like about you?" Grinning, you pointed at him and said, "You're passionate above all else. You don't care what people think, you already know your worth, and I see that."
"S-shut up..." he weakly replied, his cheeks turning darker.
"Hah, again you're trying to insult me. But that's okay, I love you as you are, even when you're trying to be a menace." You smirked, daring to step even closer. Then you leaned in, "Besides, you blush really easily, and it's adorable."
His eyebrow twitched again, a soft growl rumbling in his throat as he locked eyes with you. "Y-you are evil for a member of Class A," he muttered.
You laughed in response and grabbed his hand, slipping your fingers between his. "Only for you," you replied, the smirk still on your face as you looked him in the eye. "Don't pretend you don't love it."
