#neito

[ariart0]

Post-war frenemies <3

[dramaticsk]

would you write a big gay orgy with the some guys of class A and B from My hero academia (including male reader, of course) please?

cw ! -- HEAVY smut, i mean six dudes and two holes? c'mon, there's CLEARLY some gay shit happening here. todoroki, kirishima, iida, monoma, tetsutetsu, and shinsou with male reader. good luck goddamn. synopsis -- how the actual hell did a party turn into you getting fucked on a very stained mattress by six very horny and large men that dont realize how strong they are? a/n -- YOU ASKED THIS SO LONG AGO IM SO SORRY AUGHHH,, but tis okay, because the smut gods are speaking to me 1% story 99% smut guys

talk about getting turnt at a party.

one drink turned into two, two turned into four, and the next thing you knew you were in a miniskirt singing poorly to some Usher or whoever was playing on the speakers that made your head hurt, not any more than the alcohol did.

and yet here you are, back bent at an unnatural angle as you have six cocks all over you, semen and sweat building up on your body and the poor mattress that would have to be burned after this.. whatever this was.

the back of your throat was sore from how many times a hard cock had bashed against it, the tip salty and forcing itself back inside every time your lips departed. or was it another one? each one felt and tasted different, but all you could think about was the cock below you.

steady pace, hands steady on your hips and digging real deep inside of you. eyes locked onto your cock as it throbbed and spurted on his chest repeatedly. you couldn't recognize him by the bated breaths escaping him, but you could recognize that split red and white hair from anywhere.

"Todo..?" your voice was hoarse and raspy, pained moans escaping you as he finally looked up. the lighting highlighted the saliva dripping down his chin, gaze hungry. his fingers curled around the flesh on your waist tighter as he moved his hips faster, watching you falter and grab onto someone else's leg. "Am I doing this right..?" he asked lowly, knowing the answer. it was written on your twisted face. he just wanted to hear you say that it felt good having him balls deep inside of you.

before you could speak again, you felt someone tug your hair from the back and another hold up your chin, slowly shoving himself inside you at once. at this point, your jaw had adjusted to each of their sizes, except for Shoto's. he had been fucking you all night, and refused to get off his back. you could suck his dick another time.

"Don't you every relax, doll?" a hand came to your throat, slightly pressing against a spot to make your mouth slack. the cock in your mouth went down easier, your eyes finding their's. you had thought it was Kirishima with how hard his dick was, but it was one close enough. "Tetsu, hurry up, I wanna have another go.. he's real good at that." Ejirou whined, watching you take all of his friend closely. it didn't stop him from jerking himself off.

Shoto finally pulled out, only for your hole to be filled again. he was much bigger, girth wise. Shoto's was longer.

"M'so tired, but you're so tight.. even after being used.." Shinsou?! he was the last person you expected to be at a party, let alone in a dingy room fucking you dirty with five other guys!

he was slow and deliberate, unlike Shoto, who watched as he stroked you slow. the pleasure and pain was way too much to handle, you hadn't even realized you came again until you felt a tongue lick your tip clean.

even while sucking Tetsutetsu off and riding Shinsou , your eyes wandered to the corner where you saw someone recording and stroking themselves. it wasn't until he looked up at you and his eyes flashed in the lights that you realized it was Iida.

so much for a goody two shoes.

a hard hand came down on your ass, leaving a mark. you could easily tell it was Ejirou's hand, he had a thing about smacking you around. he liked it a lot. Monoma was still helping you take all of Tetsu's cock, one hand firmly on the back of your head holding your hair back and the other firmly on your throat, making you relax and take it.

Shinsou was so vocal. groaning and whining as you rolled your hips on his dick, taking it so well. he himself almost couldn't handle you.

Iida was entranced by your erotic circumstance. he loved watching you get ruined. every time he went over the edge it was like you managed to get him all riled up again. he managed to keep the camera steady.

Kirishima was having a ball watching you flinch and wince every time he would smack your ass or make you spread your legs more, he loved watching you be in pain. he shot ropes onto you every now and then.

Shoto was still sucking away, making sure you too felt the pleasure that you were giving Tetsu and the rest of them. he would be lying if he said he didn't get off to giving you a blowjob.

Monoma and Tetsu were way too busy making out to have any care in the world, but good lord did your tongue and throat feel good to Tetsu. every time his tip hit the back of your throat, he would groan in pleasure. Monoma had already cum on your back multiple times.

by the time this ends, you'll have a sore body, a new outlook on life, a sex tape you're apart of, and six flings.

or boyfriends.

we never know.

MY SMUT IS SO ASS BRO

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)--property of dramatikks

[socialobligation]

i need more of n. monoma smau’s😖😖😖

terms & delusions | n. monoma

being fake in love with monoma was fun. until it all stopped feeling fake.

[biggianteggplant]

Chocolate Covered Almonds

w the mha boys!

BAKUGO KATSUKI

The two of you sat on the couch, legs just barely brushing, a half-finished box of chocolate-covered almonds resting between you. Bakugo had already eaten a handful when he suddenly froze, glancing at his open palm.

You were sitting there, nonchalantly peeling the chocolate off each almond with your tongue, casually plopping the bare almonds into his hand like this was a totally normal, totally not-weird-at-all thing to do.

He blinked.

“…The hell are you doing?!” he snapped, jerking his hand back like it had been burned.

You paused, mid-lick, eyes wide. “Wait—what? You said you don’t like the chocolate part.”

Bakugo scowled. “Yeah, but—you’re licking them?”

You stared at him for a beat, realization dawning. “Oh. Crap. I didn’t think it was that gross—sorry, I just thought it made sense—”

Before you could even fully pull your hand back with the next almond, Denki popped his head around the corner, smirking like he’d been waiting for this.

“I’ll eat it for you, cutie,” he chimed, eyes twinkling. “Indirect kisses and snacks? Count me in.”

You blinked, about to laugh—but before a single sound could escape, a rough hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you back toward the couch.

Bakugo.

He yanked you down beside him with a low growl and snatched the half-licked almond right out of your fingers—then popped it in his mouth without breaking eye contact.

“Back off, Dunce Face,” he snarled, voice low.

Denki blinked, then grinned wider. “Daaaamn, okay, Bakugo.”

You sat frozen for a second, eyes locked on him. “...You’re eating it now?”

He didn’t look at you, chewing like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Tch. Whatever. Don’t care if it’s gross.”

Your lips curved up into a slow, teasing smile. “So you do like it.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, ears red. “Just gimme the next one.”

You giggled, reaching for another.

Denki watched the whole thing unfold like it was the best free drama of the week.

“…You guys are so weird,” he said, strolling off.

Bakugo didn’t even blink—he just opened his hand again, waiting for the next almond.

You were halfway through the box of chocolate-covered almonds when Todoroki’s gaze slowly drifted from the TV to your hands.

You were in the middle of your little ritual—peeling the chocolate coating off each almond with careful attention, sometimes using your fingers, other times licking it off completely—then gently placing the bare almond into his waiting palm.

He’d been accepting them in silence up until now, eyes half-lidded and calm. But now, a slight furrow appeared between his brows.

“…Wait,” he said slowly, voice quiet. “Have you been… licking all of these?”

You paused mid-lick, then shrugged like it was no big deal. “Yeah. You don’t like the chocolate part, and I do. It’s just easier this way.”

Todoroki blinked.

Once.

Twice.

The tiniest hint of pink bloomed across his cheeks. “Oh. That’s… um.”

You tilted your head. “Too weird?”

He hesitated, looking at the glossy almond in his palm like it had just turned into a puzzle. “…It’s a little weird. But also… kind of considerate?”

You blinked back at him.

He looked away quickly, ears red. “I mean—thank you. I appreciate it.”

You smiled softly, surprised. “So… you don’t mind?”

He didn’t meet your eyes, but you could see his lips twitching upward. “You’re happy. I get the almonds. That’s fair.”

Then—almost like he didn’t want to think too much about it—he quietly reached into the box, pulled out a chocolate-covered almond, and placed it gently into your hand.

A silent agreement.

Your smile widened, warmth spreading in your chest. He didn’t say another word, but his ears stayed pink the entire time you kept peeling chocolate.

With Todoroki, it was awkward... quiet… but somehow perfect.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

You and Midoriya were sitting on the couch in the dorm common room, a box of chocolate-covered almonds resting between you. Casual snacking had somehow turned into something... weirder.

You’d been happily peeling off the chocolate with your tongue and handing him the now-bare almonds without explanation. At first, he accepted them blindly, distracted by your easy smile and the warmth of being near you.

But after the fourth one, he paused, blinking at the shiny, slightly damp almond in his hand.

“W-Wait…” he stuttered, turning to you with wide, nervous eyes. “Y-you licked them already?!”

You looked up mid-lick, totally unfazed. “Well, yeah. You don’t like the chocolate part, and I do.”

Midoriya’s face turned the shade of his hero costume. “T-that’s—uh—that’s super intimate! I mean, it’s basically an indirect kiss every time I—!”

You raised an eyebrow. “So? You get the almond, I get the chocolate. Seems fair.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but then you handed him another almond, this one even shinier than the last.

His face burned.

But he took it.

And ate it.

And didn’t look at you for the next five minutes.

KIRISHIMA EIJIRO

You and Kirishima were chilling on the common room couch, the box of chocolate-covered almonds resting between you. The movie playing on the TV was mostly background noise at this point. Your focus was on your little snack routine: lick the chocolate off, pop the bare almond into his palm, repeat.

It had been going on for a while before Kirishima actually looked down at the almond in his hand, then back at you mid-lick.

“…Wait a sec, babe,” he said, brows rising with a crooked grin. “Are you… licking all of these before giving them to me?”

You froze. Mid-lick.

You blinked at him.

“Wait… yeah?” you said slowly, as if he were the weird one. “You don’t like the chocolate part and I do, right? So I figured, y’know… efficiency.”

He held the almond up, dramatically. “So these are, like, secondhand almonds?”

Your eyes widened a little. “Oh my god, I didn’t even think about it like that—wait, is that gross? I mean—I wasn’t trying to be gross! I just—”

But Kirishima was already laughing.

“No, no! Chill, it’s not gross!” he said, clearly amused. “Honestly? I think it’s adorable. That’s some next-level teamwork.” His grin widened, playful and bright. “You’re kinda amazing, y’know that?”

Your cheeks went warm. “You’re seriously okay with it?”

“Okay with it?” he beamed. “I love it! You’re sharing with me, and it’s like—ultimate trust. That’s manly as hell.”

You covered your face with your hands, half-laughing, half-dying inside. “You’re making it sound way cooler than it is.”

He leaned in just slightly, elbow resting behind you on the couch. “Well, if you get to feed me almonds your way… then it’s only fair I get to feed you one too, right?”

Your eyes flicked to his, caught completely off guard. “Huh?”

He was already plucking a chocolate-covered almond from the box, holding it out to you with a grin that was just a little too smug for your heart to handle.

You hesitated. He noticed.

“What?” he teased. “Scared I’ll get almond cooties?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool as you leaned forward and let him feed it to you, his fingers brushing your lips just a little too deliberately.

Kirishima looked way too proud of himself as he leaned back. “See? Teamwork.”

Your heart thudded in your chest. The almonds were officially irrelevant.

And maybe… you kinda liked it that way.

DENKI KAMINARI

You and Kaminari were halfway through a box of chocolate-covered almonds when it finally hit him.

You peeled off another piece of chocolate with casual precision—tongue working expertly—and handed the now-bare almond to him like it was just another normal Tuesday. He popped it into his mouth mid-sentence.

And then froze.

He slowly turned his head to you. Then to the almond. Then back to you.

“…Wait,” he said, voice cracking just slightly. “Have you been… licking all of these?!”

You looked up mid-peel, completely unfazed. “Yeah. You don’t like the chocolate part, and I do. It’s just easier this way.”

Kaminari’s brain short-circuited.

His eyes widened.

A beat passed.

Then his face went bright red, a tiny squeaky noise escaping his throat. “W-WHAT?! THAT’S LIKE—THAT’S—”

You tilted your head. “What?”

“THAT’S AN INDIRECT KISS!!” he shrieked, practically levitating off the couch. “I’VE EATEN LIKE—SEVEN OF THOSE! THAT’S SEVEN INDIRECT KISSES!!”

You blinked. “…You’re bleeding.”

“Huh—?” he touched his nose and yelped, realizing it was starting to drip. “OH MY GOD—YOU’RE TOO CUTE—THIS IS FATAL—”

You snorted. “You’ve literally been eating them this whole time and didn’t even notice.”

“BECAUSE I WAS DISTRACTED BY YOUR FACE!!” he wailed, grabbing a pillow to scream into. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST BEING ALL SWEET AND NORMAL AND NOW IT’S ROMANTIC AND ILLEGAL!”

You handed him another one, already licked clean. “Here. Number eight.”

He made a garbled noise that might’ve been a thank you… or a last breath. Either way, he ate it—with trembling fingers and an audible gasp.

And then, for reasons unknown to even himself, he reached into the box, picked up an untouched chocolate almond, and—trembling—started trying to lick the chocolate off with the same intensity you did.

You stared at him, slowly lowering your hand. “Denki.”

He was already blushing too hard to speak.

“DENKI.”

He looked up, chocolate on his lip, eyes glassy. “Th-this is so much harder than it looks…”

“…You’re not supposed to moan while doing it.”

He immediately short-circuited. “I’M GONNA PASS OUT—”

You nearly choked laughing as he collapsed face-first into the pillow, dramatic as always, nose bleeding worse than ever.

The almonds were a disaster. Your heart? Full. Denki’s? Probably in cardiac arrest.

And he wouldn't have it any other way.

SERO HANTA

You were lounging on the dorm couch with Sero, a half-empty box of chocolate-covered almonds between you. It had become an unspoken routine: you’d lick off the chocolate with practiced focus, hand him the bare almond, and he’d eat it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That is, until he leaned back and gave you that smirk.

“So…” he drawled, arms stretching along the back of the couch, “You’re licking the chocolate off every single one of these?”

You paused mid-lick, eyes flicking up. “Yeah. You don’t like the chocolate, I do. It’s efficient.”

Sero chuckled, watching you with a bit too much amusement. “Efficient? Nah. You look like you’re doing a dramatic love confession to each one.”

You froze. “Excuse me?”

He took the next almond from your hand, all innocent. “I mean, it’s very… passionate. A little sensual, maybe.”

Your face went bright red.

“Sero—shut up,” you muttered, already feeling the heat crawl up your neck.

But he wasn’t done. “Like seriously, if anyone walked in right now, they’d think I was interrupting a moment between you and the almond.”

You groaned and stood up abruptly, grabbing a pillow to smack him with. “I hate you.”

“Oh? Running away now?” he said, clearly enjoying this too much.

“I’m going back to my room—”

You turned, ready to bolt—only for your ankle to suddenly catch, your legs tangled in something stretchy and sticky.

You looked down. Tape.

You looked up. Sero, grinning.

“Did you seriously—”

“Yup,” he said, propping his chin on his hand smugly. “Gotta admit, seeing you flustered like this? Kinda adorable. I think I’ll savor it.”

You squeaked—actually squeaked—and tried to wriggle free, but the tape wouldn’t budge.

“Sero!”

He tilted his head, amused. “Don’t worry. I’ll release you… eventually. Maybe after a few more almonds.”

“I swear to God—”

“And maybe one more dramatic chocolate-lick,” he teased.

You covered your face with both hands. “I’m never eating snacks around you again.”

He just laughed, watching you try to hide your burning cheeks. “Yeah, you will.”

And he was right.

You totally would.

HITOSHI SHINSOU

You were perched on the edge of Shinsou’s bed, legs swinging lightly as you worked your way through the box of chocolate-covered almonds. The quiet rhythm of your actions seemed almost meditative: peel off the chocolate, pop the almond in your mouth, and hand the now-naked almond to him.

At first, Shinsou didn’t even seem to notice.

You continued, lost in your task, completely unbothered by the lack of conversation. But then, as you popped another chocolate-covered almond into your mouth, he glanced up from his book.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

“…Wait a minute,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “What the hell?”

You handed him the next almond, unaware of his growing curiosity.

His gaze shifted from the almond in your hand to the one in yours, the light dawned, and a slow realization started to settle in.

The one she’s eating has chocolate. Mine doesn’t.

His brow furrowed, confusion creeping across his face. He stared at the almond in his hand, then back at you, who was already peeling the next one with meticulous care.

For a few moments, he just watched you.

You looked so… calm. Focused. Like peeling chocolate off almonds was something you did, not just something you were doing for him.

He glanced down at the almond in his hand, then back at you again, still unable to piece it together. Where the hell did the chocolate go?

“Uh…” he finally broke the silence, his voice low and hesitant. “You’ve been doing this the whole time?”

You glanced up, mid-lick, your expression as casual as ever. “Yeah. You hate the chocolate, I don’t. Win-win.”

Shinsou blinked, still holding the almond in his hand, and looked at you like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or call you weird. “…That’s a weird way to do it.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, popping another almond in your mouth. “I guess. It works for us, though.”

He sat back in his chair, his book forgotten, eyes trailing over the way you worked—peeling, eating, handing him almonds like it was the most normal thing in the world. No fanfare, no grand gestures. Just… you, taking care of something small for him without needing any acknowledgment.

He could feel his chest tighten in an unfamiliar way as his mind wandered, realizing that this—this little thing—meant something more than just almonds.

It was thoughtful. Caring. He didn’t know why, but it hit him harder than he expected.

“…Thanks,” he muttered under his breath, barely audible.

You glanced up at him, surprised by the quiet shift in his tone. “Hm?”

He cleared his throat, immediately trying to act like he hadn’t said anything. “Nothing.”

But when you handed him the next almond, his fingers brushed yours. It lingered, just for a second, before he slowly took the almond from your hand. His expression stayed calm, but the warmth in his chest refused to fade.

You didn’t tease him. You didn’t even comment. But you didn’t need to. That small gesture had already said everything he needed to know.

Later, after the box was empty and you’d left, Shinsou stared at the last almond you’d left behind on his desk, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Maybe it wasn’t about the almonds after all.

NEITO MONOMA

“You’re feeding me secondhand almonds?” Monoma gasped, voice sharp with disbelief, his whole posture snapping back like you’d slapped him with a glove. “Have you no shame?”

You didn’t even blink. Calmly, you licked the chocolate off another almond and handed him the bare piece without missing a beat. “You don’t like chocolate. I do. Problem solved.”

He accepted it slowly, with two fingers like it was something cursed. His mouth opened, no doubt to deliver another snarky remark—but instead, he just stared at you.

You kept going, popping the next chocolate-coated almond into your mouth, completely at ease.

He blinked once.

Twice.

Wait… that one had chocolate. The one I just ate didn’t. Where did the—

His brain did the horrifying math.

You licked it off. You licked all of them off. You’ve been licking them and giving them to him.

His entire body stiffened with unspoken horror. But he didn’t drop the almond. No, he was too proud for that. He chewed it with mechanical precision, posture tight, face stuck in a look that teetered somewhere between calm disdain and existential crisis.

You glanced up just in time to catch the subtle twitch in his jaw.

“…You okay?” you asked, raising a brow.

He slowly wiped his hand on his pants like he’d touched a ghost. “Fine,” he said in a clipped tone. “Delightful. Nothing says gourmet like pre-licked snacks.”

“…I’m sorry,” you murmured, voice shrinking, lips trembling ever so slightly. “I didn’t mean to be… gross…”

You looked down at your hands, suddenly very small. “I just thought—since you don’t like the chocolate, and I do, and it’s just us—I didn’t think…”

You trailed off, biting your lip, eyes glossy with puppy-like guilt.

Monoma’s composure shattered.

“No—wait, don’t—don’t look at me like that,” he stammered, voice losing its usual dramatic edge. “I didn’t say you were gross, I just—ugh!”

You peeked up at him. “You think I’m disgusting.”

“I never said that!” he barked, face rapidly turning pink. “I merely… have standards. And you… surprised me. That’s all!”

You sniffled, just a little.

He groaned loudly, tossing his head back. “Fine! Lick all the almonds you want. Who even cares anymore. I’m used to it now, alright?”

You beamed. “Really?”

“Don’t make me say it again,” he snapped, shoving the next almond into his mouth. “Besides, it’s not like I—ugh, never mind.”

Still, his hand reached out a little faster for the next one. And though he scowled with every bite, he didn’t stop eating.

The tips of his ears? Still red.

And when you handed him another almond with that soft little smile—this time with extra cocoa smudged on your lip—he looked away, muttering under his breath.

“…You’re disgusting,” he said. But he chewed it with a fondness he couldn’t quite mask.

And you knew he’d take another.

Every time.

[fandoomerrising]

izuku my beautoful daughter your rizz is immaculate and youve never been oblivious to anothers affections a day in your life DONT LOOK AT BAKUGO.

[frickingnerd]

neito monoma with a shy s/o

pairing: neito monoma x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, established relationship, extrovert x introvert dynamic, protective/caring!monoma

monoma is a bit loud and scary at first, always talking loudest in every room that he's in and seemingly having no shame when it comes to anything he says

he's the one to make the first move on you too, telling you he thinks you're cute and inviting you to grab something to eat with him!

it seems to come so natural to him; complimenting you, confessing to you and just overall being honest with you!

he doesn't seem nervous or embarrassed about anything he says. and honestly, it's admirable!

once the two of you start dating, it doesn't take long for neito to start bragging about you to his friends and classmates – as well as those 1A students!

meanwhile you always get flustered when he tells them stories about how great you are and how much he loves you

monoma also makes sure that everyone is always nice to him! he doesn't mind comments about himself, but if anyone dares to be mean to you… oh boy!

despite how loud and confrontational monoma is, he tries to keep it at a minimum when he's around you, as he knows you don't like being the center of attention

he might seem self centered to others, but only you know that he always puts you first and tries so hard to be a good boyfriend to you!

you really appreciate it and want to show monoma you gratitude, but often struggle to find the right way for it

you try to come out of your shell a bit for him, which often shows as you making the first move when it comes to holding hands or hugs

monoma never complains about always being the first one to make a move, but once you do start showing some agency, he's happier than he's ever been

[ilmmo]

They're so cute awww

[noriette]

Umm idk if you have done him yet BUT PRETTY PLEASE do monomi 🥺 like Monomi is actually a jerk and reader is like the only one he is scared of and immediately shuts his mouth when she's around and everyone just thinks that reader is annoyed with him or hates him, but when the two of them are alone reader absolutely adores him and monomi is like that trope "a man that yeans is a man that earns"? Thank you and I hope you have a good day !!

you’re the only one who is intimidating to neito, but is still a sweetheart to him

“class b has beaten you once again! don’t you losers feel ashamed of yourselves and your skills? i mean, most of you are personally trained by all might himself and you still can’t beat us?!” neito cackled, pointing at the opposing class with a large grin and crazed eyes.

“why do you have to be so rude all the time, man? we’re both working towards the same goal—“ kirishima began to speak, a slight frown on his face and furrowed eyebrows.

“your quirk is nearly powerless, kirishima! how did you expect to beat us when none of you have reached your full potential or really mastered your quirks?!” neito screamed in the halls, causing other classes to peek their heads out in disturbance.

“there’s no need to be mean, man! we’re all pretty strong and nearly beat your class! you didn’t win by a long shot, monoma, only by a few points.” kaminari argued, rolling his eyes as his classmates began to agree with him.

“you go stupid when you use too much of your quirk—“

a familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears, “neito.”

you always caught him off guard. his eyes widened and his mouth fell into a straight line, causing him to stop speaking. he balled his fists up, and when he heard soft footsteps clack against the ground, he slightly slouched in intimidation.

his class’ and class-a’s students both became silent and stared at you, as you walked up to him with a certain look in your eyes, one they couldn’t pinpoint. he continued to stare at kirishima with widened, almost scared eyes until he felt a hand tugging on his collar. he slowly glanced at you, turning his head to make eye contact. his eyebrows furrowed worriedly, then he averted his gaze.

“don’t be an asshole, monoma. come on.” you scowled, glaring into his darker, sad eyes. the corner of his mouth dipped into a frown. gosh, he hated it when you called him by his last name instead of first.

both classes stared at you and the boy, who seemed to be afraid of you. his eyes were wide and scared, maybe even a tad bit ashamed. you looked like a sweet person, and to class a, the only time they saw you was when you were humbling monoma for his actions.

you dragged him away from the classes, and they began to peacefully chat without his yelling and arguments. he whined, “you’re gonna ruin my collar! i ironed it so well this morning!”

“no, i ironed it, and i actually just wanted to be with you.” you smiled, letting go of his collar and flattening it, smoothing out the wrinkles.

a small hum escaped his mouth, and he relaxed. you did indeed humble him often, pulling him away from arguments, but always treating him amazingly after he seemed fearful of you. you were the only one who could discipline him, and he knew that well.

“just wanted to see me, huh? you really needed to pull me away from the classes?” he teased, replacing his crazed grin with a softer one.

he grabbed your smaller hand in his, walking side by side with you down the hallways, preferring this over ‘talking’ with the opposing class.

you paused, causing him to halt his steps as well. he looked back at your peaceful face, seeing a glint in your eye. he tilted his head, “what’s on your mind—“

suddenly, your lips pressed against neito’s, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, chest-to-chest. he smirked into the kiss, holding you up with a hand on your back, which he rubbed softly. the warmth of his body heated up yours, and you softly moaned into the kiss.

after a few moments, the two of you pulled away, still in each other’s arms. he mumbled, “you’re perfect, you know? way better than those class a losers.” he rolled his eyes, still smirking as he made fun of them.

“i should be complimenting you, nei. personally, i’d say you’re more powerful than all of them combined if you can copy all their quirks. you can do anything they can, if not better.” you thought, shyly smiling.

blush formed on his cheeks, and he tried to turn his head away from you, embarrassed but reveling in your praise.

you teased, “oh, don’t turn away from me now, honey.” you ran your hand up and down his chest, even playing with his tie a bit, but he still avoided your gaze.

he spoke, “i’d hate to admit it, but you always put me in my place well, better than anyone.” he paused and smirked, “it’s attractive.”

you grinned and slapped his chest, “oh, quiet!”

he chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, still surprised about how no one knew the two of you were in a relationship. there wasn’t any reason for monoma to be scared of you besides the fact that you always yelled at him when he was rude to other classes, humbling him every time.

little did you know, tetsutetsu and kirishima stood in the hallway behind the two of you, jaws on the ground and shocked eyes. tetsutetsu fell to his knees, causing a loud clank to be heard in the building.

you and neito halted, and he whipped his head around, then yelled, letting go of your hand to point his finger at them. “what the hell are you two doing here?!”

to tetsutetsu, monoma was calm most of the time, aside from when it came to class a, which he hated. to kirishima, monoma was just a plain dickhead. he never knew if there was a reason behind it, but guessed he was insecure. there’s almost always a reason why people act oddly towards others.

but seeing him like that? seeing monoma, someone who was normally cocky, and just a couple minutes ago afraid of you, holding hands with you in the hall? it was one of the weirdest things both of them had seen.

both of them easily figured out he had a soft spot for you, however. no one couldn’t recognize his love for you when he was laughing with you, arm wrapped around your shoulder as he looked at you like you placed each star in the sky.

i literally love neito so much omg. have a good day too, i hope you enjoy this! neito’s so underrated ugh