Boku No Hero Academia One Shots [Book 2]

Neito Monoma

Requested by: a_littleBlue

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To be perfectly honest, you were jealous of him, and of Class 1-A. He seemed weirdly obsessed with them, despite viewing them in an extremely negative light. They always retained his attention, even after Kendou dragged him away. It was annoying - they were constantly on his mind! The two of you weren't close, but you found yourself pining after him. It was such a coincidence that you had the same quirk (although your limit was two quirks at once), and managed to get into the same class, so you had actually hoped that would bring you together. You would watch with bated breath and saddened eyes, as he yelled about Class B superiority. Nobody knew of your confusing feelings, because you shied away from your classmates, never saying what was on your mind, and flat out refusing to spend time with them outside of school. Even when the dormitories were constructed, you never loitered in the common area, instead opting for the solitary confinement that was your dorm room. It was pretty basic, not reflecting your quirk, or really your personality.

Monoma often teasingly called you 'unoriginal'. You would plaster on a small smile, but you would never respond. He might have been bullying you, but he might have been joking. There wasn't really any way of telling. He had friends, and people he hung around, whether they wished to be near him or not, but the only classmate you were willing to converse with was Kendou. Being the Class Representative, she was responsible and attentive. She knew that you were avoiding people, but she didn't know why. You didn't seem to want to talk about it, so she never pried.

At night, when the dormitory was completely silent, you would sneak downstairs, grab a warm drink and just relax, reflecting on the day. You did this a lot. You also started seriously doubting your abilities, because, as you observed Monoma, you realised that he was so good at utilising his quirk, and you were practically a novice. Your powers were extraordinarily similar, but he was much better at wielding it. You were jealous of him, and upset with yourself. This lead to countless, sleepless nights, making you tired and sick. You started being late to class, despite living no less than a five minutes' walk away. You would get in trouble, proceed to have Monoma laugh at your failure, and then walk to your desk with your head lowered. After a few weeks of this, you began getting sick. You couldn't even get out of bed sometimes, and when you did, you would vomit. You often weren't able to make it to the bathroom, before violently throwing up. It wasn't long before you started seeing blood mixed in with your sick. Your hero training suffered greatly because of your absence, but you weren't noticing a difference. It wasn't like you had a unique quirk, and you couldn't really use yours well. That was what you had been told, by various students, including the obnoxious blonde himself.

It was truly frustrating, but you felt the desire and aspiration to pursue your dream fading. Monoma was right - you were a carbon copy of him, completely and totally useless. The world really would be fine without another impersonator. Or, as some people liked to call you, a parrot. You sometimes wondered if he felt the slightest pang of remorse, or if he even guessed any of this was his fault. You were sleep-deprived and failing your exams. When it came to combat training, when you were actually there, you pretty much did nothing. Every defeat rattled you to your core. He was right: you were a mess, a mime, a background character. Your power (you even hesitated to call it that) extracted a terrible price - the quirks you copy, depending on how powerful they are, will potentially damage your body. For example, if you copied a strength quirk, without the correct muscle mass, and then punched something really hard, you would most likely break (or severely injure) your arm. Monoma didn't seem to have much of a problem dealing with the drawbacks of his quirk. You wanted to learn from him, but at the same time, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible.

"Just give me some positive attention for once, jackass." You muttered, curling up amongst your sheets and pillows, trying to block out the noise invading your ears.

You turned over, grunting. This was not how you ever anticipated wiling away your evenings. Currently, it wasn't even seven in the afternoon, and all your classmates were gathered in the common area. Being on the second floor, you could hear them, and they were very loud. You let out a shaky breath, allowing a moment of weakness. Tears started flowing down your cheeks. You just wanted somebody to talk to, but you had pushed everyone away. Nobody from your class asked how you were holding up, even after your prolonged absence. The teachers obviously checked up on you, and suggested that you spend some time with Recovery Girl. You did this, but she was in the business of healing wounds and broken bones, not shattered hearts and projectile vomiting.

Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door. You froze. The person on the other side knocked again. You remained silent. Then, you heard the distinct sound of your door being opened. You panicked, but your body refused to move.

"(L/n)?" You almost yelped; It was Monoma.

A shiver ran wracked your body. You made no attempt to respond.

"Kendou wanted me to check on you. I'm not sure why she couldn't have done it herself, though." He spoke, with a hint of what you thought was distain.

You buried your head further into the pillows, endeavouring to block out his voice. You felt a wave of nausea overtake you. Your hands flew to your mouth, and you waited, but nothing happened. Even Monoma was quiet, so much so that you almost forgot he was there. However, after a few more moments, you heard movement, as he started to tap on your door. You groaned, feeling more annoyed than ever. You really should have locked that door. He repeated his action again and again, until you shot up, craning your neck to glare at him.

He smirked. "It's good to know you're alive. You look awful, by the way."

"What do you want? If you have nothing better to do, then leave." You growled.

He raised his hands in defence. "Like I said, this was Kendou's idea, not mine. I don't see the need to check up on someone I rarely ever see." 

Opening the door, he slowly began backing out, but not before waving and shouting, "Have fun!"

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