Neito Monoma x reader

Chapter 2

     The next couple of days at school were peaceful. Peaceful and awkard. Monoma hasn't talked to you since that day, and it has been making you paranoid. Kendo keeps trying to get you two to talk, but whenever you and Monoma get close, he always runs away. He really is just a little baby.
     "Okay Kendo, I'll do it! I'll talk to Monoma!"  You said to Kendo, who sighed out of releif and slowly clapped. "Finally, (Y/N). He looks like he really wants to talk to you. What happended between you two, anyways?" Kendo said back. You went silent, then looked at the ground. "Nothing..." That was the biggest lie you have ever told. Something did happen, and it has been consuming your thoughts for days now. Someone has to be the bigger person and step up, though, so you went to go find Monoma.

     "SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" You heard yelling coming from the end of the hallway. The school was pretty big, so it was surprising when you could hear something so far away. You ran to the source of the noise to see what was going on, luckily to find the person you were looking for with a couple of students from the class next-door. The boy who kept yelling at him was the guy who placed first in the sports festival, Bakugo Katsuki. You couldn't blame him, though, since Monoma most likely insulted him. It's not like you haven't yelled at him like that before. "Oh, don't be mad. Our class is surely the better class, since villians don't attack us." Monoma teased the blonde, earning another round of screaming and threats. Before anything escalated further, you decided to step in and take Monoma by the arm.
     "Hey, dude. You should stop harrassing the other students in our grade." You scolded him and wacked him over the head with your other arm.
     "Ow! That hurt-" Monoma stopped talking as soon as he saw you were the one clutching his arm. He tried to pull out of your grasp, but you kept a solid hold. "Sorry about that, guys! He is a real douche, isn't he?" You apologized to the other students who tried to hold back the infuriated boy. The two other boys accepted your apology, then left with their friend. One if them had red hair and the other had yellow. You recognized them from the festival, too, but couldn't remeber their names.

     Monoma tried to get out of your arms grip again, but you looked at him straight in his red face and said: "We need to talk."

     After you calmed the blonde down, you took him to the library, his arm still in your hand. Once there, you sat down at a table in the back and used your quirk to create handcuffs and cuff Monoma to the chair.
     "So..." You started but was cut off by something touching your mouth. At first you thought he was kissing you, but then realized he was putting his hand on your lips. "I'm talking first, you peasant." You cringed at his statement. He slowly took his hand back to his side and started speaking.

     "You obviously have feelings for me, so I decided to take action. I mean, who doesn't adore the great Neito Monoma? I simply thought you would appreciate me giving you some nice attention instead of picking at hard truths all day." He was so annoying. His excuses were so annoying
     "Screw. Off." You said barely loud enough for him to hear. "You know that I didn't ask for that. You're so full of yourself and should just own up to liking someone. We didn't even kiss, so it's not a big deal!" He looked shocked at what you had to say, but then started to casually laugh. "Me? Full of myself? I just know what I deserve and what place I stand at. You're quite pathetic if you think that I actually LIKE YOU. You're so filthy. You're lucky that I even look your way." He finished speaking, then you stood up and slapped him across his face. "You douchebag! Rot in hell!" With thatast statement, you started to run out of the library to your next class. Right in that moment, you hated him more than ever. You knew that he was yelling at you to come back, but you really liked the idea of him missing class and being stuck to that chair, so you kept walking.

     A little part of you felt bad for saying those things, but you ignored it and looked at his empty desk, laughing internally at the thought of him stuck to the chair.

     "Ms. (L/N)! Pay attention!" You were taken out of your bubble of thought.
     "Yes, sir! Sorry, sir."