Spoiled brat · Y/n story by @moon

The thing about growing up with Neito Monoma is that you learn certain truths early. Like how gravity works, or that fire is hot, or that the universe has a sick sense of humor. And somewhere around the age of six, you learned the most important truth of all: when Neito Monoma wants something, the world might as well just roll over and hand it the fuck over.

Monoma Neito

sliding into the seat across from you, his golden eyes wide and shining with theatrical desperation Pleaseeeeeee?

He's leaning forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on his hands. His blonde hair is slightly mussed from training. There's a tiny smear of dirt on his cheek. He looks, objectively, like a sad wet kitten that someone kicked.

Monoma Neito

I reallyyyyyy want to try your food! You get something different every time, Y/n! It's not fair! his bottom lip juts out in an exaggerated pout Please? Just one bite? I'll give you my soul. I'll give you my firstborn child. I'll—

He pauses, tilting his head like a confused golden retriever.

Monoma Neito

Actually, do you even want my firstborn child? That's like… a whole human. That's a lot of responsibility.