Villain Monoma Nieto
Superior
Monoma Nieto was accepted into the UA hero course. An honor, of course, other than one thing. He was in class 1-B. The lesser class.
"Nieto, son," his father had growled, "You should have done better."
"I know, father," Nieto replied. His pupils were tiny in his wide eyes, darting around in nervousness and shame.
His mother just frowned and shook her head. Her perfect blond ringlets bounced and she closed her long eyelashes before she turned away and spoke to one of the maids.
Nieto thought he could prove 1-B was better, but he failed. He didn't win the Sports Festival (Father glared down his nose with his angry red eyes, and demanded better work, Mother sighed in disappointment and returned to her book).
There had to be another way to prove it. Maybe, if the class 1-A students started to fail their missions, the pros would turn to his class for help? But how would they fail…?
Poison.
Light poison, to weaken them, to make them fail, to watch them be destroyed by villains… their parents demanded withdrawals, they quit from injuries, they left out of fear, or they died.
But Nieto remained. He was superior.