SIREN SONG Hitoshi Shinso X Fem Original Character

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SHINSO POV:

"Aimi? Wow, I mean, I figured you'd have classy taste but I didn't know you'd like something that classy," Aizawa snorted. Sure, it was his plan to bring the kids together in the first place, but he didn't think they'd get this far this fast.

"Just shut up and tell me what I need to do," I was already getting tired of this idea. Just the thought of hurting her again made me sick to my stomach. If I really wanted to make her jealous, id go to Jirou, after all it doesn't take a moron to realize she's got a thing for me.

"I already told you kid, make her jealous. If she gets upset, she feels the same. If not, sorry," he coldly said.

"How though? I made her really upset when I had lunch with other people, I don't wanna hurt her like that again," I ranted, running a hand through my hair.

"Flirt around. Don't talk to just her, but you also don't want to drop her completely," he explained. Aizawa went into more detail about what to do and I listened intently, taking in every detail I could. "Oh, and I put in an offer for her to do her internships with us. I'm not sure if she will take it, but she's been taking up some lessons with me, so cross your fingers,"

"You wanted this to happen didn't you?" I glared at him. A mischievous grin grew upon his face. "i'm gonna shower, you're scary," He just chuckled and went back to grading papers. I went into my room and grabbed a few things before heading to the bathroom. Waiting for the water to turn warm, my phone pinged. I took a quick glance as I stepped into the porcelain tub.

Beauty:

hey, thanks for earlier, im sorry about my parents, my mom can be a nut job sometimes I swear

I just looked at the message, not sure what to say. Droplets raced down my body as the water beat on my exposed skin. After while, I finally thought of a response.

No biggie, I thought it was kinda funny. I like hanging around your mom, kinda makes up for the lack of having one

I hope that wasn't too deep. I set my phone outside the shower and allowed my tensed muscles to relax. Training everyday was tiring, the aches throughout my body never seeming to leave, but the improvement was noticeable. After a few more moments of letting the warm water beat against my sore muscles, I rubbed some shampoo into my hair, a few strands falling down across my face. Once all the bubbles were out, I put a layer of conditioner through the lavender mop, leaving it to sit for a few moments while I cleaned the rest of my body. I rinsed everything off and turned off the water, stepping out and wrapping a towel around my waist.

I walked to my room and looked through my clothes of what I was going to wear, even though I wear the exact same thing like every day. The sound of my phone caught my attention again, and I paused to look at it.

Beauty:

can I ask you something? you can say no don't worry I won't be mad

sure, go ahead

wanna facetime? ;)

My face started to heat upon reading her text, but I agreed anyway. Quicker than I expected, her face had appeared on my phone screen, desperately waiting for me to pick up. I tapped the green button and propped my phone up, then proceeded to go back to what I was doing.

"Hey Shin- woah," She said. I glanced up at the phone screen and noticed the slight pink tint her cheeks had become, eyebrows furring in confusion.

"What's wrong Beauty?" I asked, continuing to look through my dresser for pajamas.

"Why are you naked? Also, your hair is down, it looks good like that." She replied, her cheeks getting brighter. It became apparent to me that I was in fact, naked. Or, well, shirtless but she couldn't see far enough to see that I had on underwear.

"I'm not naked Aimi, i just got out of the shower, i'm just looking for a shirt and some pants so i can finish up some homework," a sigh left my mouth at the end of my sentence. This girl will be the death of me, I can already tell. Also, she's one to talk, she's barely wearing anything. A small little tank that barely covers her up, her navel on full display. "Also, you can't say that i'm naked when you're dressed like that, tits on display. Nice piercings by the way, are those supposed to help with your quirk or is it purely cosmetic?" She gasped, although it was clearly fake. A small chuckle made its way out of my throat, barely audible. She would try to start a retort, but would stop short every time.

"I'll have you know, Mister, it's rather rude to make a comment on a woman's breasts. You perv!" She finally got out, laughing at the end. I just rolled my eyes, grabbing my clothes and moving over to the small desk in my room. I set my phone down, slid the pants up my legs and shirt over my head, then re-propped up my phone so i could get started on homework.

"Yeah yeah, it's not like you started it or anything," I gave her a glance, "anyway, was there any specific reason you wanted to call me, or was it just to invade my study time?" I didn't realize how rude I had sounded until the words left my mouth, but thankfully Aimi didn't seem to notice. She just laughed once again.

"I was actually hoping I could get your help, not quirk related. This math work is really getting to me, and i need some help." She had a slight pout on her face. I just kept a deadpan expression as i looked at her through the phone screen.

Aimi is smart, we shared our entrance exam scores. That's also when i found out she didn't need to take the physical exam, which is utter bullshit but i guess having rich parents comes with privileges. "You, struggling in math? I don't believe it. What else is it that you want?"

"Shinso i'm legit struggling in math," She laughed out. She pulled up her notes, revealing all the times she scribbled over her work. "I always had a tutor when i would struggle back in grade school. My grade hasn't dropped yet so my parents aren't aware im having issues, and i'd like to keep it that way, can you help or not?"

I sighed once again, sitting down in my desk chair and pulling out the math work I also needed to do. "Yeah i can try, let's go through it together." We spent the next hour or two working through our work, until it was done and ready to turn in tomorrow. Aimi wanted to stay up and keep talking, but she fell asleep almost as soon as she laid down. I hung up, and went to sleep myself.