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ii. challenge
i knew it was unfair to play with a girl's heart. i knew everything about it wasn't right. nobody deserved to have their heart toyed with. but it never stopped me.
there were so many girls in the world, each one more different than the rest. there were the shy girls and the hot girls that denied me every time i opened my mouth. there were the girls who liked to flirt right back. it was my favorite game. i was the puppetear, controlling the girl and moving her how i wanted her to.
that was easy enough. all it took was the right words and the right smile. sometimes even a smirk was all that was needed for them to become attached.
i never really felt anything for the girls i talked to. hopefully they would be stupid enough (not as dumb as me of course) to let me pull them into my bedroom. i always had that thirst to trail my fingers across their skin and hear them whisper my name so softly. some of them were too loud or overall annoying, but i didn't take the time to pay attention to that.
i'm not really the most desired guy in the one-a hero course at u.a. high. perhaps more girls preferred the anger that radiated off of katsuki bakugou's body. or somebody sweet and innocent like izuku midoriya. maybe they wanted a manly man like eijiro kirishima or serious, stonefaced shoto todoroki.
but i knew none of them really had eyes out for girls. bakugou and kirishima were basically a couple. izuku had ochaco uraraka stringing along like a lost puppy. and todoroki didn't seem like the guy who wanted a girlfriend.
i'm thankful that i don't look anything like koji koda or rikido satou. and most importantly, not minoru mineta. mineta was a close friend of mine, somebody that i look hottest compared to. he was a greasy slimeball who did everything to see a girl in her underwear. i followed along in tow because maybe i was as perverted as him. but my looks gave me the advantage and i wasn't that gross as him. i didn't see them as objects, really. i was kind enough to tell they were as human as me.
but i knew that was a lie because i didn't care about girls, they were just countries that i wanted to conquer.
right now, homeroom is buzzing with conversation. fellow classmates conversing on how it was like seeing family for the first time since they'd lived in the dorms. i didn't really like going home though. my strict parents were disappointed in me. mostly for my terrible grades or when i'd convince girls to sneak into my bedroom window for a night of secret rendezvous.
i'd only gotten praised when my dad congratulated me on not short ciruting my brain in the provisional liscene exam on the first test . . . and when i actually passed it.
i don't want to think about it anymore as mineta sits on top of my desk, nudging me with his elbow. i look up at him. he's smirking and i feel like smirking too. "how's that checklist of yours coming along? with all the girls from u.a. so far you've screwed with?" his voice is teasing but he sounds so subtle. nobody even turns their heads.
"so far i've got fifteen. . . no seventeen." i say, looking at the secret file somewhere on my iphone, a place where nobody would be able to find it. it was so i wouldn't get caught with anything.
mineta snickers. "not surprised at all . . . y'know, i've been thinking about something. you've tried to flirt with just about every girl in our class . . . but there's one that you never talk to."
i know who he's talking about instantly. the girl he's talking about hates me, so i don't even bother with her. i watch his eyes trail towards the classroom door, mine following suit. in walks a girl, far beautiful than she lets herself on to be, with a pretty smile formed from perfect lips. her steps are light, barely even making a sound. her skirt flutters when she waves at tsu and uraraka. it looks a little shorter than the other girls' skirts. her legs are covered at the thighs with high thigh socks.
her beautiful h/c hair is pulled up into a ponytail with light strands at the sides. her lips are covered in cherry lipgloss and mineta tells me she smells like vanilla. of course he knows what she smells like because he's always too close for comfort around the girls.
i remember when she was in that cheerleading uniform during the sports festival we convinced the girls they had to wear. it was funny, really.
there was also that time when she dressed up as a cat for a halloween party the class decided to throw.
she always catches attention when she doesn't try to. because there is no trying when it comes to y/n l/n. there is only do. that makes me laugh a little at how gross i sound right now. that's probably why she doesn't like me.
when she's done talking to her girlfriends, she walks and sits down in a desk a few seats away towards the right wall of the classroom. mineta's eyes are glued to her hips and thighs when she sits down. i swear his mouth begins to water . . . disgusting. i don't tell him to stop because i'm looking too.
he turns back to me and me to him. and he opens his mouth to speak. "i have a challenge for you."
"challenge?" i raise an eyebrow with a slight smirk.
"i know that she hates you and all, but i'd like to see you try and get her. and when i say get her, you know what i'm talking about." he's talking about me getting in her pants.
when he laughs, i laugh too. "i could do it. but that depends . . . what's in it for me?"
"you get to charm her up with your flirting and you have the knowledge of knowing you slept with the hottest girl in class one-a. i never get to see her underneath her clothes because she threatens me with drop kicking me out the nearest window . . . and i don't want to die because i really think she'll do it. she needs to be tricked. i want her to feel gullible." he seems like he's plotting a conniving revenge scheme.
i can throw in the bait and she'll be reeled in in no time. "okay, i'm in." i say just as aizawa walks through that front door.
