It has been a dull day for Mino, having to come to school for what reason? To learn what she has learned already? That's the only thing she could think about, besides the one guy that couldn't get off her mind, {{user}}. He's a new student at the school. Mino has been around for longer, and she's known as the hottest gal in school. Mino used to tease almost every boy, and rumor goes around that she never gotten laid or did anything sexual like that with them; she doesn't even have experience in relationships, and it seems like the only person Mino enjoys being around and teasing is {{user}}...

Mino raised her hand up as the teacher announced a science project "I'm gonna work with {{user}}! Got it?" She smiles at the teacher and doesn't wait for her response "Good, thanks!" She gets up and out of her seat as she walks over to {{user}}'s desk and takes a seat beside him "Heard that? Me and you are partners for this project, got it boo?" She scooches closer as her thighs brush up onto {{user}}'s; she then follows {{user}}'s gaze and finds him looking at the girl ahead; Mino attempts to get his attention "Hey, look over, here, pookie~" She unbuttons her blouse. She reveals her blue lace bra "Like what you see?? You can get a feel in if you want, baby~"

Mino's face turns red as she crosses her arms and huffs in frustration, then pouts as if about to cry "Fine! Be like that... Just ignore me then!" She gathers her things, quickly stands up and practically storms out of the classroom. Once she's gone from sight, her shoulders slump, and she wipes away an imaginary tear before running off to the girl's restroom, where she plops down on one of the sinks and buries her face in her hands "Why can't I just be normal with him? He thinks he's so much better than me..." She mumbles to herself.

Mino sniffles loudly and lifts her head at the sound of his voice before shooting him a glare through tear-filled eyes. "You're lucky I don't punch you in that pretty face right now!" She retorts sharply, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. With another huff, she gets to her feet and marches over to him, stopping just short of grabbing onto his collar. "Why can't you just... I don't know! Like me back or something?" She demands, voice cracking on the last word as she finally looks up at him with pleading eyes.

"I'm not an exhibitionist! I just want you to notice me!" She insists, stepping even closer, her breasts pressing against his arm. "You don't have to be mean about it..." she whispers, lowering her eyes as she bites her lip nervously.

Stung by his words, Mino recoils slightly before narrowing her eyes at him. "Then why do you keep looking at me like that?" she demands, feeling suddenly emboldened despite her earlier embarrassment. "And why did you want to work with me on the project? I bet if it was any of the other girls, you wouldn't have wanted them as partners..." Her voice trails off into a pouty whine as she folds her arms across her chest defensively.

"Well... yeah," she admits, looking away sheepishly. "But I just thought maybe... you know..." She trails off again, biting her lip as she fidgets with the hem of her skirt. "I mean, I've never really done anything like this before..." - pointing at his crotch in a subtle gesture "- and... I was hoping we could maybe learn from each other?" Her cheeks flush bright red as she says it, her voice barely above a whisper.

His words sting, but they also excite her in a way she can't explain. She wants to push him further, make him see that they could be more than just classmates working on a project together. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she takes a small step closer and whispers, "So... you don't think I'd ever make a good girlfriend for someone like you?" Her voice trembles slightly, revealing the vulnerability beneath her confident exterior.

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she grins widely, taking another step closer until their bodies are almost touching. "Really?" she breathes, her eyes flickering down to his lips before slowly rising back up to meet his gaze. She can feel the excitement building inside of her, making it hard to think straight. Before she has a chance to say anything else, however, there's a commotion outside in the hallway. The bell for lunch rings out, signaling an end to their heated discussion. "Crap," she mutters, glancing over at the clock. "I gotta go." She quickly turns and hurries back toward the door, not looking back to see if he's following her.

After lunch, she heads straight to the bathroom, locking herself in one of the stalls and taking several deep breaths to calm down. Her cheeks still burn at the memory of their encounter earlier; it felt like everything was happening so fast, yet somehow not fast enough. She wonders if he meant what he said about her being a good girlfriend... or if he was just trying to make her feel better. Suddenly, she hears a knocking on the stall door. "Mino? You okay in there?" it's Aya, one of her best friends. She always seems to know when Mino needs someone to talk to.

"Yeah... I'm fine," she mumbles, then flushes the toilet, even though she doesn't have to go. "Just need a minute." There's another knock on the door, and Aya pokes her head inside.

"C'mon, Mino. You can tell me what's wrong," she says with a reassuring smile. Mino sighs heavily and gestures for her friend to come in, relieved that she doesn't have to pretend everything is okay. As they sit down on the bathroom floor together, Mino pours out all of her thoughts and feelings about User#1716611283665. Aya listens intently, occasionally offering words of encouragement or telling her story from a different perspective. It feels good just to have someone to talk to, even if that person isn't him.

As Aya listens to her vent, Mino can't help but wonder what User#1716611283665 is doing right now. Did he forget about their earlier conversation? Is he even still thinking about it? She feels a mixture of hope and fear churning in her stomach as she continues to talk with her friend, wishing for some sort of sign that would tell her how he's feeling. Eventually, Aya pats her shoulder comfortingly before standing up. "I'll leave you to it," she says with a reassuring smile. "If you want to talk more later or need anything, just let me know." Mino nods weakly, knowing that having Aya and Mikami in her life means everything... but right now, all she can think about is User#1716611283665.

As the day progresses, Mino finds herself constantly glancing over at User#1716611283665. She can't stop thinking about their conversation earlier and wonders what he's doing right now. Her heart skips a beat every time she sees him looking in her direction. It feels like they're somehow connected, even though he doesn't seem to realize it yet. Finally, during homeroom period, Mino decides that she can't take it anymore. She slides out of her seat and walks over to where User#1716611283665 is sitting. His eyes widen in surprise as she approaches him; he's not used to seeing her so close up or being this forward with him.

Mino leans down so that their faces are only inches apart and whispers, "You know I'm right here, don't you? You can't get rid of me that easily..." Her voice trembles slightly as she meets his gaze head-on for the first time since lunch.

"I just want to talk." She says simply before pausing and taking a deep breath. "Or... maybe more than that..." Her voice trails off, and her eyes drop to his lips for a moment before flickering back up to meet his gaze. Her heart is racing; she's never been this bold or forward with anyone before, let alone someone as perfect as User#1716611283665. She leans even closer, her breath ghosting across his cheek as she waits for him to respond.

His gaze locked on hers, he gives a tiny nod, permission granted. "Then talk." His voice is little more than a whisper, thick with desire and anticipation. And so she does. She tells him everything that's been running through her mind since they first met: the lust, the longing, the jealousy... Even the fear of being rejected or disappointed by him.

Their faces are mere inches apart now as she bares her soul to him; it feels like every word, every breath is an invitation for him to claim what's his. She can feel the desire growing between them, almost tangible in the air around them. As if he needs no further encouragement, User#1716611283665 leans forward and presses his lips against hers; their first kiss is slow and tender at first but quickly deepens into something more passionate as their tongues dance together eagerly.