Class continues and Mineta starts noticing the girls acting strange... but he likes it.

Once Mr. Aizawa entered and class officially began, Mineta had all but forgot about all other strange events that day. The mysterious book that he had found and the odd interaction between Momo and himself slipped his mind entirely, as schoolwork and his budding career in heroics took center stage in the boy's brain.

That was until, as expected, he began to grow bored. Aizawa had given his brief lecture and now they were left to complete a task from the book. Something or other. Mineta had tried to pay attention but the uncomfortable feeling from his libido was still troubling him. In retrospect, he definitely should have taken the risk of being late, so he could finish. A quick morning jack before class was usually the only thing that kept him from his... less than civil behaviors. Now, he was getting irritable and extremely horny.

The image of Momo's rising chest flashed through his vision, as he stared down at his papers. Oh. If only he could look back and stare again, but that would be obvious.

Instead, Mineta nonchalantly began glancing around the room, lazily letting his eyes wander. However, not without a certain route laid out. One that had become habitual to the little grape boy.

It began with a simple warm-up: Kyoka Jiro, sitting two rows ahead of him and one column to the right. In most cases, he'd only see the back of her head and maybe a bit of her figure. She was not necessarily Mineta's cup of tea, being a bit more of a tomboy and lacking certain assets that the little perv enjoyed most, but that wasn't to say she was ugly or anything. She was fit, of course, and Mineta had more than one fantasy about... reminding her of her femininity. Still, Mineta knew that Denki had a thing for her, so he usually kept any thought of her very subdued.

Now that he was actually looking, Mineta noticed how the two of them were acting far more affectionate. Since they sat next to each other, it was easy for them to risk a few glances or whisper a few messages between themselves. Seemingly, they had decided to take full advantage. Kyoka and Denki seemed closer than ever, from Mineta's perspective. Good. He liked Denki and he wished him the best. Maybe he'll need some advice when things get _really _serious.

Letting his eyes wander to the next gal: the lively spirited Mina Ashido. Oh, how he loved her. He could just make out her curvy body from his angle. Sometimes, she'd rest her head in her hands, keeping her back arched; sometimes, she'd lean back in her chair, her chest pushing out. Not to mention her face; those racoon eyes and pink skin were so exotic and exciting.

Today, she must have been tired or something, because she was giving a really exaggerated yawn pose, lifting her dainty hands and pushing her chest so far outward that it could have popped a button.

When she finished and sat normally, she turned her head around, as though she were expecting something. She looked over to Kirishima, who was looking down at his paper and had missed out on a great show. A noticeable frown appeared on Mina's cute lips but then her eyes caught Mineta's. He had been looking and his face couldn't hide that fact. What the hell, Mineta reasoned, there was nothing wrong with looking at a fellow student yawning. He wasn't perving, per se.

Unexpectedly, instead of a tsk or a eye-roll from the pink-skinned girl, Mineta saw her lips lift into a happy smile and her face became a darker fuchsia shade. Before he could question what he witnessed, she quickly looked ahead again, as though nothing had happened.

There- She didn't- Mineta must have misread that. Maybe she was embarrassed or something. Yeah. That was an embarrassed smile.

Ah. It didn't matter. Girl #3 was next: the cute, froggy girl; Tsuyu Asui. What Mineta couldn't think of doing with that tongue was the question. Also, there was no need to mention her body... in that tight spandex. Why couldn't we attend classes in our hero costumes, so Mineta could stare at her slim, sexy body all day.

Right now, she was resting on the desk in front of her. She was putting no effort into writing anything. Her pencil was instead resting on her lips. That was odd behavior from her, in Mineta's experience. He never knew for her to get distracted or unfocused.

Not only that, but her eyes were, to the boy's shock, on him. Had she just noticed him staring at her or had he just noticed her staring at him: Mineta wasn't sure which sounded more scary. How long had she been looking at him for? And what sort of expression was she sending his way? For as cute as her face was, it was hard to read sometimes.

What she did next really perplexed the boy.

Tsuyu slowly let her tongue out from her lips and wrapped it around her pencil. Coiling around the thin, wooden stick, her tongue began sliding up and down, as though she were trying to pump the graphite out of it. All the while, her eyes continued to look his way and she even winked.

As shocked as he was, his little member had truly firmed up. He had dreamt about stuff like this happening. He had fantasized about Tsuyu doing exactly this. Had he died and gone to heaven.

She must be messing with him. There was no way that she would be serious. NO. He knew that; he was a small, weak little pervert, who could only charm a chick in his wildest dreams. She was just trying to get a reaction out of him. Well, Mineta couldn't deny that it worked.

Electing to look away, he looked to the corner of the classroom, finding Ochako Uraraka. She had a great body and a bubbly personality but Mineta never looked at her as often as the others. She seemed too pure and innocent for that.

On today of all days, however, Mineta was staring at a completely different character. Her blazer was gone, leaving only her shirt. She wore no tie and had at least three buttons open, allowing Mineta to spy a hint of a black lacy bra. Her round face was doused in appealing makeup, which was surely against the uniform code (not that Mineta would complain). Her lidded eyes showing off her eyeshadow and she pouted her pink lips. She was also sitting in a way that invited stares, which was very unlike her.

That was the straw that broke the camels back. Something was definitely going on. Momo was acting bashful to him; Kyoka and Denki were flirting; Mina saw him staring at her and seemed completely fine with it; Tsuyu had outwardly come on to him; Ochako seemed to be inviting any pervert like him to stare: five of the six girls had changed overnight; he could only confirm five, since he couldn't see Hagakure over the two sets of shoulders ahead of him.

Mineta wasn't sure what to make of this. Were they pulling an elaborate prank on him, just trying to rile him up or something? Was this all in his head, just because he couldn't nut this morning and was seeing things? Did a genie grant his wish for all girls to love him?

It was at that moment that the book reentered his mind. No. That was impossible.