Extra Short Story: (Mina's School Commute)

A few months back, before the U.A. Dorms had been conceived, the students were still subject to public transport on the daily. Many put up with it, of course. Some, however, kind of liked the thrill that it came with. These were almost always the female students, who all had one or two stories to tell.

This is one of them.

It was still early in the school year. Mina had developed gracefully into the rhythm by now and was waiting at her local train station's platform with time to spare. She didn't like waiting around, at the best of times, but she had discovered a little nicety.

Mina stood idle for a few minutes, looking out at the small crowd that were also waiting for the next train. Mainly peeping how many young guys there were that may be looking in her direction. Most were just peering downward at their phones or their watches or just looking out at the distance. Mina pouted, thinking: Come on, guys. I'm right here; you can look.

Trying as best as she could to look coy, she worked up a big yawn, stretching up her arms and arching her back, pushing out her chest as far as she could.

It was a signature move for her at this point, loving the attention that it brought without making her appear ****.

Coming down from the yawn, Mina carefully rescanned the platform for any takers. None; they were still looking down or blankly away.

Oof, a bad miss. Mina wasn't the type to give up, though.

Dropping her school bag next to her and rearing up for attempt number two, she yawned a little louder, stretching her arms up and then down in front of her, arching her back once more to show her rounded butt underneath her skirt.

Once again, she looked around again. Nothing.

Mina wasn't going to try a third time; that would have just been sad.

Actually, there was the sound of approaching feet from behind her.

Nice, Mina thought: Maybe he had got a rocking face full of her rear and was coming over to give her a nice compliment. Maybe a feel. A girl could dream.

"Man, little miss. You sure need to catch up on your sleep, huh? Yawning so much," Mina heard the voice of a man and turned her head.

Mina guessed that the man was probably in his late 20s but he looked older. He was kind of pudgy and looked to have a very unhealthy lifestyle. His hair was a bit unruly and he clearly hadn't shaved in a day or two, leaving patches of shadow on his face and neck. He was wearing a normal white shirt with a black tie, implying he must have had an office job, but he was sporting a long coat for the colder weather.

Most importantly to Mina, however, he gave the wrong reaction, seemingly misunderstanding her as just being tired and ignoring her body all together.

Mina grimaced, thinking the guy was a creep.

"Yeah, I guess. Thanks," said Mina, turning her head in the opposite direction, hoping that was enough to get rid him.

"I'm serious," the guy said back, "Yawning is quite contagious. You could get me going too, if you aren't careful. And I guarantee I won't look as cute as you, when I yawn, let me tell you."

Mina perked up.

That had been a sweet compliment; she thought.

"Aw, thanks," She said with a small smile.

The man actually let out a yawn of his own, sending his arms outward.

"Aw man, see what I mean. *Yawn* You set me off and now I'm gonna end up getting you going again. *Yawn* Then you set me off again. It's a vicious cycle."

Finally understanding what the man was doing, Mina's smile broadened, before she said, "I... I think you're right," and too began to yawn again. This time, the man took a nice long look at her front and back, which Mina really appreciated.

This guy was no creep. He was actually quite charming.

"Nice figure, Missy. Next time, though, send your arms out to the sides a bit more. It really helps show more of the chest off."

"My, whatever do you mean?" Mina said, still playing ignorant.

"Don't think I didn't know what you were playing at, Missy. Those fake yawns weren't gonna fool me for a second."

"Aw, was I that obvious," Mina shyly kicked the floor of the platform, hoping the gentleman didn't think she was being a floozy.

"It's alright," The perv said, patting her back very kindly, exciting the pink girl, "You girls all have your methods. It may fool some dudes, but my girlfriend used to try that yawning stuff on me all the time when we first met, so I learnt to spot it a mile off. Still appreciate the show, though."

For some reason, even though she hadn't met this man more than a minute ago, Mina felt sad at the mention of a girlfriend.

Of course a pervert this adorable has a girlfriend. I bet she's a 10, too.

Mina tried to hide her disappointment by smiling up at the man.

"She's lucky to have you. You're a real catch, y'know?"

"Hardly. I've calmed down now. You should have seen me when I was around your age. Proper leg humper, I was. Real ladies' man."

Mina could only imagine.

"If only I were ten years younger. I'd have motorboated those scrumptious tits of yours before your first yawn."

"Oh, stop it, you tease," Mina giggled, giving the gentleman a playful punch to the shoulder.

Obviously, he was only teasing. Consent laws were still a thing but she could always appreciate an older man who wasn't afraid to be honest about his feelings and pay a young lady a compliment every once in a while.

"That's a U.A. uniform, right? Nice to be talking to a future hero, right now. Let me guess, your hero costume's got a boob window."

"Incorrect, sir," Mina played along, "Well. Not yet anyway."

Their conversation was cut off by the sound of the train grinding to a stop at the platform.

Mina turned to the train, then back to the man.

"Shame," the man said, "I've got the next train."

"Aw," pouted Mina, enjoying the man's polite and pervy company.

"Well," the man took her hand, "It was nice to meet you, anyway. I hope you grow up to be a great hero."

"Thanks."

"Also," the man continued, giving some kindly advice, "don't waste your time trying to get the attention of prudes at a train stop. You're in high school, for heavens sake. No better place to find perverts. Perverts your age, most importantly. I'm sure you know a few by now. They're the ones to yawn for, amongst over things."

Mina appreciated the man's sage tip. He really was a man who knew his stuff.

"Got it. Thanks again. See you around, some time," Mina said, getting onto the train.

"Bye, now."

Before the doors could close, Mina heard a familiar cry a short way away from her and spotted a fast blur of red and white speed onto the platform and into the train doors before they shut.

Looks like Kirishima made it, just in time.

Mina decided to move down the train cars and meet him. She could do with the company.

As she walked, she felt another yawn coming on.