Mineta Loses his Book

Ibara noticed that the pair had left. She should probably be on her way to class too. Granted, it wasn't like her punctuality would matter in the grand scheme of her schoolwork. She was far from unintelligent but she just had trouble concentrating in the classroom. How could she not with so many cute boys around her to fantasize about? She felt no shame in the way she behaved. After all, it was part of her religion; he fruitful, multiply and have fun while doing it.

Her sardonic fantasies can get the better of her, on occasion. Just like the tournament fight with Kaminari all those months back. On the surface, Denki Kaminari could be perceived as cool but, in reality, he was honestly just a dork who seemed just as intimidated by the notion of sex. Ibara had loved every second of exposing him to the joys of being her BDSM toy.

Now, Mineta on the other hand. He was less than nothing in her mind. A short, meek crybaby, who doesn't even like girls touching him. The pathetic little grape head needed to get his head out of his ass and into the gutter, like the rest of the school. That being said, she enjoyed how easy it was to fluster him, so when she saw him alone in the hallway, she may have been a bit rambunctious.

Huh, whatever. What was the time now? 08:58? Ah, shit! She had better get to class.

"I'd better move these vines, then," said Ibara, as she began retracting her thorny hair, which had all but blocked the hallway. The sooner she gets to class, the sooner she can think about some better potential lays, instead of the grape goblin.

As her vines retracted, however, Ibara caught something that had been trapped between them.

"Huh? That's that?" she asked, drawing her tangled thorns close to her face to better inspect it.

It looked to be (an ancient tomb) a common, everyday NOTEBOOK. It was (weird) totally unremarkable.

"Now where did this come from I wonder?" Ibara said, tapping her finger against her lips, already suspecting that she knew the answer.

Meanwhile, Kaminari and Mineta had finally made it to class with a minute to spare. Some of the girls still weren't here yet. Yaoyorozu was there, though, gazing at the pair from her dark corner. Kaminari gave her a warning glare, knowing that his little buddy would have to spend the next few hours directly in front of her.

"How are you holding up, bud? If you want, I can-"

"It's okay, Denki," said Mineta, quietly shushing his friend, "I don't really want to draw attention. I'll be fine."

"Okay. Well, I've got my own problems with Jiro. Don't be afraid to speak up, okay?"

"Thanks."

Mineta sidled to the back of the class and found his seat near the corner, just in front of Yaoyorozu. He could already feel her eyes staring at him and it was making him fidget.

Just ignore her and focus on your schoolwork.

It was only when Mineta went to place down and empty his bag that he realised that it had a massive open gash across the bottom of it. Ibara's thorns must have sliced into it when she had picked him up by the backpack, earlier. What was worse was that not every item was accounted for.

My new notebook! Mineta realised, crestfallen.

If it wasn't here and Mineta hadn't noticed it fall out earlier, it was likely that it was with none other than Ibara and HE DID NOT want to go near her and get into a confrontation to get it back.

I had just bought that. It cost me... It cost... A LOT, I remember. I didn't even get to use it and now I don't have anything to write in and she... I...

From the seat at the back, Momo saw Mineta place his head into his arms and take uneasy, upsetting breaths.

Now probably isn't a good time, either, is it? She thought.

Ugh, this class couldn't be going any slower, thought Ibara, as she stared between the board and the clock on the wall.

She was beginning to get antsy. She had spent a lot of her time in class imagining a series of erotic scenarios with each of her male classmates, even some of the girls and eventually threw in a few teachers for fun. Unfortunately, all it ended up doing was getting her hot and bothered and now she just wanted a break period, so she can jill herself off. She had tried asking to use the bathroom but Vlad King had cottoned on to that ploy long ago.

In the meantime, she kicked at her schoolbag and, leaning beside it, Mineta's heavy-ass notebook.

Of course she had opened it on her way to class. It was just a notebook, after all, it wasn't like she was looking at his diary or anything, so it wasn't like he'd have any right to be upset (she was sure he still would kick up a fuss about it, though. That crybaby). Surprisingly, it was almost blank, save for some weird notes on the first page about 'perversion' and 'reality' and something about the notebook itself.

It wasn't worth thinking about, She opined.

Of course that pug-faced dwarf would write about perverts. He must think he was SO MUCH BETTER than the rest of them. Well, he was in for a rude awakening when he entered the real world and realises that sex is a societal necessity. She hoped that he ends up working for a woman, one day, so she can show him exactly that.

Holy God above, the grape tosser was really getting under her skin fiercely today.

She eyed his notebook again, which she was now kicking around on the floor with mild abandon.

'Maybe I can return this to him, after I write a few good notes of my own.'

The first class was almost over. The time was 09:29

70 hours and 40 minutes remaining.