Minako Aino walked along the Juuban high school corridor and she did not understand what was happening at all.
Everybody was looking at her, smiling; somebody was pointing their finger at her without any ceremony.
Needless to say that even that girl who adored attention more than sweets felt uneasy and ran to the toilet to see if anything was wrong.
"Is my skirt unbuttoned or what? Or am I having that one thing that happens every month? Oh God, no…" she whined quietly to herself.
In the toilet she took her time to take a hypercritical look at her appearance.
Everything was ideal. Her has was tied with her favorite red ribbon. Her big eyes were lined beautifully (tired of drawing the lines all the time, she finally bought some stencils and voila!), her lips were tinted by fashionable pink lip gloss (a must-have for all the Juuban school blondes, but Minako's was the best, of course, because it smelled like strawberry somehow much better), and her school uniform fitted her perfectly.
The girl left the restroom totally angry and headed to the class immediately, paying no attention to people.
Minako was famous in her class and at school; many people liked her, some tried to. She was definitely too loud and active, sometimes too intrusive, thus confusing many introverts; but those who knew her well admired her friendliness, openness, readiness to help as well as her abilities to create an idea and a salad from literally nothing.
Knowing that her friendly classmates from 3 "A" would not lie to her, she almost kicked the door open, came in and looked at them.
"That's you, Minako", Umino sighed with relief. "We thought our teacher came to the lesson the morning after".
"Listen!" Minako cried so loudly that even a typical Japanese student Kazuma, who was sleeping at the last desk near the window, woke up suddenly. "Does anybody know what is going on here today? Why is everyone in that building looking at me like that?!"
"Oh, you have no idea, do you?" asked Naru.
"What do you mean?" Minako frowned.
Umino came up to her – as it seemed to Minako, even his glasses shined in a strange manner – and whispered voluptuously:
"The star boy", he sighed loudly and licked his lips subtly, "wrote an erotic piece of fanfiction about you".
Minako dropped her bag.
She turned her head in a fury to the second desk of the middle row which was empty: the abovementioned star boy did not consider it necessary to come to the lessons in advance.
She clenched her fists.
"Now that's your end… Seiya Kou!!"
