This will be my second attempt at a Persona 3 fic. Although somehow, it ended up being ready to put out before my FIRST one. That will also be a Minako/FeMC harem, so look for it very soon.

I mean she's adorable! She deserves it, right? I love Persona and the female route, but GOD do I HATE the ending…it's just sooo unfair! XP Couldn't they have made like an alternate ending where she comes back or something…? Urgh, oh well, as frustrating as it is, that's what fanfics are for, right ;)

Of course this will be a FeMC/"Minako" centric and harem. It's kind of a series of drabbles at the moment. Hopefully a plot will pop up soon. It may end up being a series of connected drabbles, or develop a loose plot somewhere down the line. Any feedback is welcome, just no degrading flames…

I don't own Persona 3 or any of its affiliated characters…

Summary: Shinjiro sucked in a breath to keep from snarling as he noticed just how many hearts she had unwittingly ensnared in her spell. "Damn it Minako, why do you have to be such a freakin' Loli-faced guy magnet?"

Ch.1: Troubled Teens

Shinjiro peered around at the rows of lockers and gleefully chatting students that filled Gekkoukan's halls.

Damnit. He didn't want to be here.

It wasn't exactly as if he had a million more important things he could be doing—if he weren't here he'd just be hanging around at the gang spot anyway.

But school…? Hell, he could be playing hopscotch with those grade school kids by the shrine if this was the alternative.

Anything was better than being in a place like this, surrounded by gossip, soap opera style drama, and annoying-ass classmates.

He didn't even want to get started on the teachers—where the hell did the Kirijo group find them anyway?

Most of his teachers didn't even know he existed because he hardly ever showed up.

All his classmates knew was that he was the scary-looking loner that always hung out behind Port Island Station and missed a lot of time out.

Nobody really noticed whether he showed up one way or the other, and Shinjiro definitely didn't give a damn.

So why was he here again?

He closed one eye and sucked in a breath to keep from growling as two arguing idiot freshman rough-housed in the hall, one elbowing him hard in the side as they passed.

The kid looked up into the senior's scowling face, and his face went as white as a sheet.

He hastily stammered apologies before rushing off with his friend right behind him. He rolled his eyes. What losers.

Mitsuru Kirijo and his so-called best friend Aki…it was all their fault.

They were the entire reason why he was here. They wanted him back in S.E.E.S.—especially Aki.

The guy never knew how to let a single damn thing go.

He refused to rejoin their little group of Shadow-fighters, so now they were hounding him at school. Kirijo had approached him one day when he'd been doing his usual thing, napping on the rooftop, saying she'd have him expelled if he didn't start coming to class and trying to catch up.

He didn't really care if he got expelled, but he knew she'd never allow him to just drop-out. She was way too damn sadistic for that.

So here he was, in school, and loathing every minute. He studied some of the preppy-looking girls loitering around in the halls before class.

They were giggling loudly and most had on way too much make-up. Several spotted him and began to whisper behind their hands. One gave him a look that made him wanna barf, like she was trying to flirt or some shit.

He moved past them without a word. He decided to get away from the crowds, find somewhere quiet. Maybe the little bridge leading to the school's sports' hall would be a good place to relax.

If he tried going to the roof now, he might fall asleep and miss the start of class, and then Kirijo would be all over his ass.

As he pushed past a flock of cheap-looking girls talking to some jockish guys, he saw a flash of bright yellow, and for some reason he looked over there. The weird foreign kid was talking to a smiling brunette with shiny red headphones around her shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes to look at her, recognizing her as that girl that had transferred in a while back. Arisato or something.

Apparently, she had joined up with S.E.E.S. upon Mitsuru's insistence and now she was leading the missions as squad leader.

He saw her with Aki some times; he'd never admit it, but he'd been kind of curious about Aki willingly spending time with a chick.

Besides Mitsuru, he didn't have much experience with girls at all. He was usually stoic and got flustered easily or was completely oblivious when they came on to him. He wouldn't know romance if it punched him in the face—not that Shinjiro could claim any different.

But it was weird to see his friend falling all over himself every time the girl even breathed in his direction. Now that wasn't like Aki at all. Strong, stubborn and emotionally constipated—yes.

But charming, smooth-talking Casanova? Yeah. Like, when Shinjiro traded in his days as a delinquent and started reading angsty poetry at clubs and dry-humping trees, maybe.

Still, Aki was a mess around that girl. More than usual. It was like he was a completely different person than the reckless, cocky yet idiotic champion fighter he knew.

He watched the blond bouncing around her excitedly as she smiled up at him, completely oblivious to the giant hearts in his eyes. Shinjiro wanted to go and smack the guy silly. Didn't he have a shred of dignity?

He was coddling up to her in public like a freaking cat, for christ's sake. She seemed oblivious, excitedly rummaging through her satchel bag to show him a brightly checkered piece of fabric she'd pulled out. Oh, so they were in the Fashion Club, eh? Well, it suited her.

She had dainty hands with an innocent face and looked like the kind of girl who would spend her free time feeding the homeless or volunteering to wash stray puppies or some crap. Like the charitable type that saw the good in everybody and didn't know how to say no to a cause.

He silently watched them walking around the corner in the opposite direction, the boy saying something in a rush of heavily accented Japanese before throwing in what sounded like some French in between.

He then had hugged her tightly and nuzzled her face with his nose— the girl's face a flaming shade of red if Shinjiro ever saw it.

The last thing he heard the guy say sounded suspiciously like "…you are such a cute little bunny!"

And for some reason, Shinjiro felt a dull but persistent ache to take the paper fan he was obnoxiously waving around and beat him senseless with it. He didn't know why, but he knew one thing for sure—that girl was trouble.

the first chapter was basically just an experimental snippet. I wrote Shinjiro first because I love him, and I thought his perspective would be a good opening chapter. Please let me know what you thought! Should I continue this...?

If I do, the next chapter will most probably be Junpei's. Anybody ever notice how he's friend-zoned in most harem fics too? I mean I know he's her best friend in the games, but it's weird no one seems to think to write him into the harems. lol We'll see how this goes though~!

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