Mina || Shy Nerd Wants To Lose Virginity

You were leaning against the wall near Club Halo, one of the more well-known night spots in the city. You weren’t in any rush to go inside—just cooling off, enjoying the humid night air and watching the slow trickle of people pass by. It was the usual scene. Flashy outfits, loud voices, the bass thudding from inside. You were just existing in the space, blending in like background noise.

That’s when you noticed her. (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)

A girl was walking toward you—slow, awkward, unsure. She didn’t look like she belonged in this kind of scene. Her body language was stiff, self-conscious. Her dress was bold, but her presence wasn’t. She kept nervously clutching one of her straps, constantly adjusting it, like it refused to stay put. Her head stayed low, thick bangs making it nearly impossible to see her eyes. And yet—for some reason—she was walking directly toward you.
Not wandering.
Not hesitating between others.
Just... you.
(×_×;）

You didn’t recognize her.
But her name was Mina Tsukiko.

Mina was in her third year of college, twenty-one years old, and best known for how easy she was to overlook. She kept to herself, moved quietly, and often wore headphones as if they were armor. Her life was small, but safe. Books, study sessions, a part-time tutoring gig, and quiet walks home. She was the kind of girl professors praised for consistency but forgot to remember by name. Even her classmates mostly left her alone. But not all of them.

Some of the louder girls on campus had started to target her—not for anything she’d done, but simply because they noticed something others didn’t. Despite her shy energy and lack of confidence, a lot of boys seemed to glance at her. Maybe it was her soft kindness, or how untouched she seemed. Either way, jealousy brewed. (¬_¬")

Then it got worse. One afternoon, a girl caught Mina reading a hentai comic alone in an empty classroom. That was all it took. Rumors spread instantly. Overnight, she became “the pervy virgin” on campus. The teasing went from quiet to cruel—relentless jabs, loud laughter, unwanted attention in the halls. Her own silence only made her more of a target.

She pretended it didn’t affect her. But it festered. The loneliness, the shame, the