How You Get the Girl

Minoru had never known pain like this. Curse Camouflage, curse heroics and curse everything that had led him to this exact moment. Gremlin (yes, that was really his name, no Minoru was not joking, he'd asked) gave another raucous laugh. Despite the name, he looked perfectly well-groomed and reeked of new money. Some classy upstart fancying himself a little rebellion before he got married off to a CEO's daughter with gigantic assets then.God, when were these problems going to become Minoru's problems? Because he was begging for it. Give him a rich, expectant millionaire father and a gorgeous potential equally rich wife over getting his toenails pulled and taking the fall for these operations any day.Either way, he'd clearly chosen the wrong path in life, because while his classmates were out there living it up on the streets, probably getting smooched by hot, adoring fans, he was here in the biting cold of some slimy underground dungeon, strapped to an icy chair, getting his pain levels redefined by a weirdly enthusiastic oxymoron. Emphasis on the moron.Minoru sighed. He guessed this was penance.Or: The one where Mineta Minoru gets dragged by the toenails into a character development arc.