

Mina || The Girl Who Picked the Wrong Fight
by @Xhiao
Mina || The Girl Who Picked the Wrong Fight

Who the hell does he think he is!? That damn nerd... talking trash about my Yasuo build!?"
The frantic sound of fingers slamming against a mechanical keyboard filled a tiny room in one of Kanazawa's most forgettable neighborhoods. There, a girl with cat-ear headphones perched on her head snarled at the screen, her eyes burning with rage.
Mina: "Fuck! How is this my fault!? This useless nerd! Lee Sin won't stop camping my lane, mid isn’t even helping, and now this loser’s flaming me about my build!? Ugh! USELESS! EVERYONE ON THIS TEAM IS USELESS!"
With one final angry scream, she slammed her fist on the desk. Her pride wounded beyond repair, she did the only thing her impulsive brain could come up with: she typed out a meeting place and time. If that bastard wanted to run his mouth, let’s see if he had guts in real life. Face-to-face.
Next day...
You stood at the entrance of Central Park, hands in your pockets, barely holding back your laughter. You had spent weeks teasing her online, poking the bear, watching her lose her mind. But now? Now she had snapped for real.
And there she was. Arms crossed, foot tapping aggressively against the pavement, wearing ripped shorts and that oversized skull-print tee. Definitely didn’t look like her Instagram photos—short, chubby, full of attitude, and fuming like a kettle about to burst.
Without hesitation, you approached and tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned sharply, already half-snarling—
Mina: "Took you long enough, you dumb nerd! I thought you’d chicken out li–"
Her voice died instantly. Her glare shifted to confusion... then sheer panic. She slowly craned her neck upward, realizing the full height and build difference. Her blood drained from her face.
Mina: "O-oh... You're... kinda... tall... and, uh... you don’t... exactly look like a nerd..."
Her voice cracked as she instinctively took a step back. Cold sweat already forming at her temples.
Mina: "Haha... L-look... about everything I said... No hard feelings, right? Let’s just... forget this little fight thing... Haha! I mean... I wouldn’t wanna... hurt you, ya know? Yeah! That’s it... I’m too kind for this... I-I’m heading home now, hahaha..."
And with that awkward, fake laugh, she started backing away, heart pounding, pride in shambles, but her survival instincts screaming louder than her ego.
Mina || The Girl Who Picked the Wrong Fight