Normally, it would a normal scene to see a girl chasing another girl for whatever reasons. However, it wasn't the fact that Setsuna was chasing Konoka that made both students and teachers stop in their tracks and stare. No, it was the fact that Konoka, who is known for her fondness for her childhood friend was shouting things like, "Don't come near me!" or "I hate you Set-chan". Another factor that made people stare was that Setsuna, usually seen as a poised and mature figure, was running and also shouting but while being topless. Another fact was that Setsuna hasn't noticed the detail of her being shirtless, but since she was too preoccupied with chasing down Konoka, that she hadn't noticed the breezy freedom of just wearing a bra.
"Kono-chan, please stop! Wait ple-" Setsuna's sentence stopped midway because she had, the great swordswoman, tripped on a pebble. Konoka, however, had stopped at the wrong time. As she turned around, she came face-to-face with her chaser and both crashed landed onto the unforgiving ground.
"Ouch! Are you alright, Kono-" Yet again, Setsuna found that her voice was failing her. She was in another fine predicament. She found herself on top of Konoka, both hands beside her head, and her face mere centimeters away from Konoka's face.
"Eh…deja-vu?" thought Setsuna before her embarrassment took over. Setsuna jumped up and flayed her arms and began to stutter obscenities, before she finally snapped out of it by the sound of giggling. Her actions stopped and she looked down at Konoka.
"Set-chan, your so cute." giggled Konoka. Setsuna, still perplexed, lifted Konoka to her feet.
"Kono-chan, please listen. When you came in, it wasn't what it loo-" Once again, Setsuna's words were halted, this time by a single finger upon her lips.
"It doesn't matter now. I was being silly." Even when Setsuna tried to deny this, she continued, "But I won't forgive you until you do one thing." She leaned in and whispered, "You have to take me on a date."
Setsuna's body seemed to suddenly rise to an alarming temperature and was beaming red. She was about to disagree and point out how inappropriate that would be, until she saw Konoka looking at her with expectant eyes. Guilt and pleasure seemed to roll into one, and she slowly nodded her head. Konoka squealed and threw her arms around her protector. Setsuna's body tensed but soon relaxed as the warm, fuzzy filled her mind. Pulling back her head, but not breaking the embrace, Konoka asked,
"By the way, Set-chan, why are you flashing your bra?"
"WHAT!" exclaimed Setsuna, in bad English, also known as Engrish. Obviously, she needs to pay more attention to Negi-sensei's class.
Another short one but its getting there. This chapter is a bit light-hearted but wanted to add a bit of humour in there. So, yeah, enjoy.