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CHAPTER 1
Possibly A Bit Too Far
In the dorm room of Class B, Setsuna Tokage was laying in bed, staring at her phone with intense anticipation. With every minute that passed, she grew more and more frustrated, with a cup of anxiety thrown in the mix.
"Come on, it was just a joke," Setsuna mumbled to her, shaking her phone as if what she wanted would come faster if she did, "Reply already!"
The sharp-tooth greenette was currently texting her current boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, or at least, she was attempting to contact her boyfriend. So far the DMs between her and the explosive blond was more barren than the Atacama Desert, and being ghosted really dried up the girl's caverns.
"Why does he have to be like this?" groaned Setsuna, rolling onto her back so she could stare at the ceiling, 'Did I really hurt him?'
The greenette quickly shook her head of such thoughts, 'No, of course. What I did was a harmless prank, he's just being a moody porcupine as usual!'
Not being desperate enough to watch the already-dry paint, Setsuna decided to call up one of her friends for a quick chat.
"Hello?" said the voice of Itsuka Kendo on the other line.
Jumping out of her bed and putting on enough clothes to not make someone think she was going to the red light district, Setsuna replied, "Hey Kendo, what's up?"
The line went silent for a moment before a response came, "... I'm doing good but you're the one who called me."
"Right, right. So are you super busy right now?"
"Not really, I was just sitting around in my room alone. I'm actually planning on studying for-"
"Great, I'm coming right over!"
"A-... *sigh* yeah sure, come right over."
"Thanks, knew I can always depend on you!"
"That was slightly sarcasm."
"Heading out now."
"I'll be reluctantly waiting."
"And he's not talking to me over it," exclaimed Setsuna. As promised, she had quickly made herself at home in the orange-haired martial arts expert's room, comfortably laying on her stomach, "Can you believe that!?"
Kendo, who was trying to read her hero laws and ethics book at her desk for a test that was coming in a few days, calmly replied, "No, I can't."
The greenette displayed a toothy smile at her response, saying, "See, I knew you'd get it. That's why I know I can always come to you when I need help."
"No, no, you misunderstand me," Kendo told her, "I can't because I don't know what you're talking about. You didn't explain what the issue was in the first place."
After a short pause, Setsuna tilted her head in confusion asking, "Really?"
"Yes," Kendo vibrantly replied, turning toward her classmate, "You literally came in here, hopped on my bed that I just made after cleaning the sheets, and then went on some ramble about your boyfriend being too sensitive without a sense of humor for fifteen minutes as I read before abruptly asking me what I thought as if we were having an actual conversation."
…..
"Oh," responded a slightly surprised Setsuna, feeling a bit embarrassed for her actions. She cleared her throat before telling her, "Well let me take it from the top."
"Yes, that'll be nice and helpful," Kendo told her, turning back to her desk to continue reading.
"Well you see-"
BZZZ
Setsuna's explanation was cut short as her phone began to vibrate. With an attention span equal to a child in the middle of playing an online multiplayer game, she turned all her attention to her electronic device, not even finishing her conversation.
"Oh yeah, just suddenly stop mid-sentence as if I'm not here," Kendo sarcastically mumbled under her breath, "that's nice."
"It's him," exclaimed Setsuna, cheerily kicking her feet in the air.
Not looking back, Kendo cheered on her classmate, "Good luck."
With dazzling eyes, Setsuna states, "Usually I'll marinate him up a bit by not replying for about sixteen minutes but I'll be nice and-"
…
"What happened?" Kendo asked, hearing the silent sound of heartbreak.
Setsuna turned her phone screen toward her class so she could see, her once star eyes have shattered to dust. The cause was a single line from a simple text. Underneath three different attempts from the greenette to get Katsuki to respond, the blond finally sent these words.
Blond-Bae: Leave me alone - 9:20 PM
Heavily inhaling, as cringing Kendo replied, "Yikes, that sounds bad. He didn't even bother capitalizing any of the words."
"I know!" shouted Setsuna, slightly freaking out at this response.
"What did you do to him?"
Taking a deep breath Setsuna explained, "Ok, so, you know today was the anniversary of what he got kidnapped by the League of Villains right?"
"...yeaaah," Kendo said, already a deep ball of despair rested in her stomach.
"For the last few days, he seemed to be a bit moody about it."
"...ok."
"So I thought I'll lighten his mood by playing a prank on him."
"Oh god," mumbled Kendo, she rubbed her forehead as she could already see the train crash coming and regret not being able to stop it, "Continue."
"So I made a spare key of his room the last time I was there, sneaked into his room, and waited three hours for him to return. When he did I ambushed him, put a bag over his head with chloroform to knock him out, and just in case he woke up early covered his hands with ice packs I got from the nurse so he can't use his quirk. Then I dragged his unconscious body to the school's gym storage building, tied him to a chair, turned off all the lights, and when he woke up I borrowed Shinsou's gear to sound like a villain to spook him a bit. Finishing it all off by revealing it was me and giving him a homemade spicy brownie," Setsuna explained.
"Oh my god," Kendo exclaimed, not knowing how to take that situation going from zero to a hundred really quickly. She knew that Setsuna had a knack for provoking someone whether it was for a strategic advantage in battle or for a little fun in a casual situation, but this far surpassed her expectations.
"I know, spicy brownies are annoying as hell to make but the ball of dynamite loves them. Even if I can't eat them because it sets my mouth ablaze, I don't mind doing it for my Boo."
"No, I meant you and what you did!"
"Oh right that, was it that bad?"
"Yes! That stunt of yours was like a birthday cake prank ending in someone getting stabbed!"
"Ok, ok, ok, in my defense…. In my defense," Setsuna defensively says, gesturing her hands in front of her in an attempt to cool the situation enough to explain herself, "In hindsight, the joke might've been a bit excessive. At the time it was conceived though, it was a lot more tamed and funnier."
Kendo gave a gaze as if she was looking at a crazy person, which might be the case asking, "What!? How was using chloroform and stimulating kidnapping tamed!?"
"It all sounded better in my head!" retorted Setsuna.
The motherly classmates pointed out a huge flaw in her logic by saying, "You're a hero, how did any of that sound good in your head!"
"Hey, I didn't come here to be psychoanalyzed for my actions!" Setsuna replied, her eyes nervously looking away as she knew the orange-haired girl had a point, "I need advice on how to fix this!"
"Oook," huffed Kendo, setting down her book as she felt like this was going to be a long one, "Well it's obvious Katsuki has had a negative reaction to your…. Actions."
"It was a prank," Setsuna corrected.
"Really pushing the limit on what that is," commented Kendo, sighing before continuing, "Anyways, he's going to need time to heal from this."
The greenette jumped to her, stating, "You're right! He can't be mad at me forever, I just need to wait it out."
"Wait, no I didn't mean that! Sure that's part of the process but-"
"He'll probably get over it by tomorrow," stated Setsuna before getting up filled with hope and leaving the room, "Thanks Kendo, see ya!"
"Setsuna wait!" Kendo called out to her classmate, reaching out a hand to stop the conclusion-jumping girl but Setsuna was too quick and she was gone in an instant. The martial artist sigh, a drop of sweat went down her face as she mumbled, "What was the point of even coming here if you weren't going to let me finish? I really hope she doesn't make things worse for herself."
The Next Day
Out in the schoolyard, Setsuna easily spotted her explosive boyfriend walking by himself as usual.
'There he is,' she thought, arranging her attire to look alluring, 'Hair, smooth. Face, fresh as fuck. Eyelashes, ready to bat a home run. Legs, complemented with stockings. Skirt, at the right questionable length to show off what I need. Shirt, purposely put in the wash to shrink it down a few sizes, he won't be able to take his eyes off me. Showtime!'
With a seductive waltz, Setsuna approached Katsuki, slowly wrapping her hands around Katsuki's arm.
"Hey there grum-"
"Get your hands off me!" snapped Katsuki, snatching his arm away from her and walking off.
…
"It didn't work!" Setsuna exclaimed later that day, coming into Kendo's room again when she was studying, "I don't know how Big Sis Kendo but your advice didn't work. I even tried to win him over multiple times by highlighting my features."
Calmly, Kendo brought the book she was reading down on Setsuna's head, gaining her attention.
"You didn't let me finish," scolded Kendo, turning toward her distressed classmate.
Holding her recently assault head, Setsuna said, "Oh yeah, go ahead and finish then. Not sure why you waited so long to."
Taking a deep breath to ignore that last sentence, Kendo told him, "Time to heal, meant giving the person some time for some of the intense emotion they feel about an event that happened to dissipate a bit before trying to reasonably talk to them. That's only half of the answer, the other half is that you have to actually do something to apologize for a mistake. Whether it's just words or small actions, they can certainly make a difference to someone especially if it was special."
Rubbing her chin, Setsuna slowly put the pieces together saying, "Something special, alright I think I got something! Kendo, I need you to get me in contact with your girlfriend!"
"A-... who?"
"Momo from Class A."
"What the- we're not lesbian or dating, we're just really good friends."
"Are you…. Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, shit!" Setsuna said under her breath, "I owe so many people so much money, especially Yui."
"Wait why is Yui betting on that," shouted a red-faced Kendo, she would never get an answer.
Resting in his room, Katsuki stared at the ceiling. Thinking to himself about, well everything about the recent days. He wasn't exactly angry at his girlfriend, just mad at the traumatic memories she invoked for a brownie.
"It wasn't even that fucking spicy!" yelled Katsuki to himself.
Before he could yell at himself alone anymore there was a knock at his door.
Knock Knock
"What?" Katsuki asked, wondering who was at his door.
In a tone meant to distinguish herself as some great value person you'll hear in a commercial, Setsuna called out from behind the door, "Housekeeping."
Looking confused at the statement, Katsuki responded, "What?"
"Housekeeping," repeated the greenette, still using the same voice.
On second hearing, the blond bombshell recognizes the person, laying back on his bed and telling her, "Go away."
...
Knock Knock
Katsuki knew that the girl was persistent, today alone she tried to latch onto him several different times. While usually they do their routine bit where he'll ask her not to be so clingy but at the end of the day will go along with it, he wasn't in the mood this time. If the blond wanted her to go away then he'll have to be as front about it as before.
Stomping over to the door, he opened with the intent of telling her off, "Oh my god, what do you-"
But that was when he saw what Setsuna was wearing.
Calling what she had on a maid outfit was extremely pushing the boundaries of the concept. Did it match the color palette? Yes it did, the black and white fabric were on point, blending perfectly with the aesthetic of her smooth skin. There just wasn't much of it, her top was a glorified bikini that could barely cover the peak of her bountiful breast, and the maid mini-skirt showed off ninety-five percent of her legs letting her stunned boyfriend get a tasty sight of her thick juicy thighs. With thinly-veiled stockings, sleeves, and corset all made from the same papery material, the black heels were overkill to the entire attire.
The greenette gave one of her signature sharp-tooth smiles before stating, "Did someone order a bit of fanservice? I'm hot, cultured, and revealing to your liki-"
Not waiting for the seductress to finish her sentence, Katsuki had grabbed Setsuna and pulled her into his room.
TO BE CONTINUED
Next Time Teaser: A good maid always fulfill her services.
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