"This again?" Kirishima sighed.
"This again," Kaminari agreed.
This again.
"After all, we've all seen what Class 1-A are really made of! Resorting to classless bullying rather than honest competition! That's why Class 1-B are once again going to show the rest of the school who truly stands at the top of the hero course!"
Kirishima sighed, letting Monoma's rant fade into the background. "Dude, let's just leave. He probably won't even notice we're gone."
"You can go if you want," Saiki offered, folding his arms. "I'm gonna hear him out."
"–And after the school festival is over, no one will even remember your class exists! So dazzled by our performance, you'll just be a distant memory!"
At around the seven minute mark, Saiki started to truly regret his intent to actually give the blowhard room to rant. But, if there was one thing that could be said about him, it was his willingness to subject himself to interminable tortures for questionable gain.
Monoma's backup dancers started getting antsy at around the nine minute mark.
"What do you have to say to that?!" the blond asked, complete with dramatic finger pointing.
Saiki unfolded his arms. "You're done then? Finished wasting everyone's time?"
"Yeah, are you?" came another voice from behind the group of 1-B students. "Because some of us have class to get to."
Monoma flinched at the sharp accusation, turning to see his flunkies parting for Shinso, as well as a stream of other gen ed students. "Oh, of course! I'm sorry, wouldn't want to get in the way of the general students. We have to be conscientious. We're heroes after all!"
The blond let out an 'oof' as Shinso forcefully shoved past him. He hadn't needed to. There was plenty of space. Probably took that comment badly, as did more than a couple of the other gen ed students who passed him.
"Wow. You really have doubled down like Kendo said," Saiki observed, glancing at the passing stream of students. "Talking down to gen ed students?"
"Kendo? What, has she been talking to the high and mighty 1-A behind our backs?"
Calling anyone high and mighty after giving a ten minute diatribe about how great he and his class were. "Your class rep tried to get us to make nice. Same as ours did." Almost like everyone knew this pissing contest was a pointless waste of time.
And yet. "Sounds like our class rep doesn't have our interests in mind," Monoma replied. By the way he looked at his flunkies, it was a comment more for their benefit than for the 1-A students.
Internal and external pissing contests. Great. "Your interests being... What exactly?" Saiki asked. "What exactly do you get out of picking fights at every possible opportunity? Hell, it sounds like you're doing it within your own class now. I guess you're gonna be that pathetic and desperate kind of hero? 'Hey! How dare you help save those civilians! I could handle it all myself! You're just trying to steal the spotlight!' Something like that?"
"I sound nothing like that!"
Kaminari rolled his eyes. "Dude, that's how you always talk. I'm surprised you didn't talk that kind of garbage after the summer training camp."
"Monoma," Saiki continued, attempting to speak with more authority than judgement. "Take it from someone with experience. The guy trying to force everyone to acknowledge him as the most specialest ever? It's the sign of a loser. The guy who has to talk big so maybe one day he can believe it." He took two steps forward, while Monoma took one back, only to regain his courage and return to his original place. "You can come find me when you've got more than talk. Until then, stop wasting our time, stop wasting their time, and most importantly stop wasting your time. Go for a run, work out, practice your quirk, study, I don't give a shit. Stop blowing hot air. Stop practicing your speeches in the mirror. And put the damn work in."
Throughout the reprimand, Monoma wore an increasingly deep scowl, only for it to even out a little toward the end. Saiki hoped it was a sign that the blowhard was actually taking the advice on board. "Is that what you think?"
"Obviously–"
Something was wrong. He could feel it instantly. He blinked. Or tried to blink, but couldn't. He couldn't move at all.
"You're right. It's pretty obvious. Maybe you should show off where hard work got you. Bare it all for the whole school to admire."
The words were spoken quietly. Saiki wasn't sure even the two boys behind Monoma heard them. But he heard them loud and clear. The instruction that his body followed without hesitation.
"Saiki?"
"I guess we're finally going to lunch?"
They didn't know. They hadn't realised. How could they? So far as Kirishima and Kaminari could tell, he and Monoma had each said their piece and the confrontation was over. It wasn't like him just walking off was out of character. But, Shinso bumping Monoma, Monoma could copy quirks, Shinso had a mind control quirk...
Saiki had no idea what he was about to do even if his body did. But whatever it was, it was meant to humiliate him. There had to be a way to fight it! Something he could do! He struggled within his own mind, trying to shake off the compulsion, not even knowing what the compulsion was. Without a thought to target, he tried to enforce his own. Don't move. Stop walking. Stand in place. Stop. Just, stop!
It didn't matter. It didn't affect anything. He kept walking, found his way to the front of the cafeteria. Kirishima and Kaminari stopped to get in line, but Saiki kept walking until he was looking down the entire length of the room. Rows of half-full lunch tables. One lunch period ending, the next starting.
He grabbed his jacket, shirt and tie with one hand.
Oh. Wow. This was a hell of an escalation. It wasn't going to end well for anybody. Saiki wasn't exactly someone with body shame but he well understood this would look bad despite the lack of direct humiliation. In one pull, his upper body was bared as his uniform was torn off. Followed by the bottom half of it.
'Bare it all.' That explained why he was bothering to take off his shoes and socks too.
Feminine screams erupted through the room.
"SAISEI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
By then? Bodybuilding poses.
"Saiki, what the hell?!" Kirishima took off his jacket and tried to cover the brainwashed boy up, but Saiki grabbed it out of his hand and threw it away. "What are you–?!"
"He's completely out of it!" Kaminari exclaimed, grabbing Saiki's arm and shocking him, to no effect.
Someone realised. He saw Ojiro jump to his feet, hop on a lunch table and leap toward them all. "Bakugo!" he shouted as he ran toward them. Leaping over Saiki, his tail coiled around the naked student's neck. "Hit him hard! Something he'll feel!"
"Don't tell me twice!" she answered, shaking out her hands before forming a barrel with one. "AP SHOT!"
The explosive projectile flew the few metres across the room to its target, slamming into Saiki's gut. He bent inward around the impact. "Hoof!" The expulsion of air was followed by a deep gasp. His first conscious action in minutes. "I'm good!" he exclaimed, covering his bits with both hands.
"What the hell, Ojiro how did you–?" Kaminari asked.
"It's Shinso's quirk," the tailed boy answered. "It's like hypnosis. He got me with it in the sports festival and a hit snapped me out of it." He glanced at Katsumi. "I figured it'd need to be a pretty big hit to wake up Saiki."
"I like compliments. Right now I'd prefer clothes."
"Oh, right!" Kirishima fetched his jacket and handed it to his exposed friend, who subsequently tied it around his waist to cover the front. Kaminari's came next, with the reverse treatment. "You can, uh, you can keep that."
"What's going on in here?!"
Katsumi Bakugo was a woman on the warpath. Someone decided it would be fun to fuck with what was hers and now they were going to face the consequences. No one got to humiliate Saiki Saisei but her! She had heard all she needed to find the one responsible.
She appeared to them like a hound from hell, slamming open the classroom door and snarling as she stalked her way toward her target. "You!"
Shinso's tired eyes blinked at her in confusion. "Huh?" And suddenly he was grabbed by the collar and hoisted out of his seat. "What the hell?! Bakugo, what're you doing?!"
"Someone get a teacher!"
"Did you think it would be funny?!" Katsumi growled. "Using your stupid mind control quirk to make him strip?! Is that how you get your rocks off?!"
"Use my what to what?!" He struggled against her grip but the popping of her other hand warned him not to. "To who?!"
"Saiki, you piece of shit!"
"Saisei?! I didn't do anything to Saisei! And I haven't used my quirk at all today!"
"Spout all the bullshit you want!"
"Are you even listening?!"
"N–" Her eyes turned blank.
Shinso let out a sigh of relief. "Put me down and let go." Slowly lowered to the floor, he took a step back as soon as he was free to do so. "I didn't do a damn thing to Saisei," he explained, keeping her under his quirk's effect to defend himself freely. "The last time I saw him, he was arguing with that mouthy blond from 1-B. I didn't say anything to him, he didn't say anything back, I never put him under my quirk." He looked to one of his classmates. "Right?"
The girl stared at the unnervingly placid hero student. "Um... Yeah. They were blocking the hallway when we were trying to get here. He only talked to the blond one. And they kept going after we passed them."
"I'm going to release my quirk now. Don't attack me again."
Life came back to Katsumi's body. She heard what he said, she heard someone vouch for him, but she still wanted to clock him because holy shit that felt weird. But she was capable of controlling herself despite what other people thought. So with narrowed eyes, "You said annoying blond. You mean Monoma?"
"I guess."
"You touched him?"
A flicker of confusion before realisation. "I bumped him when I– Hey!"
Wrong guy. That was her bad, not that she'd say it. Instead any time apologising was better spent taking a dickshit blond asshole and tearing him a new one!
One classroom over.
"Hunh? Bakugo?" Vlad King was there. He didn't matter. "Why are you interrupting my– Hey, I'm talking to–!"
Monoma got the same treatment as Shinso and then some. Ripped up and out of his seat, dragged to the back of the classroom and pinned against the wall.
"HEY WHAT THE–!"
And a palm slapped against the wall beside his head with a blasting exclamation point. That shut him up quick. "Are you that much of a piss-stained pile of garbage that you gotta humiliate people in public? HUH?! Does that make you feel big?!"
"I don't know what you're–"
"WRONG ANSWER!"
Blood red cords snaked around her limbs. "Bakugo, let him go, now!" Vlad King, didn't understand what happened. Thought she was just attacking him.
Better clear that up. "This piece of shit just used Shinso's hypnosis mind control whatever bullshit to force Saiki to strip naked in the cafeteria!"
"What?!" The ginger with the big hands. "Okay, Monoma's got problems but not even he would stoop that low!"
Monoma looked around in mild panic, reading the room and not liking what he saw. "It was Shinso's quirk, it must've been him!"
"Where do you think I just was, dipshit?" Katsumi asked, letting the blond down and letting the teacher pull her away a little.
"I bumped him when they were arguing in the hallway," Shinso said from the door. "And I have witnesses to say I didn't say a word to Saisei. Someone has to respond to me for my quirk to activate. If it wasn't me, somebody else used my quirk to make somebody do something they didn't want to do." The glare the droopy eyed boy sent Monoma was so hateful, Katsumi's respect for him went up a couple notches. "And I have a problem with that."
More panicked looking around, looking for people to back him up. He found nothing. "But...! But it wasn't a big deal! It was just a prank! And he started it! Remember when he hung me from the ceiling?! And they're constantly looking down on us! It was time for someone to take them down a peg!"
"Monoma." The intimidating figure of Snipe stood behind Shinso in the doorway. "Faculty office. Now." The gunslinger hero glanced down. "You too, Shinso. Bakugo."
"Tch." Katsumi could see she maybe got a little enthusiastic. It was that idiot's fault she ended up like this. Both falling for this kind of bullshit and making her give a damn.
Vlad King had to drag Monoma out of the classroom, telling the rest of 1-B to study until he got back. Something that definitely wouldn't be happening. Meanwhile Katsumi would be stuck listening to Monoma's whining. It was kind of crazy to think it was the guy who pissed her off so much for almost getting one over on her who did something this dumb.
Saiki had been sent home for the day. By which that of course meant back to the dorms, skipping afternoon classes. If there was anything he could say about what had happened it was that... Well, that he really wasn't expecting today. Things got way out of hand really quickly, and it didn't stop with being forced to hang dong in front of about half the school including almost all of his classmates.
The faculty were making a really big deal out of it which... It was appreciated? But it didn't feel like anywhere near as severe as they were making it out to be. Not until they reminded him that indecent exposure was a crime. Meaning someone had used their quirk to force him to commit a crime which... Hoo. That was... It sure put their seeming overreaction into perspective. He would have counselling sessions with one of the teachers just to make sure he was fine. Felt like a waste of time, meant he would have to beg off work at the Ryukyu Agency for a shift which sucked. But it was nice that they were taking things seriously.
He didn't want to seem like he was as damaged as the faculty thought he should be, so he chose to wait in the lounge area for classes to be over. And so when the front door opened, he prepared for the inevitable grilling.
"Saisei!"
"Saiki!"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm so sorry that happened to you!"
"Do you need anything?"
"People, people, please!" Iida sprinted to the front of the group, standing like an imposing crossing guard in front of Saiki. "Saisei has been through an ordeal. Now is not the time to harangue him with questions!"
"Appreciate it, Iida," Saiki said, leaning around him to address both him and everyone else, "But it really wasn't that big a deal."
"On the contrary!" the speedy hero insisted. "You were forced to commit humiliating acts against your will! Just know that all of your classmates are here to support you!"
"Uh... Yeah, again, not that big a–"
"Saiki!" Momo this time, taking his hands and holding them between her breasts. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that! If you like, we can go right to your room and cuddle!"
"I appreciate that but– Wait, isn't that what you usually want to do–?"
"Hey, man," Kirishima and Kaminari. "Sorry we didn't figure out something was wrong," Kirishima apologised.
"Yeah, sorry," Kaminari agreed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You getting all quiet and aloof didn't really seem out of the ordinary. I just thought you were pissed off."
"Yeah, okay, look, it's fine." Saiki raised his arms, looking as unbothered as he felt. "See? Guys, I appreciate the apology but you couldn't have known. And yeah, it was a little embarrassing but if you'll remember, I put Katsumi in a skimpy maid outfit to serve us all tea and snacks. If I can't take the embarrassment, I don't get to dish it out."
"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding everyone about that, jackass."
"Just another example of how much you care, Katsumi," the supposed victim said, making a show of looking smitten. "The woman who went on the warpath to protect my dignity! You're such a romantic!"
"Blow it out your ass!"
Todoroki of all people approached him. Baffling him further, the legacy hero laid a hand on each shoulder, stared into his eyes and said, "We're here for you."
Saiki stared back. "Okay, you're just fucking with me. Alright, you know what everyone? I do have something I think I need to say!" He pulled away from Todoroki's hands, desperate to put an end to this. It was getting more embarrassing than the thing they were worried for. "I know, none of us expected something like this to happen. It's an unjust, cruel reality that has been forced on me, on us."
"Saisei..." Iida whispered with sorrow for the young man finally revealing the depth of his pain.
"But this is what we have to endure. This is the challenge that faces us now. We must all come to terms with knowing that I have an absolutely enormous penis." A groan of disappointment filled the room. "I know, I know! You'll all struggle to fit its girth into your understanding of the world! Sometimes, it's going to get hard, and when it gets hard it will be an even bigger challenge– Ochako my eyes are up here."
"I wasn't looking!" Ochako insisted, her chin rising so fast she could've snapped her neck. Her cheeks glowing with heat.
"But when things get hard, when that challenge seems too big to overcome, I want all of you to stare it right in the eye and–!"
"Okay, okay, we get it, you're fine!" Sato insisted, covering his eyes. "Just shut up about your dong already!"
Tsuyu put a finger to her chin, still staring at his crotch without shame. "What's with that weird bump at the base of it? That's not normal, right?"
"Tsuyu!" Ochako hissed.
"Oh, that?" Saiki shrugged. "That's Katsumi's fault."
"WHY THE FUCK?!"
Saiki looked at his explosive lover, ready to answer the shrieked question... Only to realise he didn't have a good answer for why he suddenly decided to throw her under the bus. "... Meh."
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Izuku approached him last. Only long after he stopped being the centre of attention. "So what's going to happen to Monoma?"
Saiki sighed. "The last I heard when they told me to go home, he's being suspended and put on house arrest."
"For how long?"
"As long as they figure he should be suspended and on house arrest." Saiki looked up at her from his position on the couch, giving her the facial expression equivalent of a shrug. "From what I could tell, a student doing something like this has happened before. But stealing someone else's quirk to do it makes it look like there was a lot more forethought behind it. Like it wasn't a spur of the moment thing."
"What do you think?"
This time, a shrug that reached his shoulders. "I don't know. I think he didn't realise how bad it was until after he did it. Apparently he tried to pin it on Shinso after he was found out which is fucked up... But I don't know. He's a shitty person who made shitty decisions. He pisses me off because I can relate, you know?"
Izuku moved around the couch to sit next to him, seeing Momo relaxing with her head in his lap. It was tempting to play with her big ponytail. "Have you thought about what you want to do?"
"Do? I don't have to do anything."
"You don't," Izuku agreed, failing to resist the temptation of the ponytail as she ran her fingers through it. Momo was oddly cat-like when she was around Saiki. Or dog-like. Whatever animal, Izuku didn't really know animals. Momo always wanted to cuddle. "You don't have to do anything. But you could do something if you want to, and the teachers will probably ask you too."
"You think I should say they should go easy on him?" he asked. It would be a very Izuku thing to believe.
The girl grimaced, clutching her skirt with one hand while she continued to stroke Momo's hair with the other. "I don't think I get to tell you what I think you should do. That you don't mind what he did doesn't change that it was an awful thing to do. Just... You should know the answer. What you think you should do, or if you should do anything at all."
"... Right..." That was considerate of her. Not particularly helpful, but considerate. She was right, she probably shouldn't be trying to help with well-meaning advice right now.
"Uh, Saisei?" the invisible girl called over to him from the doors. "You've got a visitor! Or, I guess, about twenty visitors!"
"What?" He gently jostled Momo, telling her it was time to get up.
"Mou..." A grumble of disagreement, but she sat up. Not only that, she followed him to the door. Several other students being entirely unsubtle about their intent to watch.
Yep. That was definitely twenty visitors. He slid the door open for Vlad King, Kendo by his side, standing directly on the doorstep with nearly all of 1-B standing in rows behind them.
"Kendo?" said Momo questioningly.
The redhead couldn't meet her eyes.
"Saisei," Vlad King said. "Understand I didn't compel them to do this at all." With that he moved aside and gestured.
And with that, every student in the class bowed and said in unison. "We're very sorry."
Oh no, more melodrama. "You don't have to do that." If people could just stop apologising or asking if he was alright, Saiki's evening would be going much better.
"Monoma is our classmate," said... Uh... Oh no, this just made it worse. They were apologising and he didn't even know their names. The generic-looking guy with messy black hair but without a headband. "What he does reflects on us."
"Kendo was right to want all of us to apologise," the girl with vines for hair added. "While she was trying to get our classes to compete and better ourselves, some of us wanted to listen to Monoma more. We all walk the path of penitence for not resisting the call of sloth and envy. Even for those of us who didn't fall to it, more could have been done to shepherd our classmates away from such temptations."
"It just... Seemed easier to tear you guys down than try to catch up," admitted the chubby boy with white hair. One of those who were following Monoma earlier that day.
"And I share responsibility for that mindset," Vlad admitted. "I saw and encouraged the passion in my students to be the best, but I didn't see what that meant for them. I didn't see how some stopped aiming to reach their full potential and instead to hinder all of yours." He turned to address the class. "But that stops right here!"
"Yes sir!"
"What are our words?!"
"GO BEYOND! PLUS ULTRA!"
"You better be ready, 1-A!" the metal guy declared as the rest of the class dispersed. Wait, Saiki knew this one! It was Tetsu... Something! "We're all done feeling sorry for ourselves! You all better be ready to share that spotlight!"
"We'll be waiting!" Kirishima shouted back, not even pretending that he wasn't listening.
Vlad turned to Saiki again. "He's suspended for ten days, his license has been revoked pending remedial training." The repentant teacher's eyes closed. "Expulsion isn't off the table." Then opened again. "As his teacher, I failed Monoma... I hope I'll still have the chance to make it right."
The teacher left, apparently not managing the same restraint Izuku had to not sway Saiki's decision. But, it was for his student's sake, so Saiki could respect that. That whole display showed Monoma didn't really have anyone else in his corner anymore.
With the rest of the class gone, only Kendo remained. "I have more I need to say. To you and to Momo."
"Alright."
"Is it okay if it's in private?"
Saiki remembered a similar discussion not too long ago. It started a lot less polite. A lot less asking permission. And no matter how uncomfortable that show made him, she had put it on to try to make things right... So... "Fine."
"Thanks."
They led her inside toward the bedrooms. Making a snap decision, Saiki took them in the direction of the girl's side, assuming Kendo would feel more comfortable going to Momo's room than his.
"Uhhhh..." Kendo vocalised, staring at the enormous bed that took up most of the room. Her eyes travelled up, seeing the conspicuous ropework hanging from the upper frame. "Uhhhh!"
Far too late, Momo closed the curtains of the four poster bed, smiling innocently as if no one had seen the bondage gear where Katsumi sometimes spent the night. Or Kyoka. Or sometimes Momo when she was feeling particularly subby. "You had something to say?"
"Uh... Yeah," the redhead said, desperately trying to push whatever that was out of her mind. "I... I owe you both an apology. Actually, I owe each of you a lot of apologies. So let me just get the big one out of the way. I'm sorry for not doing anything about Monoma." She rubbed her arm, glancing away before forcing herself to look at both of them. "I didn't think he was doing any harm. He'd just run his mouth and then everything would be fine. I didn't realise how it made things worse until you pushed back, because you saw it was hurting someone. But when you did that... I decided you were the problem instead of admitting that Monoma was in the wrong. Instead of admitting I should have done something long before then. All that running his mouth, it wasn't harmless. It was hurting your class, it was hurting ours, it was hurting him, and I just let it happen."
"That's why I told my class I'd be stepping down as their representative." Momo put a hand up to her mouth, but Kendo smiled weakly. "It didn't take. I told them everything I just told you, and they admitted they were all guilty of the exact same thing. So... What just happened outside was my condition for staying on. We all have to do better, and if we were all guilty, we all had to make amends. So... Yeah."
The two lovers looked at one another. "I can accept that. I mean," Saiki's mouth twisted in awkwardness, "Don't get me wrong. Big shows of contrition like that make me uncomfortable. So does this, really. But I trust you mean it."
"I do. And this too. Momo, no, both of you, I..." The redhead cringed. "I'm sorry I tried to involve myself in–"
"That you tried to convince me to leave Saiki?" Momo asked. The question wasn't cold, but it certainly wasn't warm.
"It was wrong. It was really, really wrong. I don't know what your relationship is like. But I saw... You were doing all kinds of things. And then at the training camp you were putting off your duties to do... Things." She blushed furiously at even recounting it. "Then going to fight villains right out of the hospital, and then what happened with Monoma... It all pieced together in my head that he had to be the problem. That he was a bad influence on you, on everyone, that he just made things worse."
"I have that effect."
"Saiki!"
He didn't know what Momo's problem was. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before.
"It was easier than seeing my own failings," Kendo admitted. "Like I said before, we were all guilty of the same thing. The only difference for me is I hurt someone I care about and maybe ruined a friendship because of it. I..." She looked away as she wiped her eyes. "I looked up to you, Momo. I saw you as my goal. When someone tarnished that image I had of you, I... Gh..." Momo didn't hesitate to pull the other girl into a hug as she fully broke into sobs. "I hurt you, and I said horrible things, and I made you hate me, and I'm so sorry!"
"Shh-shh, it's okay, I don't hate you."
"But you said–!"
"Ah-eh-we don't need to get into exactly what I said," Momo rushed to cut her off while giving an uncertain glance at her boyfriend. "We both said things that were hurtful, things we shouldn't have said. But the point is I forgive you."
"Really?"
"Really. Do you want to know the truth, Kendo? You'd never hear it from him, but Saiki isn't the one tearing me down. If anything he's the one holding me up, supporting me."
Saiki blinked in confusion. She was absolutely right Kendo wouldn't hear it from him. That didn't sound like him at all.
"He might seem abrasive and hard to get along with," yeah, that sounded more like him, "but I've seen it. He cares just as much as any of us. I know if I ever needed anything he'd be there in a heartbeat. If he can lend someone a helping hand, he'll offer without anyone needing to ask." Okay, wait, no, now hold on! "Really, he's more like me than he realises."
"Okay, no, hold on!" Saiki interrupted. "Momo, you're getting a little carried away. Fact check. Cite your sources. That doesn't sound like me at all!"
Momo simply gave him a knowing look, before wiping her friend's eyes and smiling for her. Kendo weakly smiled back.
The redhead sighed, clearing her throat and sniffing. "I shouldn't have blamed you for all my problems. I shouldn't have tried to get you to solve my problems. I definitely shouldn't have tried to get you to solve my problems right after trying to get Momo to dump you." She scratched her cheek awkwardly. "I had such a low opinion of you I thought anything was fair game. Which... Really reminds me of someone else you had a run-in with today. So let me start with this. I'm really sorry, Saisei. You didn't deserve what I tried to do, and you didn't deserve everything I put on you."
Saying 'I'm used to it' or something like it again probably wouldn't lead to a great outcome. Would start to sound like a pity party, no matter how true it was. So instead he said, "I accept the apology." A little curt, maybe. But it had been a long day and despite how close she was to Momo, he didn't really have any positive feelings toward her.
Which she seemed to understand. "I guess that's what I get. Okay." She let out a sigh. "Last thing." And then she took off her uniform blazer.
Saiki sat up straighter. Okay. More positive feelings toward her now. Especially as she started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Kendo, what are you–?" Momo started to ask.
"No no, let her be, I wanna see where she's going with this," Saiki said as he put a hand on his girlfriend's arm.
"This is me taking responsibility," Kendo said, unpinning her skirt and letting it drop. Saiki nodded. Mm-hm. Responsibility was good. "Monoma publicly humiliated you and if I'd done something before today, that wouldn't have happened." She hesitated just a little as she reached behind her back and unhooked her powder blue bra, before letting it drop. "So if he forced you to strip publicly, the least I can do as a show of contrition is to..." Her fingers hooked in the waistband of her matching blue panties. She bit her lip, before dropping them and stepping out of them. "Is to strip privately! Th-there!" She fought to keep her hands on her hips, to not cover herself.
Saiki nodded slowly, bringing his hands together in a slow clap. "Fantastic. Amazing. I have so much respect for you right now."
"P-Please don't tease me! I'm doing this to make us even!"
Oh, he wanted to do more than tease her. There was still a little bit of him that wanted to really indulge in a hatefuck, even if he didn't hate her all that much anymore. Real remorse could have that effect. But by all that was holy, Kendo had an amazing body. The trained physique of a hero and then some. Minimal body fat except in all of the most fun places. A cute dusting of freckles over her ample chest. A little ginger stubble between her legs. But most prominently. "You have amazing abs." A well-defined six pack forming lovely muscular tracks down toward the V of her legs.
"Oh! Uh, thanks!" Kendo blushed, maybe not entirely for being naked. "Some guys think that kind of thing is mannish but I put a lot of work in. Nice to have someone... Um..." It seemed she realised she got carried away by the compliment. "A-Anyway, I think that's enough!"
"I mean, I was forced to do poses..."
"P-Poses?"
He nodded solemnly. "Thoroughly showing off my physique."
"Oh... Um..." She swallowed, fighting her own embarrassment as she raised her arms high. "How about this?"
"Mm-hm, mm-hm, turn around." Nervously, she complied, letting him get a proper view from the back. He wanted to bounce coins off that ass. "Mm-hm, how about bending over?"
"Is that really–?"
"I had to bare it all."
"... Right..." Slowly, in an unintentionally provocative fashion, Kendo bent at the waist while arching her back as she looked back at him. Whether she meant to or not, she spread her legs a little, letting him get a perfect view of her slit.
... Yep. He decided. "Okay, that's enough."
"Oh thank god."
"Do you want to have sex?"
"WHAT?!"
He shrugged unrepentantly. "You're a beautiful girl with a stellar body. Seems like a fun way to bury the hatchet and I'd love to show you a great time. And word around campus is that I have a spectacular penis. You can ask anyone."
"Ha... Hahahaha!" Kendo couldn't help but laugh. Obviously it was a joke. Who could say that kind of thing with a straight face?
And so she laughed, until she felt Momo rest a hand on her abs from behind. "He's not joking."
Saiki continued to smile at her, watching as she came to the slow realisation that she was being invited to a threesome.
"Uh..." She looked back at Momo. The hand around her began to drift up and down, gently stroking her tightly packed muscles. "Uh... C-Can I think about it?"
"Sure you can," Saiki answered.
Momo agreed, kissing Kendo on the cheek, cheerfully adding, "We will too."
With an awkward swallow, Kendo started quickly gathering her clothes and dressing herself while the lovers watched her. Once she was fully dressed, they walked her out, down the stairs and out the front door. The redhead turned to wave at them as she walked down the front path, tripping over the curb to barely keep her feet under her.
"You want her?" Momo asked as they stood alone out front of the building.
"Is that even a question?"
Katsumi's main competitor for Saiki's most debauched lover sighed in disappointment. "She'd be in bed with us right now if you weren't so direct."
"I know. But it won't happen again if she associates it with regret. Best to open with a blatant show of interest to build on."
The rich girl let out a startled gasp. "You want to keep her?"
"Don't you?"
Momo giggled. "And you say you don't do things for me!"