Mahou Sensei Negima! is the creation and intellectual property of Akamatsu Ken and Kodansha.

Special thanks to the Lawaifuteca Youtube channel for the inspiration.

La Waifuteca: The Fanfiction Series.

1- Hasegawa Chisame.

Measurements:

Bust: 82 cm.

Waist: 57 cm.

Hips: 78 cm.

Age:

15 years old.

Height:

162 cm.

Weight:

72.3 kg.

Eyes:

Brown.

Hair:

Light brown.

What's the Deal with Hasegawa Chisame?

Negi Springfield's first roommate and Pactio partner at Mahora. Chisame is a no-nonsense, stern and gruffly motherly teenager who hates getting herself tangled into Negi's magical pursuits, yet won't allow him to embark on them on his own either. Chisame also hides a side of herself known only by Negi, Hakase Satomi, Chamo the ermine, Kasuga Misora and Cocone Fatima Rosa; secretly she is the ultra popular, peppy and sexy Internet idol known only as 'Chiu'.

Chisame is a master hacker and computer guru whose idea of a good time is locking herself in her room to work at her webpage while Negi sits nearby. Much to her distress , she's almost as popular with boys and girls alike as Negi is, despite popularity sort of being the point of idols, and she even has her own dedicated stalker, Tsunetsuki Matoi.

Unequally Mahou Sensei Negima, Volume One.

The last few days had been horribly taxing.

And it was all the fault of that kid. Since he had arrived, Chisame's life had shifted violently from relative normalcy among weirdos to a waking fever dream that gave no signs of stopping yet.

She sat very late now, dozing off as she faced her computer, finishing the latest updates to her page. She hadn't had the time to do it earlier, as she had been too busy helping Negi with that research on the 'Sakura Lane vampire'. A vampire, or something like that, geez. Why had this happened to her? What had she done to deserve it?

The cause of her woe slept soundly in Hakase's bunk along Hakase herself, as his pet ermine snored at a corner, splayed in a shoebox stuffed with panties pilfered from across the campus. So Chisame could not, in a clear conscience, blame them for what happened then.

Her screen began flashing an image she hadn't uploaded, first sending her into a panic over the prospect of being hacked by a rival, a troll, a scorned online suitor, or probably a morality guardian. Then the image, vague at first, settled in, and Chisame was further shocked, as it looked astonishingly like her own face. But it wasn't anything she remembered ever editing. That wasn't Chiu.

It was an older, more dignified Chisame, smiling benevolently.

"I'll be brief," her own voice, but more mature and marginally deeper, spoke to her, and Chisame was so stunned she couldn't even yelp as a response.

"Hold on there, Chisame," the woman told her. "It won't be easy. It won't be a pleasant road all the time. They'll drive you crazy, much more often than we'd care for. He'll put you to the test many, many times, and it's just starting. But it'll be worth it all. Please. Have faith in them. And whatever you do, never stop loving him."

"What... What are you...?" Chisame finally managed to stutter, trembling violently.

The woman closed her eyes. "Sorry. I can't explain. Sending this message was very difficult, short as it was. Be sure to thank Satomi someday, when the time comes."

"H-Hakase?" Chisame stuttered. "Cut that out, who the heck are-?!" Chisame demanded, right before her update finished loading, and her new front pics replaced that face on the screen. Once again, it was Chiu smiling at her and all the fans.

Chisame sat there, silent and wide eyed, over the next few moments.

"I really need to go to sleep already," she decided at last, turning it off.

Loving him. What a joke.

She snuck under the covers with a shudder, and tried her best to forget.

It didn't exactly work. How could it?

How Matoi Kept her Looks.

This happened softly after the visit to Library Island and shortly before the trip to Kyoto.

The door rang, and since Hakase was working on a machine and Negi was grading homework, Chisame went to open.

Tsunetsuki Matoi was standing on their doorstep, smiling. "Good afternoon, Chisame-sama."

"Don't call me '-sama'," Chisame said curtly, after a moment of surprise.

Matoi blinked. "Oh!" She smiled further, taking a hand to her own cheek and blushing. "You mean I can call you 'Chisame-chan' already...?"

Chisame facepalmed. "I'm your kouhai! Call me 'Chisame-san'! And why are you wearing that?!"

Matoi looked down at herself. "Would you rather have me wearing something more revealing?"

"You've been spying on me, haven't you?!" Chisame said furiously, tugging on her shirt, which was identical to Matoi's. Their shorts looked just the same as well. "You creepy... woman!"

"I haven't been spying on you," Matoi said, taking a hand to her chest. "I just happen to know that these are the clothes you usually wear in Mondays."

"They are?" Chisame said, and then grew angry again. "That just means that you've been spying on me regardless!"

"Not today, though," Matoi said.

"IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER?!"

Matoi shrank on herself. "What... What am I supposed to wear, then?"

"I don't know! Anything else!"

"Anything? Ohhhhh!" She made a wide cheeky grin. "Oh, Chisame-sama...!"

Chisame's face grew red. "No! No, no, I don't mean that! Why don't you keep wearing the same hakama as before?!"

"Ah? That old thing I wore while following Itoshiki-sensei around?"

"Yes, sure, whatever! Better that than this!"

"But..." Matoi doubted. "Those are the clothes of a false love..."

Chisame sighed, pondered what to say without triggering this nut into another flight of lunacy, and then said, without knowing all too well why, "You looked more feminine in those. Even if they were the clothes of a man."

Matoi's face lit up warmly.

"I'll do just that, Chisame-sama," she said, bowing her head. "If that's the way you like it."

"Is it the way you want it?" Chisame frowned.

"Yes..."

"I don't believe you."

"Well," Matoi shrugged. "They are comfortable, I can't deny that."

Chisame sighed and stepped aside. "Fine. Do that, then. But first, dinner. You haven't dined yet, have you? Of course you haven't."

"Ah? Don't you want me to go get changed back before coming in?"

"Tomorrow will be another day," Chisame said wearily, just giving up for now.

Matoi repressed her urges to give her a thankful kiss, and she skipped in merrily.

Chisame closed the door after the older girl.

En conclusion: Aunque sea friki cuatro ojos, yo si le reviento el cerrojo.