Ladies and gentlemen, may the Management present to you another MHI special. Setsuna is the MC of this tale as she instructs a group of girls who already have their encounters with their Izuku. See what she can do to try to put them back on the straight and narrow. Enjoy!
Before you read, please be advised that the MHI specials should be treated as separate entities and may not reflect the plot from the chapters in the series.
'Yandere Reformation! The Intervention (Session One)!'
It was a beautiful sunny day at the local community center in the scenic garden district of Downtown Musutafu. Class 1-B student and fellow community center volunteer, Setsuna Tokage was setting the flowers in the center of the table. The jokester wasn't believing that flowers served as a therapy to all who love the quaint and daintiness of God's gifts. And she promised this time that she wasn't going to put water in the flowers.
It was a blackened eye that gave proof that her volunteer services weren't to kid around. She decided to leave the Yang-esque/Luan-esque aside for the particular group. Principal Nezu and a fellow coordinator of the community center offered the green-haired teen a stipend and a college credit to instruct a group of fellow students, colleagues, and any other adult in the community that had certain interaction with a certain emerald-haired teen that would like to remain anonymous. Nezu promised her protection. She laughed in a self-defecating manner as she wasn't sure if a seventy-two security guard with a bushy beard and bushy eyebrows thicker than Red's from Angry Birds qualified as a top-notch security guard of the world.
Nevertheless, the teen didn't mind. Plus, a few hundred dollars a session and a college credit wouldn't hurt. Plus, the free day-old donuts and chalky coffee from the nearby convenience store was worth her while. Also, she wanted to feel useful. It wasn't like she was a character who has yet expressed herself in this particular series. She digressed in thought. She was grateful to the gods that her voice can finally be heard in this series.
She clapped her hands. She hoped that this particular session would go peachy than in the last session.
Yandere Reformation 101 was the course that Setsuna volunteered to participate in. Each week, a small group of girls - volunteered, court-mandated or community service from a recent arrest came to address their concerns, their addictions, their afflictions about their for their cinnamon roll. Of course, it was promised to each girl that the name should not be released. Unless they want to deal with more sessions or complete their time behind iron bars.
Housewives, mothers, students, Pro Heroes, even characters that weren't living in Japan and were tourists/visitors filled the gymnasium each week. Sitting in circles of chairs, the principal and the coordinator thought that coffee, treats, and sitting in front of nature would soothe the yandere in them. She just hoped that the guard will be there. She can't afford another blackened eye.
The metal doors to the gymnasium opened. In came the group of women in this week's session to discuss their perils, their desires, and their lamentations on controlling their urges for their cinnamon roll. As the Tamarian Titan member says in her sessions, "you must learn how to keep the freak in."
Setsuna wiped her brow as she prepared for another session. "Greetings, everyone!" She said in a whimsical, happy-go-lucky manner. "It is a joy and a privilege to welcome you back in another filled joyous…" She was cut off when she was met with a chair thrown in her direction.
"Can it, you fucking spaz." Surprisingly, it was coming from her best friend Kinoko Komori. Chewing on her finger as she was producing mushrooms, Setsuna knew that she has been deprived of her Cinnamon Roll fix over the course of several chapters. Licking the mushroom to pretend it was the Boy-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, she can see how upsetting she must be.
"Uhh, uhh, uhh," replied Setsuna in a whimsical manner. "Good girls never get mushroom crazy." She winked to the annoyed mushroom girl. "Shall I address your probation officer again, Komori?"
She crossed her arms, blowing a raspberry. "No, ma'am."
Setsuna delightfully tilted her head. "A joy!" She turned to the others. There were a few others in today's session.
The silent beauty Yui Kodai who was holding onto her phone. Thanks to a court order, she wasn't allowed any contact with the Boy-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. However, it didn't stop her from using proxy sites to check on her beloved husband-to-be.
Momo Yaoyorozu was sitting in a calm manner. A model student to show that she can have composure. It may look like that but standing by in the background was a group of paparazzi who was ready for her next move. Thanks to a recent scandal of her mother having an illicit affair with the underaged cinnamon roll, she must keep appearances as her mother decided to flee to Fiji. And yes, the businesswoman Mayuko Yaoyorozu is current pregnant with the Cinnamon Roll's love child. Momo was only keeping composure because she had a reputation to protect and also, she was taking angry management classes for her, too, is pregnant with Cinnamon Roll's love child.
Katsuki Bakugo is wearing restraints and sporting a spit guard. The Municipal Court wasn't taking any chances with the pregnant teen and is currently under twenty-three-and-an-half hour lockdown. The walls of her padded cell are filled with her cinnamon roll. Her lurking, bedeviling eyes prowled on anybody who dared wanted her precious. It made her sick to know that these interlopers were carrying his love child. If she could, she would take aggressive measures. However, she didn't want to spend another six weeks in the SHU if she was to be caught with sharp objects.
Eri kept her arms folded. She, too, was under the watchful eyes of the juvenile justice system. Momo and Eri weren't to be within a hundred feet of each other since the 'March Incident' when Momo was accused of actions that involved 'death threats.' As a promise by both parties, Momo and Eri won't discuss anything relating to the previous incident. The charges against Momo were dropped and Eri was reprimanded and sentenced to probation. She was one of the girls that have a strong obsession with the Boy-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
Meanwhile, the voluntary group member who is a recent visitor from Vale didn't mind coming in to address her 'Deku Addiction.' For the sake of maintaining peace with the Japanese and Valian embassy, the black-haired 'neko' will keep her name out of anonymity and will call herself, Kitty. Kitty carried herself well and never once complained about her admission of sexually violating the Boy-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in many ways than one. She even volunteered to show what kind of moves she has done or planned to do. She always felt that the other girls were envious that others in different universes wanted a taste of the Faunus. Kitty sat cross-legged as she was prepared to listen to the instructor.
"Greetings, once again, ladies." Setsuna sat in the center of the girls. "Let's rap for a second."
Eri raised her hand. Setsuna was glad that a six-year-old can set a proper example to address the group.
"Yes, Eri-chan," said Setsuna.
"I've come up with a rap that defines my love," she said, "in a wonderful way to show my love for the cinnamon roll."
"Will you show self-control," asked Setsuna.
Eri showcased her teeth, raising her fingers to show a smile. "You see, smiling!"
"Joy!" She nodded. "Ok, Eri-chan. Rap it away." The latter end of the sentence the jokester began giggling.
Eri stood up, waiting for the moment to cue what she wanted to address.
To the ladies who are my competition.
I announce that you are my opposition.
Momo pack, Katsuki pack, Mina pack, Kodai pack
Woke up, grab a bite of Pony while I was smoking on Kitty
Drive-by on Ochako's house, Pearl Harbor on Melissa
Going Saiko with the hand grenade with Deku as my rider.
It was met with a cough by the now worried Setsuna. She made awkward claps. "Thank you, Eri, for that very nice rap. I think we still have to work on deescalating the tone of violence it creates."
Eri rubbed the soles of her feet, still carrying the Cheshire grin smile that was creating such a passionate rage for the other girls. "I was only showing my love for my cinnamon roll."
"Of course, Eri-chan! Just learn how to use an appropriate tone of voice." She cradled Eri's cheek. "You are six, you know."
Eri nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she said while straining her voice.
"Mean it," said Setsuna.
Eri sighed. "Yes, ma'am."
"Good, have a seat," instructed Eri as she returned to her seat. Eri kept her eyes on the stunned Momo. She watched Momo mouthed treacherous words to the daughter of Stain in which she would mind turning her into literal marijuana. Eri placed her hand to her ear. "What was that, Moes? I couldn't hear you. Did you say litigation for your crimes against humanity?"
"Fu…" Momo paused when seeing the frustrated look from their instructor.
"Yaoyorozu," said Setsuna.
Momo pointed at Eri. "She started it."
"Momo," said Setsuna. "You are sixteen. She is six. Know your place!"
Momo crossed her arms. From her peripherals, she could see various media outlets preparing for their next news story. "Fine!" She mouthed to Eri "little runt" while pulling down her eyelid. "And your song didn't even rhyme, Slim Shady!"
Setsuna, growing a little concern, decided to move forward. Since the little debacle interfered with their daily greetings, for the sake of time, she moved forward to their next matter at hand.
"Since you guys are familiar with each other," said Setsuna happily, "we can move on and discuss today's agenda - controlling our violent urges." She tapped her pointer on the chair. "Repeat class."
"Controlling our violent urges." It was met with an unceremoniously deadpan tone of voice.
"Great, class," replied Setsuna. "Each one of you is here because of your overindulging love for the cinnamon roll has led to violent consequences." She eyed each of the girls. "To address ourselves on the term violence, it doesn't always mean physical harm, it can be mental, spiritual, and everything in between.
"In this particular group, each one of you has threatened, provoked, enacted, and promoted violence to the metropolis. Most of you have involved some form of rape to the cinnamon roll."
It was Bakugo that raised her hand. Setsuna nodded for her to speak.
"It's not violence if he learns to love it."
"No, ma'am," said Setsuna. "Records show that you used chloroform to subdue him. The court testimony says that you have performed oral sex on him while he was unconscious and then, later raped him."
The blonde stomped her foot. "How was it violent? I didn't hit the baka much! He loved it in the end."
Setsuna wagged her finger. "Chloroform, hitting him to keep in his place." She crossed her arms. "I rest my case."
Kitty raised her hand. She turned to Bakugo. "Chloroform is trivial when you force yourself onto a man."
Bakugo raised her eyebrow. "Are you talking to me, Whiskers?"
Her witty question was met with a smirk. "Don't see anybody else sporting the sanatorium look."
A choral of "oohs" and "ahhs" filled the gymnasium.
The response was met with a smirk from the blonde. "Chicky, Chicky, Chicky!" A loud snigger grew onto the crowd. Even with the restraints and spit guard, the blonde wouldn't back down to anyone. "I know somewhere in your Knightshade Bumbleby universe things work in your favor. Think that you are a neko that I should be moved? Your nonchalance means nothing to me in this universe." Bakugo spat into her guard. "You may have volunteered, cupcake, but in all fairness, you are no different than us. Therefore, I think it is safe to say who I am really am in this bitch - Queen Explosion Murder!"
"Relax, Bakugo," said Setsuna as she tried playing the role of mediator. It was met on deaf ears.
"When I get released from juvy, princess, I am thinking of taking a first-class flight to Vale and making a lovely stroll to Beacon Academy," said Katsuki calmly. "Come inside of the classroom, maybe sit in a session or two. I will follow your Faunus ass to your dorm. Hopefully, your lovely teammates can witness me bashing your brain in with a three-ring hole-puncher.
"In ten years, when I am released, hopefully, you will be out of a coma. And you know what, Whiskers, I will bash your fucking brains in again. I don't give a fuck about jail. I am an asshole. I am a bitch, a motherfucking cunt! This is my business. It is what I do. And let me tell you what you do. Dick is so hard to get out there for you that you come into my fucking universe to take my damn man?" She spat into the guard. "Let me find out that you are pregnant, I am putting you and the entire Beacon Academy to sleep. Curtains! In the fucking ground! Dead! 2Pac! Biggie! X! Dead! DEAD!"
Setsuna shut her eyes. Not even five minutes in the session and it was becoming Fort Leavenworth. "Bakugo, you gave me no choice." She snapped her fingers. Instantly, the metal doors opened and in came a tall, awkward pinkette wearing black garbs. The boy rushed to Setsuna's aid.
"My dearest pinkette, "Cro," said Setsuna.
The pinkette bowed. "Sensei!"
"I need a favor on this day!"
"The use of my black blood?"
Setsuna nodded disapprovingly. "Not this week, my dear. Just a dart to put Bakugo to a peaceful rest."
"Yes, ma'am." The pinkette reached into his pocket to grabbed the bamboo straw and the dart. Bakugo was met with anger. "Touch me with that, you Mama's Boy, and I swear on Medusa, you will p…" Bakugo dropped backward the moment the dart hit her neck. The pinkette instantly got her to land in his arms. He picked her up and carried her away. The green-haired jokester waved to the pinkette before resuming to the group. "Anybody wants a taste of the good old cocktail?"
It was met with no's and nopes.
Kitty turned to Kinoko, using her hand to cover her mouth. "Someone's on the rag."
"Do we need to contact a certain family member from White Fang," questioned Setsuna.
"No, ma'am," replied Kitty.
"Good." Setsuna raised her finger. "A prime example whenever one can't control their violent urges." She gave a strong, conscious glare to the mushroom girl. Kinoko folded her arms as she looked away from her. "We can see that the love of your cinnamon roll is an addiction."
"Yes, a sweet addiction indeed."
Setsuna turned to see that it was the silent beauty who have spoken. Yui finished looking at her compact before turning to the audience. Prim, proper, and pampered, the teen looked as though she was preparing for a job or a marriage interview than sitting at a therapy session. "The Boy-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is such a delicate creature." She touched her lap. "I often compare him to the yuri manga I read so sheepishly. Like yuri, my cinnamon roll is beautiful, delicate. Like a rosebud that needs tender, love, and care from a gardener."
Setsuna turned around when hearing the Sailor Moon background music was cued. Yui was twirling around the center of the group like a ballerina. She produced such a heavenly dance. Like a stream of gentle waters that brings forth fruit.
"My cinnamon roll is like the love I have for reading yuri, beautiful music that takes time and practice. Poetry, written with the finest of lines, the finest of notes. Delicate it is, my dearest cinnamon roll! Seeing our forbidden love before your very eyes. Seeing our hands intertwine with one another, tasting each other's love, thoughts, feelings. Everything filled with the brink of passion until we cry out to the heavens. Harking before our living God as we bathed in such holy, sweet-tasting nectar. Nectar that tastes like milk and honey. More! More! We want more in which we yearned to feel the pleasure again and again."
Sweat was stemming from Yui as she returned to her seat. She told herself that she was grateful that she was wearing a pad. She extended her arm to Setsuna. "Give me a minute to take a breath."
Setsuna was waving her fan from the recent intensity of Yui's love. "Take ten, if you please." Throw this girl a towel and some water. The thirst is real.
It was a few moments later when "Cro" returned with a glass of hot lemon tea and ibuprofen. After ingesting the medication, she decided to give the group a writing exercise.
Setsuna watched as the girls were writing their assignment - controlling their violent urges when involving their love of their cinnamon roll. Since it was freeform, it could be either written or drawn.
About an hour-and-a-half, a few donuts, a few cups of coffee, and another dart shot to Bakugo later…
"Great joy, fellow students," cried Setsuna happily. "I am happy to know that we have kept the remainder of the session calm and collective. Like the famous Tamarian once said, 'we must learn how to keep the freak in.'"
"We must control our violent urges," said the group in unison.
A drunken, drugged murmur came from Bakugo as she raised her hand. "Cro" kept watch of the teen as two tranquilizers were in her neck. The potency was enough to take down an elephant. "wE mUSt cONtrOl oUr vIOlenT UrGeS!"
"Okay, ladies! Same time next week?"
The girls nodded accordingly before being dismissed for the week.
Setsuna was left behind, waiting until the girls were completely out of the building. When seeing the media outlets chasing Momo to her limo, it was safe to say that they were gone.
Well, not until the paddy wagon came for Bakugo that she felt sheer relief.
As she was grabbing each girl's writing exercise, she decided to take a gander of their assignment.
Eri's paper
How to control my violent urges!
A lot of witches say they Izuku crazy
Till they ass be on the brick or their brains be on the pavement
See I'm amazing when them cannons get to spraying
Catch them leave them slumped now her body just laying
In other words, Izuku is mine. And I wish you skanks will stop me!
Yui's paper
How to control my violent urges!
Step 1: Izuku must be licensed by my father's company to become an LLC.
Step 2: Make Izuku my property.
Step 3: Use him to my disposal until he is love drunk for me.
Step 4: There is no Step 4!
Step 5: I would like to see him crossdress so we can play yuri games!
Kinoko's paper
How to control my violent urges! Easy, when I get my fill of Izuku and I can stop being violent. Until then, there won't be any promotion of stopping it. Fuck the peace until I get my seed from Deku.
Oh, and Setsuna, head's up!
Setsuna looked up when she was met with a mushroom punch to her other eye.
Setsuna covered her eye when seeing Kinoko was running away laughing out of the door.
Another day, another black eye, another session, another few hundred dollars to add to her savings fund. If she remembered correctly, Izuku was a fan of visiting the Pacific Northwest.
To be continued….