"Are you friggin' serious?!"

Saiki grinned in a way that he knew Katsumi hated, walking into the dorm with her under his arm. Something she also wouldn't appreciate, but that was the fun of it. "Dead serious. This is how you're paying off your first favour."

"I can't believe–!" The blonde looked around with gritted teeth, glaring and daring anyone to try to listen in. "You said you wouldn't make me do anything public!" she continued at a lower volume than normal. For her. So regular speaking volume for most people.

"No, I said I can't casually fuck you in the living room or whatever. Gotta be considerate of everybody else. So we're not doing that." The answer didn't satisfy, but he didn't much care. "Don't get your panties in a twist. In fact, keep complaining and you're doing it without panties."

"Rrrrgh, I fuckin' hate you."

"No you don't." Looking over his shoulder, he smiled more handsomely at his lover. "Momo, make sure it's something pretty. And revealing." He had gone over his idea with her already and... Well, she was on board for a number of reasons.

"Don't worry! I've got so many ideas!" she gushed. "She'll be perfect! Come along, Kyoka! This will be so much fun!"

"For a specific definition of fun," Kyoka agreed as Momo took Katsumi and led her toward the stairs. The irritable girl treating it like marching toward her execution. The punkette looked at Saiki out of the corner of her eye and smirked. "Well, watching her squirm should be every definition of fun."

"Oh, it's a treat," he agreed, having had the pleasure himself many times. "You go enjoy it."

It was a wonderfully positive atmosphere that filled the dorm as the (mostly) successful examinees and new semi-professional heroes filtered inside. Chatting animatedly about their experiences in the exam. There was many a person who called Todoroki some manner of dumbass in various levels of politeness and camaraderie. Many were also quick to give Aoyama a friendly and congratulatory pat on the back for his stunt that allowed the disparate UA students to regroup and secure victory for the stragglers in the first exam.

Ochako looked curiously at a note that had been taped to the kitchen counter. Saiki was about to see what that was about when a shadow seemed to loom over him. A familiar feeling of distaste washing over him, telling him who it was before he even turned around.

"We're having a talk," Iida said. Not a request. Not a demand. A statement. It was happening whether Saiki liked it or not.

"... News to me," the less refined student said in response. "Definitely different to glaring a hole through me. What changed?" From the corner of his eye, he saw Izuku begin to approach, only for Ochako to intervene and keep her away.

The friendly atmosphere seemed to sap away, a more frigid yet charged energy radiating out from the pair.

And yet, despite claiming to be there to talk, Iida glared at him once again.

"Okay, changing from glaring at me from a distance to doing it up close. It's a change, but I prefer someone much prettier hatefucking me with her eyes. So unless you've actually got something to say...?"

"I still think you're wrong."

"Oh?" Saiki frowned, trying to figure out what he meant. "Oh. Right. You still think heroes shouldn't save people."

"I still know upholding the law is always necessary, especially for heroes!" the taller boy countered, not angrily, but certainly passionately.

"No, no, I get it. You're not a natural hero."

"Saiki!" Izuku gasped, surprised at the harsh indictment. Right. Falling out or not, Iida had been one of her first friends.

"You–! How dare you!" the bespectacled boy exclaimed in understandable outrage. "I come from a long line of heroes! The Iida family have been heroes for generations and you think you can lecture me on being a hero!"

"My dad was a selfish dumbshit criminal. Does that make me one?"

"The entire reason for our disagreement is you recklessly endangering everyone by breaking the law!"

Saiki opened his mouth to retort... Then closed it again. "... You know? Now that you mention it, I guess you got me there. I don't like that you got me there, but you do." In fact, the realisation that a valid comparison was made between him and his father was making his eye twitch. But he could unpack that later. "Doesn't undermine my point as much as you might think, though. Especially when I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt that you're not the kind of person that believes in that 'sins of the father' crap."

"Of course not!" To his credit, the Iida scion seemed offended at even the possibility. "I'm judging you for your actions!"

Saiki nodded. "Exactly. Same to you. I don't give a good god damn about the glorious Iida family legacy or whatever you want to call it. I'm judging you for your actions."

"And that makes you think I'm not a real hero."

"Natural hero. Not the same thing. A natural hero doesn't think to save someone, it's just instinct." His focus shifted to someone else, a certain messy-haired girl with freckles who seemed nervous and confused at his sudden attention. "It's frankly terrifying to witness." His eyes returned to Iida. "Don't take it too personally. I'm not one either. Do you think I'd do something that would definitely kill me to save a bunch of strangers?"

"No." The answer was flat and immediate. "You wouldn't."

"Judgemental look hurts, but you're probably right. "

"Seriously, man?" Kirishima interjected. "Not very manly."

"I don't give a shit about being manly. I value my own life and I won't apologise for that," he answered the redhead, once again his eyes flicking back to the focus of the argument. "And until earlier today, Iida, if you had to use your quirk to save someone, you wouldn't either."

It caused a beat of hesitation in him. But in the end, Iida nodded. "Correct, because the law exists for a reason! By intervening without the right to do it, I could make things worse!"

"You could make things worse anyway!" Saiki countered hotly. "What changed between today and yesterday, Iida? What did you learn? What changed between today and the training camp? Did that piece of plastic unlock some secret wisdom for you?" he asked, pulling out his own license. "Because if it did, I guess mine's broken."

"It proved I know what I'm doing and that I can be trusted to make the right decision in a crisis, the same as it does for you. Should I have trusted you were making the right decision that day? That you assessed the situation with the eyes of a pro hero, that me going after Midoriya would have been the best choice?"

The question brought Saiki up short. Once again something he hadn't considered. "You didn't trust my judgement."

"Of course I didn't! How often have we interacted, Saisei? On what occasion have I seen you execute a plan or make tactical decisions?"

Yet another problem of him choosing to keep people at a distance. Even so, "That's not what you said back then though. You said we didn't have permission to use our quirks. That was your first reaction with people in danger. Are you trying to reframe this to cover your own ass so you look better?"

"No." The answer came not from Iida but from Izuku.

"Midoriya," her friend said warningly.

But she kept talking regardless. "Some things happened, I can't say the specifics, but I promise it makes sense," she tried to explain. Failed for the enormous gap in it and just her word to cover them.

Iida sighed, eyes downcast. "I made a mistake once and it got people hurt. It almost cost lives. Would have, if not for…" He shook his head, shaking away the memories and regrets that couldn't take hold in this conversation. "That doesn't matter. The point is, I know first-hand what it means when people unqualified take the law into their own hands."

"You were always arguing that we didn't know what we were doing," Izuku continued. "Every time it was to trust the pros because they knew better."

"Because they proved it and legally earned the right to save people."

It was a sympathetic reason, and even if it helped him understand what made Iida tick just a little, he couldn't relate. However, "You still phrase it like that. Like doing the right thing is a privilege handed down from on high. You really believe that, and that's always going to piss me off." It had become clear. The two of them were probably always going to be at odds in some ways. They were just too different in mindset. "That night... I am selfish. I am. Most days I wouldn't risk my life to save people and because of my quirk, most days I won't have to. But at the training camp, I had to. I wouldn't do it for just anyone, but that night I did something heroic. Not just saving people because I had the right training and license and all that crap. I put my ass on the line for someone I care about. And I was proud." ... How much of that did he need to say publicly? And everyone was staring at him and Izuku was looking at him weird and, "And every time since that you've tried to burn a hole through me with your eyes, it was because of the proudest moment of my life, because you dared to judge me for it. So you know what? You and your sanctimonious bullshit can go f–!"

"I'm sorry."

"Uh..." There were a hundred ways Saiki had predicted this conversation could go. Most of them, for example, involved them having this out in private. A few involved thrown fists.

In none of them did he expect Iida would bow at the waist in apology. "I... Hadn't realised. My issue with you has always been that you considered yourself above the law. That is a dangerous path. Yet not only were you not punished for being out of line, Mister Aizawa didn't even think to condemn your actions. Your actions..." He stood upright as he continued. "They weren't wrong. With the benefit of hindsight I can't see a better decision you might've made in those circumstances. It would have been better for me to go, but I didn't trust you, the heroes didn't support your order, so I didn't either." The regret in his eyes faded, replaced by the stern countenance he tended to hold. "But even if deciding to act on your own might have been the right choice, you should have been punished for it regardless."

"You believe that because you think we should've been punished back then?" Todoroki asked.

"... Yes," he answered the question reluctantly, not even looking the other boy's way as he stayed focused on Saiki. "Your actions may have been morally correct. I'm sorry if it seemed I believed otherwise, or that you shouldn't be proud of acting like a hero. But ethically you were wrong. You were acting like a hero, but you were not a hero. It's a responsibility we had to earn, and now we have."

... Shit. Did that mean Saiki won? He had no idea. It felt like it, but... This was weird. "Thank you... for the apology," he managed to say.

"And...?"

"And what?"

Iida looked confused. "Aren't you going to apologise?"

And that confusion spread to Saiki. "For what? I didn't do anything to you. Hell, the last time we interacted I was coming to get your back during the exam when you glared at me until I flew off."

For–! For acting irresponsibly and inspiring others to do the same!" the straight-laced boy not-quite-demanded.

"Okay first, what other people do is their business. Whoever you're talking about, I'm not their dad, I'm not responsible for their decisions." Even if Katsumi calling him Daddy sounded kind of hot. Momo too. And Kyoka. And Izuku. "Second, if I owed an apology for my actions, it wouldn't be to you. If I owed anyone an apology it'd be the heroes who had to come save my ass after, none of whom have asked me for one or even indicated I should give one." He shook his head. "I don't owe you anything just because we disagree. I still fundamentally disagree with you on all of this. You and I? I don't think we're ever going to get along that well. But I'm willing to bury the hatchet so we can work together."

It looked like that answer didn't sit well with the taller boy. But, "We all have our licenses now, well, almost. So my misgivings are largely academic at this point."

"Right. So no more second-guessing people when the chips are down."

"You do kind of do that a lot," Sato noted thoughtfully.

"It's been a problem a couple of times," Ochako added reluctantly. "Sorry Iida."

"No... No you're right," he admitted, standing straighter. "I'll endeavour to do better from now on!" Saiki offered a hand and the legacy hero took it, giving it a firm shake.

"Alright!" Ochako cheered. "Now that all that's cleared up," she paused, just to make sure and received no contradictions, "Let's celebrate getting our licenses!" She held up the note she had picked up earlier. "Lunch Rush delivered a bunch of stuff to congratulate us!"

"Alright!" Kirishima cheered. "Lunch Rush is the best! Let's grub up!"

"No, no, hold on!" Saiki intervened, stepping in the redhead's way with his arms spread, an amused smile on his face. "This actually works out perfectly! I arranged for some wait staff so we can all enjoy ourselves properly."

Mina's face scrunched up in confusion. "Wait staff? What's that supposed to– Ohhhh my god..."

The entire class followed her eyeline toward the stairs. Down which descended three girls. Momo and Kyoka bringing up the rear, the former looking extremely proud of herself and the latter trying to suppress her laughter.

And in front of them, Katsumi Bakugo. Stumbling slightly in black heels she wasn't especially used to. Wearing a short, dark dress cut low, with puffy sleeves and a frilled apron over top. On top of her head of eternally spiky hair was an equally frilly headdress. Her expression under tasteful make-up and a furious blush was equal parts murder and humiliation.

"Now, Katsumi. Proper greetings!" Momo reminded her, her grin not diminishing by a single millimetre.

Carefully, the blonde walked toward Saiki, enduring the confused awe of her classmates as they parted for her. As she finally reached the cause of all of this, she lowered into a curtsey. Her mouth opened, but it still took her another couple of seconds to actually form words. "Welcome home... Master. Your huuu...!" Just trying to say the word she sounded like she wanted to vomit. "Your HUUU... Your h-h-h-humble maid is here to s-s-serve you!"

Kaminari gaped, staring at the incredibly abrasive girl with her head bowed, showing cleavage in her fairly revealing maid costume. The combination of white stockings and dark skirt exposing just the perfect amount of bare thigh. "This is the best," he breathed. "Saisei, this is the best! I don't care she looks like she wants to murder me, this is the BEST!"

Sato had a nosebleed. Koda's craggy features had turned a vibrant red, like he were a volcano about to erupt.

"Wow, Katsumi!" Mina said with a grin. "Except for that overwhelming aura of hatred, vengeance and unimaginable suffering, you're really pulling that look off!"

"My whole universe is collapsing in on itself," Izuku muttered in utter disbelief. "Kacchan in a maid outfit, calling Saiki 'Master'. What even is this? How did the world get like this? All Might retired and now the world doesn't make sense anymore!"

Iida, who had not one minute ago agreed to bury the hatchet with the unrepentant problem child of their class, once again rounded on him with righteous fury. "You! You! You degenerate! This is your doing! How dare you force something so disrespectful onto a classmate!"

"Pipe down, Jump Jet," Katsumi growled, "I didn't ask for your chivalry."

"Ah-ah-ah!" Momo uttered with a finger raised chidingly.

"Uhh, I mean," the blond backtracked, swallowing, sighing and cringing back to back in rapid succession. "Master, please allow me to fetch refreshments for you and your compatriots! This maid l-lives to s-hurve!" She stumbled over the last word with another heave, but got through it, ending with another curtsey.

Iida, with little choice but to stare down her dress when she was dipping low like that, looked away with a blush. "Uhh... W-Well... I suppose it couldn't hurt, and if she's fine with it."

"He caved so quickly!" Ochako squawked.

The moment he wasn't the centre of attention, Saiki moved toward Kaminari and Kirishima, speaking lowly to not draw attention. "Make sure everyone knows not to take liberties. It's all in good fun as long as it stays in good fun. Anyone tries to ruin that, I'll break their hands and she'll bomb them into bloody stumps."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me that!"

"Yeah, I've got a girlfriend, man!"

"Just being cautious," he replied. "There's a line, make sure people know where it is." There was a point where humiliating Katsumi would stop being fun. Other people thinking they had permission to lay hands on her was where it stopped being fun.

... Hypocritical maybe, given his past actions. But it had been pointed out only a few minutes ago that his ethics were wonky at best.

"Alright, I get it," Kaminari said as he wandered off to spread the word.

Kirishima however, hesitated. "Hey," he said quietly. "You and Bakugo... You're weird, ya know? Together, I mean." It seemed like he was trying to gather his thoughts in the middle of speaking them. "Sometimes she's super happy, other times it's like she wants to stab you in the junk. And you're with Yaoyorozu and Jiro... So I just wanna know... She's happy, right?"

"That's... A really hard question to answer." When their games first started the answer would have been a pretty definitive no. But after a little while she was clearly having fun with them, even if she didn't want him to know it. "I think so. But she'd tell me to blow myself for even asking."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." Kirishima looked at the strangely bashful blonde, watched as Mina and Momo talked across her, gushing about the details of her outfit and make-up. "Don't screw it up, okay? Don't make her sad."

It was a concept Saiki had never considered. He had done some questionable things with Katsumi. Pushed her beyond what she was comfortable with more than once. But... None of it had made her sad. Pissed off, sure. Furious, absolutely. But not sad. "I don't even know what a sad Katsumi would look l–" He stopped speaking suddenly. No. He knew what that looked like. In Kamino. "... Yeah. I'll do my best."

The redhead gave a stiff nod, leaving him behind. Saiki watched him go, coming to a realisation of what exactly that conversation was only after it was over.

But soon after, it was forgotten in an atmosphere of mutual celebration. Well, for most. Katsumi endured the evening of friendly ribbing from the girls and the same from the boys, mixed in with some awkward and lustful stares. The boys suddenly realising yes, when she cared to put in effort (or someone put effort into her) she could be attractive in a more typical fashion. Not to say she wasn't attractive on a normal day, more that she was a very particular type that didn't appeal to all. Were she to lean into it, her new hero name wouldn't just be a private joke.

Not that Saiki had any problem with the real her. He lo– He appreciated his jerkass tomboy just as she was.

Eventually though, the celebration wound down. At least the public one.

"Why are you dragging me up here in this?" Katsumi groused, picking at her maid outfit like it was a thing of grime and muck now that she felt her obligation to wear it was over. "You got what you wanted. Punishment's done."

"It is! Well done! I'm very proud of you! You only threatened to murder two people! That's progress!"

"Three people."

"I'm choosing not to include myself in the count," he admitted. "That one was kind of a given. But no, really! I'm glad you did so well."

"Whatever."

"Hey," he said, pulling her against him as they walked in a one arm hug. "I'm serious. Maybe you thought I just did this because I get off on humiliating you."

She stared at him. Telling him with her eyes what she thought of that statement.

"Yeah," he allowed, conceding the point. "But not just because of that. You barely passed the second exam and I don't need to look at your score readout to know why. This was training. Working fast food wasn't as perfect a preparation as I thought it was, but because of it, I don't blow up at people. You do. Over the smallest shit. So you need to learn not to do that because it makes for a shitty hero." He smiled at her. "And like I said, only two threats of murder? Wearing that? You're improving!"

"Whatever," she grumbled. "You just did it this way to get your rocks off."

"Oh yeah it was great fun for me. Getting my rocks off though?" he asked as they ascended to the third floor. "Yeah, no. We haven't gotten there yet. But hey, look at it this way, you get to pay off two punishments in one night!"

Katsumi sighed, looking away to hide the glimmer of anticipation. Or at least try to. "So we're fucking too. Why are you making a big deal out of it?"

"Like I said before, just that wouldn't be a punishment anymore, would it?" he asked, knocking on the third door of the floor.

"Wait... Whose room is this?"

The door opened seemingly on its own, a split second before Saiki pushed his companion through it. Following and closing the door behind him.

"Ohohohoho!" Momo laughed, a hand up to her face, head tilted back. Dressed in a corset and black panties. "Look, pet! Our Lord has brought our dear servant in for her proper punishment!"

Eye-catching as she was, Katsumi managed to drag her attention away from Momo sitting atop her four poster bed, to the girl kneeling at the foot of it. Kyoka gave Katsumi a deadpan look. "Just go with it. She gets really into this kind of thing."

"Oh?" Momo asked leaning down to lift Kyoka's chin with a riding crop. "Does Pet need to be reminded of her manners?"

The girl in the slightest bra and panties to ever be designed blushe and shuddered just slightly. "No, Mistress, sorry Mistress."

"Momo," Saiki interrupted with just the slightest bit of reprimand in his tone. "Maybe dial it back a little? Or a lot?"

"But Saiki!" she pleaded with sad eyes as she came off the bed to press herself against him. "She's so perfect in that maid outfit, it would be so much fun playing breaking in the new servant like we did with Kyoka!"

"Try that creepy roleplay crap with me and the only thing breaking in would be my foot in your ass."

Much to Katsumi's horror, Momo put a finger to her chin in genuine contemplation of the idea. "Well, we've never tried stuff with feet before..."

"And we're not going to," Saiki immediately rammed that train of thought off the tracks. "None of that." Feet were whatever. Specifically putting feet in places was weird.

"Hmmm... Well, we can still play together!" the rich girl bounced back, pulling Katsumi further into the room. "Will you be joining us, Saiki?"

"I'll let you two get more intimately acquainted," he answered, picking Kyoka up and throwing her onto the bed. "We'll be joining you later." He enjoyed the smile on Kyoka's face. She always appreciated it when he chose her first. Being in a three(ish) way relationship involving Momo, it was easy for her to feel a little inadequate now and again. So as Saiki engaged in foreplay with the petite punk, he kept an eye on the developing show between Momo and Katsumi.

Namely, Momo carefully cornering Katsumi and stripping her out of her maid costume. The one she knew intimately, having made it herself. "You really did fill this out wonderfully," Momo praised her. "Even after getting you into it, I couldn't wait to get you out of it again."

One set of lips captured another, but only for a brief few seconds. The wealthy girl pulling away again quickly when she realised how dispassionate her partner was. Or rather how distracted. Katsumi continued to look at Saiki playing with Kyoka's sleight body.

Carefully, Momo guided the blonde girl to meet her eyes again, speaking quietly. "I know how you and Saiki do things. I don't entirely understand it. But if you really don't want to do this, you don't have to." Katsumi's eyes hardened. "He said you might react that way. But this isn't pitying. I don't want a partner who is only pretending. I've been down that road. If you don't want this, you can leave. I won't hold it against you and I'll make sure he won't either."

Once again, Katsumi's eyes strayed toward the couple as Kyoka gasped in pleasure. The blonde licking her lips. "It's not that. I... Whatever, let's do this."

Momo's eyes narrowed, piecing together what she was witnessing, her intelligent mind landing upon a possible answer. "Katsumi...!" she cooed, leaning in next to her ear. "Do you like to watch?"

"What? No. Fuck off. That's not it. Just get naked and we'll do shit or whatever."

"Tut tut, good girls shouldn't use language like that!" the gifted young woman tutted in reproval, pushing the blonde down onto the bed, raising her arms and grabbing them by the wrists. "Bad girls get punishments." Suddenly from one hand sprouted a cuff that snapped around Katsumi's wrist, a chain that was flicked around the bedpost to end in another cuff that snapped shut on the other wrist.

"What is this?" Katsumi demanded, rising onto her knees. "I thought we were gonna fuck!"

"We could," Momo said airily, taking advantage of Katsumi's new position to cuff her ankles the same way. "Hmmm..." Reaching into her desk drawer, she pulled out a set of vibrators. Two beads and a vibrating dildo. "This should do it," she declared, placing the beads over her nipples, pulling aside her lacy panties to tease her pussy before slowly inserting the vibrating rod.

"Ffff," Katsumi breathed through biting her lip as the toys got to work buzzing away at some of her more sensitive spots. "Is this it? Thought there'd be more to it than this."

"Oh, there is. Saiki!" the buxom woman called out in a sing-song voice. "Would you like to show Katsumi how you treat Kyoka?"

"Yeah?" he asked, looking up to see exactly what Momo had been doing. "Alright."

"Wait, what? H-Hey!" Kyoka sputtered as she found herself manhandled into being the one on top. Straddling her boyfriend with her legs spread wide, letting the blonde get a good look at his cock jutting up between her legs, and exactly how deep inside her it was about to go.

Katsumi stared, transfixed. Her pupils dilated, focused on the cock she had taken dozens of times, about to fuck another woman. Something she knew intellectually happened often. But seeing it in person was different. And Momo whispering in her ear. "You see that? He's going to penetrate her, nice and deep. She's going to bounce on that cock and love every second of it. You're going to watch her cum on it, while you and I are over here," she teased, sliding two fingers into the blonde's panties to circle her clit while the vibrators did their work. "When he's done with her, I'm going to have my turn. He's going to fill me up the way I like. And then maybe you can have a turn. Would you like that?"

Kyoka raised up and sank back down, groaning as her tight pussy was filled with inch upon inch of hard cock, her petite body bulging only slightly as she took it deeper. Katsumi found herself nodding shakily.

"You would? Oh that's wonderful!" Momo's fingers sped up as Kyoka bounced. The punk wearing an embarrassed flush as a new person watched her get fucked.

"Nn, nnnnnn..." Katsumi groaned, her hips bucking against the thing that was already inside her. "Nnnn! Nnnn!"

"Oh, why are you being so quiet? You're usually so vocal about everything! There's no need to be embarrassed! Do you not want him to know you came watching him fuck another woman?"

"F-ff-ffuck you, it's... The vibrators!" the bomber insisted even as she couldn't tear her eyes away from the girl cumming on her Saiki's cock.

"They helped, yes. But we know what it really was, don't we?" Momo teased. "We all have our things. You saw mine when you came in, didn't you? It's nothing to be ashamed of! Embrace it! It will feel so much better that way!"

"I'm... I'm not...!"

Momo had no idea of what was going on in Katsumi's mind. Listening to the girlish squeals of the petite girl, the wet slaps of their bodies smacking together. The smell of her pussy juice. The throbbing cock that was supposed to be inside her, pleasing someone else. It was... Thrilling. And she hated it. Everyone who knew her family always thought she was like a clone of her mother.

Not in everything, it turned out. In this, she was on the opposite side of the relationship.

"Saiki! Saiki!" Kyoka squealed as his balls tightened, as he filled his punk slut up with his hot cum. More than near any other man could produce bubbling out of her pussy in thick streaks of white.

"Looks like it's my turn!" Momo announced cheerily. "Kyoka, maybe Katsumi wants a taste!"

The petite girl frowned, her brow furrowed, having not been privy to most of Momo's teasing. But hey, it sounded like a fun way to get back at the girl who was mostly an asshole to everyone. And so as she rose off her boyfriend's cock to let Momo take her place, she knee-walked her way over to the chained up blonde, sqautting to drop her cream-filled pussy on the obnoxious girl's face. Forcing her to lick it clean.

And Katsumi came again. She couldn't bring herself to blame it on the vibrators this time.

The worst part. Worse than realising she loved watching her boyf– Her lov– Watching the guy she was fucking fuck other girls. Worse than realising she enjoyed being defeated in some way. Hell, that one she had been working up to ever since she met Saiki.

No. The worst part.

Her mother had totally called it.

And she'd never live that down.

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A/N: No problem with feet people. But it ain't my bag.

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