My Romance with the Season 1 Boss is Chaste Until Legal!

My Romance with the Season 1 Boss is Chaste Until Legal!

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Commissioned by Citino

Wordcount: 2500

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LOVE!

A feeling of yearning, adoration, faith, and belief in another!

The cause of bothwar and peace, good and evil, and virtue of vice!

The rise of some, the fall of many, and a despair known to all!

Love is an affair hardly explicable, yet universally understood.

So, it is understandable that even a Magical Girl can fall in love, such as PPP: Blue, Tsubaki Tsuna! 

The second-in-command of the vaunted PPP team, Tsubaki Tsuna is an heiress to a multi-trillion yen company. In industries ranging for aerospace, housing, and banking, the Tsubaki lineage can claim immense power and influence, along with a pedigree that can be traced back to the creation of Japan’s ruling elite. While the world floundered at the though of the other members of PPP being merely highschool girls, they cheered when the distinguished, intelligent, and high-spec creature known as Tsubaki Tsuna was granted power beyond mortal limits to defend against terrors from beyond the norm.

Yes, without a doubt, the world is filled with simps bereft of self-worth and aspirations, but that is not what this story is about.

This is a story about LOVE!

The love between a super highspec highschooler and her gym teacher—are those sirens?

Wait a minute, the gym-teacher’s actually the Demon Lord from season 1.

THEY’RE COMING CLOSER!?

Even though he’s completely chaste, and won’t touch her until her second year of college, at least!?

Exquisite, it seems that the sirens have slowed down a bit, so this love story actually has a chance of being told.

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Unlike too many SoL manga that spends four hundred chapters, Tsubaki Tsuna and the Demon Lord’s romance comedy began with her confession. Though beneath the typical field of cherry blossoms in springtime, any other couple present in the area to reminisce about their confessions could clearly say that the confession was anything but traditional, even for an Ojou-sama and ten-foot-tall Demon Lord. 

Primarily because it was less Rom-Com and more Shounen.

“Oh, so you’re confessing to me here and now, Tsubaki Tsuna? After all the hints I’ve been subtly turning down, you’re approaching me in order to confess to me beneath this beautiful vista?”  The Season 1 Demon Lord of the PPP series was a high-resolution cutout of an absolutely ripped, blue, and winged Demon at least ten feet tall with a PERFECTLY MUSCLED FORM. Due to his character development since the series finale of his defeat, where he proclaimed that he shall help the PPP defeat foes greater than himself, he has been upgraded. The cutout now has a whistle and a red baseball cap, because he is now their school coach. “Despite the hints I told Hibiki to tell you, which she bravely delivered to you to keep you safe and happy, you’re still approaching me?”

“I can’t live a life without regret, without trying to get closer to you, Sensei.” Tsubaki Tsuna approached with perfect poise and purpose, shoulders high, neck straight, and one leg leading after the other. Her long, lithe form, with her long, blue hair was the envy of all women in the park with boyfriends who preferred flat chests. So, two. Two girls were worried about their man. Max. “I can’t live without regret from this far!”

“Oho? Then… come as close as you like, Tsubaki Tsuna!” The Demon Lord cutout menacingly moved up and down, amidst the cherry blossoms, as the high-budget, fluid walking animations of Tsubaki Tsuna moved her forward. His hat and whistle, however, moved while the rest of his perfectly glistening and masculine form did not. “But know that if you are too close, I shall hold you an arms length afar in order to properly follow societal decency!”

“Sensei, I ask of you… please think with your heart, instead of following society’s demands, as I profess my feelings!”

“I apologetically refuse, as humanity’s laws are to be respected!”

“Tch, then…. No! I will confess nonetheless!” Tsubaki Tsuna utilized most of the episode’s budget as she approached. A buttery smooth, 60 FPS approach which killed at least two animators, as the toned girl wearing an open tracksuit took ten steps with a three-sixty rotating camera angle. The work of love is only done to elicit “oohs” and “aahs” from the most hardcore of weebs, who have watched so much anime that they can tell differences in quality in absolute garbage. “Prepare yourself, Sensei!”

“I respect your determination and will, and acknowledge that you are a beautiful young woman, but you are my student and I am your teacher!”

“Sensei, you don’t understand.” A delicately drawn flame appeared in Tsubaki’s sapphire eye, meticulously drawn and colored by a starving artist trying to leave a dead-end job via a Twitter account with less than a hundred followers. He draws sharp glint that feeds into the flame, which billows to symbolize determination and fighting spirit, for merely 1.1 Million Yen, or 10 thousand dollars a year. Please, Animator-san, get a real job instead of fulfilling the needs of weabs. “That’s the best part!” 

“Then, consider me frightened, Tsubaki… but ever more filled with the intent to ensure that your path is righteous!”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way!”

Thus, Tsubaki Tsuna confessed her love in springtime, amidst cherry blossoms, to her PE coach.

Who is the Season 1 Demon Lord.

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It is a known fact that every Japanese high school looks exactly the same in every anime, as to ensure that there is just a slightly lesser amount of work for the slaves being ground down by corporate executives for the creation of merchandise to sell to mouth breathers without social lives. The glorious country of the Rising Sun decided long ago to subtly support its fledgling industry, through which it will force all other countries to suffer from population decline by destroying the morality of their younger population, by creating every single Japanese Highschool as veritable clones of one another. 

They are simple, flat, and rectangular buildings made with efficiency and purpose in mind. Their sole existence is to shape the minds and hearts of the new generation with historical revisionism, nationalism hidden behind cultural appreciation, and unerring loyalty and devotion to conformity to government standards of individual above all else. Historically speaking, they are near-totalitarian institutions that demand compliance and threaten with ostracization from society, if one does not.

Thankfully, this is an anime about cute tomboys doing cute things, until they have lewd transformation sequences, so that they can defeat stereotypical villains. All our heroines have to worry about is deluges of confessions, homework, and where to go out to eat, instead of the threat of societal ostracization, loss of friends, and thoughts of suicide due to the overbearing desires of society forced upon them. Nor, of course, do they have to become alcoholic wage slaves, be ever concerned by their criminal system’s impossible 100% conviction rate, and NEETs who have rejected society for fantasy. 

Thank goodness, they live in an idealized version of Japan bereft of any societal issues that their nation could possibly inflict upon them. 

Anyway, Tsubaki and Hibiki were talking about Tsubaki’s crush on her coach, who is a 10,000-year-old Demon Lord. 

“Eh, Tsubaki-chan, Coach actually acknowledged your feelings!?” Hibiki,was flabbergasted, shocked, and… actually not surprised at all, because she knew that Demon Lord-san was kind of a softie. The ten-foot-tall, winged, Demonic bodybuilder might have been an agent of the forces of evil who intended to destroy the world, but that was a job. He’d only attacked them, made sure to avoid collateral damage, and gracefully accepted defeat when all was said and done. The leader of the PPP knew how these things went. It’ll be at least two seasons and a movie, before they have to actually kill a bad guy. “Congratulations!”

“I have overcome my weaker self. That is all that has occurred. Self-betterment is a path all should walk; therefore, no congratulations is necessary… so I am ever more pleased to hear your congratulations.” Tsubaki smiled at her leader, who smiled back, as she filed away the possibility of her lieutenant possibly being the final boss whose reasonings were correct, but not right. Those tended to be pretty popular as antagonists, and there’s now way this anime could ever be original. “However, I must ask for your help. Your relationship with your childhood friend has been very successful. I would like to know what you did in order to capture his heart and have a youth filled with memories.”

“…Tsubaki-chan, are you asking me to help you get a date, even though that would get Coach in lots of trouble?” Hibiki reconsidered her assessment of her friend as a possible last boss, before throwing it away. Last bosses with the theoretical moral high ground didn’t seduce their teachers. So, even though they were rivals and Tsubaki was excellent at everything else in life, Hibiki was sure that her friend was too lewd to be the final, hidden boss who was behind everything from the start and had to be defeated before she purged humanity of the impure. “Don’t you think it’s already enough that Sensei acknowledged—

“It is not enough. Sensei has evoked within me feelings of carnal desire that I long though were only for beasts. His form and frame evoke desires within me best left unsaid in public, friends, and even family.” At this point, Hibiki came to realize that Tsubaki Tsuna has been repressed her entire life. Beneath all the pressure of life, from being an heiress to a corporation with ludicrous amounts of funds to being a high school student in Japan, the blue-haired tomboy became an unbreakable diamond composed solely of what was necessary to survival in her circumstances. A strong mind, body, and will are given, but with human instinct in play, the core of that diamond can only be desire. In other words, Hibiki realized she having lunch with a massive pervert with several fetishes best left unsaid. “I don’t think that I will be able to last as a person, if I do not at least acquire a few memories of him in very close proximity in the next few weeks.”

A normal girl’s mind would qualm, quail, and shudder at the implications and barely withheld lust being sent her way. However, being the leader of a group of Mahou Shoujo required Hibiki to learn much about life, such as knowing when to back off, reevaluate a plan, and come up with another solution when a situation proves to be to terrifying and unknown. Bereft of compassion, and with the possibility of a teammate doing something that will risk Earth because a massive scandal involving bloomers, showers, and a schoolteacher but in reverse of the typical order, Hibiki decided to sacrifice the final boss of the last season. 

Sorry, Coach, Hibiki thought. But you’ll have to defuse this girl, because no one else can satisfy this girl’s size/muscle fetish.

“Okay, then! I’ll tell you everything I know.” Hibiki plastered on a gigawatt smile, even as she began to plan for a way to make sure the world would continue to have five, powerful protectors against the forces of evil. Of course, such plans required ensuring her friend would stay good in the public eye, but it also needed to make sure that their very good, powerful trainer could continue to contribute to society. Still, such a plan would take time, so she knew she needed to lead her “opponent” around in circles and delay the destruction of her decoy. “First, you need to prepare him a lunch you’ve made yourself, because even if he’s strong against your feminine wiles, every guy appreciate being cooked for!”

“I see. What do you recommend cooking for Coach? I am versed in cooking most forms of Japanese cuisine, but I have also dabbled in French and American Cuisine.”

“Oi, when did you have time to learn to cook between school and saving the world?”

“It is a relaxing and fulfilling hobby, which garners me much respect from online circles.”

“So, you’re not just a heiress, but also a secret, online celebrity chef?”

“Correct.”

“Then… you should cook something from every cuisine, until you find what he likes the most. Start simple and end with the most complex, so his sense of taste can be properly developed.” Hibiki’s mind raced, as she composed the longest possible delaying tactic possible. She could only hope that French and American cuisine had as many regions and variations as Japan, because with her high-spec teammate, two additional countries worth of gourmet meals was nothing. “Then, after you find what he likes to eat, come to me and we’ll progress to the next step.”

“Oh, why can’t we cover all avenues of possible approach now?”

“Because, Tsubaki, lunch time is almost over and we need to save the world after school.”

“Right. That needs to happen.”

“You can’t get into Coach’s pants if the world ends.”

“We need to destroy the forces of evil that threaten this world as swiftly and decisively as possible.”

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Muscle Demon Lord considered his circumstances very carefully, before nodding to himself, and deciding what to do for the rest of the night. 

Tonight, he decided imperiously, would be a rest day. 

While training is of utmost importance, so are rest days for their ability to accelerate healing processes, as well as allow the mind to rest. Given he’d finally found something worth lifting just yesterday, in the form of an abandoned train, and the confession from his student… both his physical and mental health required a much-needed break.

So, after a swift shower, Muscle Demon Lord took a seat, placed his reheated dinner upon his lap, and turned on the television.

The drink? Japanese whiskey.

The meal? Sukiyaki.

The show? Lifestyles Around the World: Britain: Part 2.

Muscle Demon Lord took a breath, before sitting properly as his mother taught him, and simply enjoying his show, whilst consuming his food and beverage. With a few breaths, he cleared his mind of the strain he felt all over his body after outracing the Japanese bullet trains with a carriage on his back, as well as the confession of one of his honorable foes just a few weeks after he began mentoring her. 

For his day off, and for this evening, he shall simply sit back, relax, and enjoy a calm repose to the smooth tones of Sir Dav*d Att*nbo*ough.

“…During the Blitz, the popularizes saying ‘Keep Calm and Carry On,’ became the National Catchphrase, which served the populace well beneath the merciless Vengeance Campaign initiated by the Third Reich. Children were sent away to live in the countryside, while places of commerce and industry continued to be manned, even at the possibility of bombing, because no matter what the war for democracy, as well as the United Kingdom’s continued existence, needed to continue.”

Taking a sip of rich alcohol, then a bite of very tender beef with rice that most would consider an entire serving, Muscle Demon Lord let out a sigh and allowed himself to relax.