Requested by ItsyaBoiLemonade. I didn't have much inspiration but this little idea came to me, so I hope you all enjoy it! 

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"Okay everybody, quiet down and listen up!" Keiko Okamoto, your class representative, announced. 

"The School Festival is coming up, and as first-years, this'll be our first school festival as high schoolers. Every homeroom and club is going to participate and contribute in some way….yada yada...school festivals are nothing new." She said as she flipped through the papers. 

"Anyways, we need to choose a theme. If you have a suggestion, PUH-lease: Raise. Your. Hand." 

Of course, lots of kids began to call out and not raise their hands. 

"Yes Naoko?" Keiko sighed, calling on someone who was actually raising their hand. 

"M-maybe we could do a skit?" 

"Sure." Keiko said, writing Naoko's suggestion on the board. 

"What about a maid cafe?" One of the boys suggested. 

"What about a reverse maid cafe?" One of the girls countered. 

"Or a butler cafe?" 

"Or just a crossdressing cafe?" 

"Wear a skirt? No way, it's too cold outside for that!" 

"Now you know what we have to deal with everyday!" 

"Order! Order!" Keiko exclaimed. "It seems like a lot of you want to do a cafe. But it seems like you only want to so you can see the opposite sex in sexy or embarrassing clothing. But what all of you have failed to consider is the cooking aspect of the cafe. Does anyone in the class know how to cook or bake?" 

"Well?" Keiko added quickly as she saw some hands shoot up. Some of those hands went down.  

"Morton does, Morton guesses…." Morton said from the back of the room. Everyone turned in their seats to look at him. Morton hardly ever spoke in class unless he was called on. 

Well, he never spoke to anyone else but he spoke to you loads of times. Well it was more like you were talking at him and then he'd react. Some of the classmates wondered why a Koopaling would ever need to know how to cook anything, as rich as they supposedly were. 

"He can make a mean cupcake!" You spoke up, "M-mean as in good, but I-I bet he could put angry eyebrows on it so that it actually looked mean! Sometimes he shares sweets with me that he brings to school so….yeah. The man's legit!" 

Keiko smiled. "Okay….great! Morton can be on kitchen duty then. I'll need a few more volunteers to make this happen." 

She added other students to the list of cooks and eventually the class came up with enough to put the maid cafe into action. Keiko assigned other students tasks such as making sure all the maids have outfits, deciding what they're going to make, getting started on flyers, etc. You ended up being chosen to be a maid (of course) and since you didn't really have a job till the day of, you decided to help out any way you could. Wendy and a few other kids weren't going to be part of the whole shebang because they would be working with their respective school clubs. Wendy said goodbye to her brother before heading to the swim club room.

"So, this whole maid cafe thing is pretty exciting, ain't it?" You said to Morton after school. 

"Morton guesses…."

"What's wrong?" 

"Nothing." He said, though you knew this wasn't true. 

"You sure, Morty?"

"Yeah." 

"Are you sure you're sure?" 

He nodded.

"Are you sure, you're sure, you're sure you're sure?" 

He smiled and snickered. Yes, victory is mine, you thought. "It's just that," Morton began, "Morton's never baked for lots of other people before. What if he messes up and ruins everything? Everyone would get mad at him." 

You nodded slowly. "Sure, you could mess up and ruin everything and everyone could get mad at you. But! On the other hand, there's also a chance you wouldn't! You'll never know until you try! And you can lessen the margin of error by practicing the recipes with the rest of the kitchen staff beforehand. Maybe...I could even come and help, e-even though I'm on the maid staff…" You said, playing with your [hair length] [hair color] hair. 

"B-but I mean I don't have to be there, if you don't want me to be there--" 

"No [Y/N], you can come. Morton might appreciate the support. Morton doesn't really know a lot of the people on kitchen staff and you seem to get along well with everyone in class, so [Y/N] could make sure everyone has good time." 

You felt warm all of a sudden. "Like Minister of Fun?" You asked, cringing slightly though it was too late to take it back. 

Luckily, Morton smiled back and tousled your hair."Yeah, something like that."  

You didn't really know what to say to that as you beamed widely like a dorky, love-struck school kid. And perhaps, that was exactly what you were. 

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The following weeks of school were filled with enthusiastic preparation for the school festival. Classes had been canceled, so everyone could use all their energy to practice and prepare. By the time the festival came around, you were sure your class was more than ready. You'd attended the kitchen staff's practices, assuming the role of Master Taste Tester (a position bestowed upon you by yours truly). You'd never eaten so many snacks in your life, you hoped you'd still fit into your maid outfit. 

Eventually, the Saturday after Culture Day arrived. The school campus was alive with the bustle of lively teenagers and parents. There were even middle schoolers present, deciding if Moopa Prep would be a good fit for them. You had to put on a good show. 

"So...how do I look?" You asked Morton after returning from the dressing room in your maid outfit. It was tasteful and school appropriate and resembled more of the classic maid outfit than a sexualized version. Morton's silence made you anxious. Did you look so horrendous that he was trying to make up a lie to spare your feelings or did you look so mind-blowingly fabulous that he was at a loss for words? You had somewhat of a feeling it was the latter. 

He held a thumbs up and smiled. "[Y/N] looks cute." 

You fidgeted shyly. "Thanks, you look good too." Even though his costume only consisted of a blue gingham bandana to tie his short, sandy blonde hair back and a clean apron, he still looked nice. 

"Thank you…." He trailed off timidly, "Can [Y/N] come over here? Morton finished a batch of cake balls and he needs the Master Taste Tester to taste-test them." 

"U-uh, sure." You said, proceeding further into the kitchen. You spotted the fresh plate of chocolate-covered goodies. Some were covered in white chocolate and others were covered in milk chocolate while all were covered in cute rainbow sprinkles. He picked up a [brown/white, depending on which u prefer. Choco dislikers, where u at? I can't be the only one ;_;] ball and held it in front of you between his fingers. You took a bite, unsure if he had just wanted you to take it into your own hand like a normal individual. He didn't object though, and held the sweet steady. 

"S-so...what does [Y/N] think?" He asked as you chewed. 

You gave a high-pitched moan and swallowed. "This is really good! The people are gonna love these!" 

He smiled shyly. "Thanks…."

"Hey [Y/N], how do we look?" You turned to see a few of your male classmates, posing in their maid dresses.

"Pretty good!" One of the girls chimed in. "Yeah, I don't know why you guys were objecting, you look fabulous!" Another teased. Other girls and boys were being weird and whistling and saying "Ohayo, onii-chan" and flexing their muscles and doing other crackhead type stuff. 

"Alright, alright, alright that's enough lollygagging!" Keiko chimed in authoritatively, "Everybody on kitchen duty needs to get in the kitchen where they belong! And maids, get out there! We've already got people waiting to be seated! I want to see big, genuine smiles and kind hospitality! Move, move, move!" 

Everyone proceeded to their battle stations and got to work. Your class cafe soon became very busy as visitors popped in to rest their feet and have a snack after walking through the school. Being a maid was harder than you anticipated, but at least you were sure to meet your daily steps goal ;). After a few rigorous hours of work, your "shift" was over. Coincidentally, Morton's was over as well and you suggested to him that you both visit his siblings' classes to see what they'd done; He agreed. So the two of you left together….before taking a few snacks for yourself for the trip of course 😌.