Academy City.
Known as the pioneer city of everything related to science, it is said that the technology inside the city is 10, even 20 years ahead of anyplace else on Earth. A city that houses nearly 2 million people, of which 80% are students enrolled under their ability development curriculum. However, despite all that technological advancement, despite all those brilliant minds throughout the city, science has yet to help a certain boy with regards to his everyday fortune.
Or rather, misfortune.
"Fukou da..."
This boy, Kamijou Touma, can currently be seen walking home with an overflowing grocery bag in his left hand and a gloomy expression on his face. Bandages bound the whole of his right hand from palm to elbow, and another bandage was wrapped around his head.
Having just been released from the hospital yesterday, one might mistakenly blame the downcast aura the youth was emanating on his injuries. To some extent, this was true; the injuries he got in Denmark has yet to fully heal. He could still feel a constant, dull ache all around his body, but, given what he had gone through during the whole Othinus fiasco, the common man might actually comment that having just aches after all that was his being lucky. The youth himself would say otherwise.
Having stayed at the hospital for a long period of time, the stock of food at his dorm room had finally been depleted, leading to the black hole that was his roommate to constantly pester him to come back home. Immediately after leaving the hospital, Kamijou went shopping for his monthly supplies of groceries, with Index and the newly christened Othi-chibi in tow.
However, despite the overabundance of supplies that he had bought, it all had literally disappeared overnight when he made the mistake of sleeping too early, forgetting to lock the cupboards. He had awoken to the sight of a sister with an unsightly bulging stomach laying prostrate on the kitchen floor, while the former magic god can only express her condolences on the poor Kamijou's situation.
Fast forward 10 or so hours, it was now nearing night on a Saturday, as the unfortunate youth who had just exhausted the last of his rainy day funds continued to trudge along, carrying the bags using his off-hand.
The reason he was using his left hand was that he didn't want to put too much burden on his main hand, having been reprimanded for pulling it out of its cast when he went and saved the Tokiwadai ojou-sama earlier that week. He at least wanted to let his hand rest, it at least deserves that after what it had been through.
December is just beginning, but my bank account is already empty! What kind of sick, omnipotent deity is responsible for this situation?! Wait, no, it's too dangerous to be thinking such things. Who knows how much power that chibi magic god still has left. I wouldn't be surprised if she can somehow read my mind and- Wait! Does that mean she could be reading my mind right now?! She might be whipping up Index's appetite while I'm taking so long to go home! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Please forgive this Kamijou Touma who is a mere lowly human, almighty Othinus-samaaaaaa!
Passers-by were looking weirdly at the boy that suddenly knelt and began bowing his head on the pavement. They could not possibly realize that the boy was all too serious in bowing to preserve his life, or rather, his wallet's well-being.
After a few minutes (and a severe scolding from a passing Anti-skill officer), Kamijou continued to trudge on his way back to his dorm. The reason the trip was taking so long was that he had chosen to shop at a faraway store he had chanced upon that was having a 50% clearance sale on all items. Given the state of his finances, he can only hope that the items he had bought would not spoil easily, though knowing who his roommate was, it would have made no difference to her if it was spoilt or not.
He was passing through an all too familiar park when he saw a blue light in the direction of the park benches, followed by a small explosion.
Sweat sprouted beneath the bandage on his head. Why does that light seem so familiar? Could my misfortune really be this bad?! With his curiosity winning out on him, he snuck closer to the park benches and peeked out from behind a lamp post
There, standing right next to a smoldering pile of what he could only guess was once a park bench, was the girl he had dreaded he would find. The #3 level 5 Misaka Mikoto, a.k.a the Railgun, complete in her winter uniform.
Because any unnecessary noise would only attract the attention (and more likely, fury) of said girl, he can only cry out voicelessly to the sky, Fukou daaa!
Since after Denmark, he had yet to meet or talk to Mikoto. He had thought that she would come over to his exclusive hospital room just like she did after he saved her Sisters, but alas, she never showed. It wasn't that he was dreading meeting her. It was just that, from the looks of the situation, he doubted that it was a good time to stumble upon her. He can't help but imagine himself to the likeness of the smoking rubble in front of the girl.
What's got her into such a mood? Normally, if she was angry and wanted to take it out on something, wouldn't she rather harass that broken vending machine?
It never crossed Kamijou's mind that his assessment of Mikoto's mood and habit would surprise many people. Only a handful of people can confirm that what he had thought of was correct, and all of them would even be surprised that he knew her that well (with one particular twin-tailed girl being especially pissed-off).
He decided that it would be better for everyone involved if he would just leave quietly without disturbing the girl. He had started to slowly back away from the lamp post when he heard Mikoto speak,
"Damn youuu ssstupid *hic* vending machine. Jussst... Give me my *hic* drink alreeady..."
Huh? Was he just imagining it, or was Mikoto drunk?
On a closer look, one would indeed confirm that Mikoto had been drinking. Nevermind that she thought the park bench was her usual vending machine, from her gait and face alone you could clearly see the inebriated version of the #3 level 5. Her flushed cheeks were evident despite the dimming light, her eyelids drooping, her pupils seemed dull and unfocused. She was swaying in position, while pointing an accusing finger at the rubble. She looked like she would tip over if a sudden breeze blew.
Why would she be drinking? She's clearly underage; any self respecting bartender can see that, they couldn't possibly have served her anything alcoholic. Wait, don't tell me it was one of those things that happen when girls get together?! Could Biri-biri actually be the kind of girl that seems nice on the outside, but was actually a wild-party animal?!
Whatever the reason, it was obvious that he needed to interfere. If he didn't, who knows what might happen to an unfortunate passerby that had the misfortune to come across a drunk Railgun...
Wait, isn't the unfortunate bystander in this case me? With this realization, he can only sigh in silent acceptance. Fukou da.
He steeled his resolution, as if he was about to head out to a crossfire, and walked out from behind the shelter of the lamp post. Kamijou approached the girl cautiously, who appeared to be preparing herself to deliver a stunning side kick to the "vending machine".
She was hopping in place, left foot forward, right foot back. After three or so hops, she spun graciously in place, her sweat-matted hazel hair twirling along with his body, and extended her leg, meriting Kamijou a glimpse of her ever faithful shorts. Her roundhouse kick was accompanied with a battle cry- "CHASSSSSERR- woooawooah!" -and she accordingly fell on her butt.
Mikoto stayed sitting on the floor, rubbing her sore behind while looking around her, as if looking for something. Is she actually looking for a beverage that she thought she got? Kamijou shook his head and hurried over to help the girl up.
He set down his grocery bag to the side and extended his left hand to the fallen girl. "Oi Biri-biri, are you okay?"
Mikoto gazed up at the sound of his voice. She looked at the outstretched hand, confused at first, but reluctantly took it. Kamijou hoisted her up from the ground- carefully, he reminded himself. The atmosphere was too dense, too dangerous. If there was to be an accidental girl-toppling-over-boy-as-he-tried-to-help-her-up incident, he doubt that Mikoto can keep herself from murdering him on the spot.
"Really Biri-biri, I thought you would know better than to be drinking at your age."
"Huh?" Mikoto squinted her eyes at him while leaning in closely. "Do I know youuu?"
Kamijou retreated a step back. Her breath reeked of alcohol, sending his mind slightly reeling just from the smell. Wow, she must really be out of it to not shoot at me on sight, least of all recognize me. Just how much did Biri-biri drink? Was I right in thinking that she really was the party girl type?!
Mikoto's gaze slightly went upward. He watched as recognition slowly dawned on Mikoto's face, accompanied with an accusatory finger, complete with sparks and all.
"...aaaaaaAAAAAAH! It'sss you! You ssspiky-haired idiot!"
"So you recognized me by my hair and not by my face?!"
"I'm sssure you're that idiot, I'd recognize that ssspiky hair of yoursss a mile away... Ssso? What the hell are you doing here, huuhh?!"
"What, it's not my fault you caused such a ruckus that even I, the ignorant Kamijou Touma can't ignore. I just happened to pass by and saw what looked like a thunderstorm."
"You expect me to believe... that an idiot like you, passssing through here and ssseeing me... wasss jusst a coinndii.. conciident... coiidnney.. by CHANCE?! You're totally looking for a fight!"
"It IS just a coincidence, so you don't need to yell at me all slurringly like that! AND WHY THE HELL DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME IDIOT?!"
He rubbed his brows, trying to dispel the impending headache he could feel was coming. At least she hadn't electrocuted me yet. He looked up, only to be confronted by the sight of Mikoto with her dukes up. Her two fists were raised like a boxer's, her face wearing a determined scowl, although the flushed cheeks ruined the look.
"... Oi. What are you doing?"
"What, you wanted a fight right? That'ss why you came here looking for me right?" She punched her left palm with her right fist. "Well then come on! I already beat you once, ha! I can do it again."
Kamijou's eyebrows began twitching from irritation. It seemed that drunk mode Mikoto was just as battle-thirsty as the sober one. And now it looked like she wanted to settle this mano-a-mano. He contemplated that if only she wasn't drunk, he might have actually entertained the thought of playing with her. But...
"You're clearly drunk, there's no way I'm fighting you while you're like that."
"Huh?" Mikoto dropped her fists (thankfully, Kamijou thought) and pointed at herself. "Drunk? Who, me?"
"Of course you. I don't see anyone else here trying to buy a can of beverage from a park bench, which, by the way, you totally fried."
Kamijou pointed at the still smoking heap to the side that was once the park bench. Mikoto looked over to what he was pointing at, an astounded look on her face.
The sight of a charred park bench must have worked wonders for her stomach, as she suddenly paled even more. "Ugggh, i feel ssick. I think I'm gonna..."
She didn't even finish the sentence before she rushed to lean in a nearby trash can and threw up. The sound of her puking made Kamijou's face pale too; he looked like he would have been glad to accompany the girl beside the trash can. He forced it back down with a disgusted look on his face, and upon noticing that the ungodly sounds had stopped, approached the poor girl.
Mikoto was still leaning in the trash can, reduced to merely dry-heaving. Not knowing what else to do, Kamijou slowly rubbed her back- again, being careful everytime he ran over the danger spot near the top of her back. When he felt Mikoto slacken, he put one of her arms over his shoulder and guided her to the nearest still whole bench.
"Come on Biri-biri, you can lay down on that bench over there to rest a little."
"Uuurggh... I told you.. My name iss.."
He laid down Mikoto on the bench, who then covered her eyes with her right arm. Finally, after bringing the grocery bag closer to where she was resting, Kamijou slumped down on the floor, with his back resting on the side of the bench nearest to Mikoto's head.
With Mikoto temporarily debilitated in the meantime, he took the liberty to take a breather and gather his thoughts.
Fact number one: Mikoto was clearly drunk. What was not clear was why she didn't seem to be aware of it. Huh, maybe this is her first time getting drunk.
Fact number two: Mikoto wouldn't be going anywhere at the moment, not without help at least. Kamijou glanced at a nearby post-mounted clock. It was already nearing the time for curfew. He would need to help the girl back to her dorm if she wanted to make it back before the curfew, however...
Fact number three: Mikoto was DRUNK. AND UNDERAGE. He can only guess what kind of punishment she would bring upon herself if she showed up as such at her dorm. And from what little info Mikoto had offhandedly told him about their dorm manager, it was unlikely that Mikoto would get through the punishment in one piece.
With the facts and problems established, it was now time to think of a proper solution. Of course just leaving her there alone was out of the question; if Kamijou Touma wasn't one thing, it was a ditcher. He would never abandon a friend, especially in a time of need.
Which leads to the only solution he could think of: find someplace for her to stay the night. But there in itself lies another problem: where in the hell could he hide a drunk level 5 for the night?
He ruled out renting a hotel; nevermind that it would be suspicious to show up with a clearly drunk, unconscious girl, he didn't even have enough money to book a room for even a single night. He doubted that he could get Mikoto lucid enough to let her handle the transaction.
Maybe take her over to one of her friends? Kamijou shook his head, immediately rejecting the thought. He didn't know how to contact any of her friends, and he doubted again that he could get Mikoto to cooperate.
Going to the authorities was out of the question too. Mikoto was held with high regard throughout Academy City as an outstanding student and a role-model; she was the poster girl for the city after all. This much at least he knew. Going to Anti-skill or judgement for help would only tarnish Mikoto's reputation; not only as the #3 level 5, but also as a pure, innocent girl...
Innocent? Where the heck did that come from? This girl faced her Sisters' killer, trekked through a world war, and even helped deal with the situation in Hawaii. If there ever was a girl that would hate to be called innocent to the face, I'm guessing it would be her.
Thus after eliminating all the invalid options, Kamijou was left with only one solution: he would have to hide her away at his dorm.
He hung his head in silent defeat. It couldn't be helped. No matter how hard he thought about it, there was no other way to deal with the situation. Barely out of the hospital, and something like this already happens to me... *siiiigh*, fukou da...
Now that he had actually accepted his fate, it was time to move from planning to executing. Kamijou flipped open his phone and called Index's number, hoping that the girl with photographic memory hadn't forgotten to charge her phone.
Index was under the kotatsu, happily watching a rerun of Magical Girl Kanamin on the television when the phone beside her rang. After only two rings, she managed to unlock the phone and answer it.
"Uhm, hello? Hey, Touma Touma, is this you?"
"Yeah Index, it's me. I'm surprised you've learned to answer your cellphone that fast."
"That's because Othinus told me that you might call since it's already dark outside. Hey hey, Touma, when is the food getting here? Othinus told me you would be bringing lots of food today. Lots and lots! Hurry up and get here! I'm hungry!"
The phone went silent for a good 10 seconds. Index started to wonder if Touma had hung up on her, or maybe he was interrupted on the other side.
"Touma? Hey Touma, are you still there?"
"... Index-san? Can you please put Othinus on the phone?"
Index looked over to her side where the chibi magic god sat beside her, being forced to watch the magical girl show at Index's insistence.
"Uhm, okay..." Index handed over the phone to Othinus, who despite her new diminutive state was still quite capable of handling the phone by herself. She leaned the speaker part of the phone to her head (which was smaller than the phone itself).
"What do you want with me, human?"
A scuttling sound was heard from the speaker. Othinus wondered what that sound was, when she heard a deep inhalation of breath. Then...
"FORGIVE ME OTHINUS-SAMA FOR MY IMPUDENT THOUGHTS EARLIER! I'M SORRY FOR MY INSOLENCE TO BE THINKING OF SUCH THINGS!"
"..."
"..."
Othinus and Index, who couldn't help but hear the outburst, could only stare at the phone, at a loss for words.
"LOOK! I AM CURRENTLY KNEELING DOWN ON THE GROUND IN FRONT OF MY CELLPHONE! YOU CAN SEE ME, RIGHT? PLEASE CLEAR THIS KAMIJOU'S OFFENSE FROM YOUR MEMORY AND FORGIVE MEEEEEEEEEE!"
A dull thud accompanied the end of the tirade from the apparently kneeling youth. Needless to say, the situation was beyond weird, or at least the magic god thought so.
"... What are you talking about human? Have you finally snapped from all that's happened to you in all those different worlds I sent you to?"
"Huh? Wait, didn't you intentionally make Index hungry because you read my thoughts earlier on how my misfortune might be because of some twisted, sick, omnipotent deity?"
"... I have no idea what you're talking about. All my powers from being a magic god are gone, so whatever you're thinking I could have done, I will deny it. And what was that you have been thinking about me?"
"Th-then! Why the heck would you rile Index's hunger factor up and tell her something that would only encourage her to eat everything that I might bring home?!"
Othinus shrugged, "I was bored."
"Whaa- YOU WERE BORED?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW DANGEROUS THAT MONSTER THAT YOU'RE PLAYING WITH IS?! DO YOU?! WHY WOULD YOU WISH UPON ME SUCH A THING?!"
Again, Othinus shrugged. "Why wouldn't I?"
"AAAAAAAARRRGGGHH! YOU! YOU FORMER MAGIC GOD THAT HAS NOW BEEN DEMOTED TO BEING MERELY ANOTHER FREELOADER! HAVE YOU REALLY REPENTED FROM YOUR CRIMES AGAINST THIS WORLD?! HAVE YOU REALLY TURNED OVER A NEW LEAF?! HAVE YOU?! THEN WHAT THE HECK IS UP WITH THAT ATTITUDE OF YOURS?! I SHOULD CALL NECESSARIUS AND REPORT-"
"YOU'RE TOO LOUD, YOU IDIOOOOTT!"
"Wa-wait Misaka-san! Not the groceries! Please spare the gro- GGWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" The sound of a lightning storm was heard on Othinus's end of the call. Othinus could imagine what kind of situation that boy had wound up in, and could only shake her head.
After the cries of anguish had died down, Kamijou's voice was heard again from the phone.
"Can I speak to Index again please?"
The sound of utter defeat from his voice was enough to incite the deepest of pities from anyone who would have heard it. Unluckily for him, the magic god has long since become unfazed to the sound of him in despair.
Othinus motioned for Index to take the phone from her, which she did.
"Uhh, Touma? What was that loud noise earlier? It sounded like when I try to plug the television in, only much louder."
"... Nevermind that for now Index. Listen, I need you to go to Komoe-sensei's and spend the night there. Can you do that?"
"Eh?! But why? Don't tell me you've gotten yourself into something dangerous again. That's it isn't it-"
"Nonononono! You got it all wrong Index-san! I, uhmm, well it's true that something has come up. BUT! But it really is nothing dangerous! It's just... Something came up that I can't ignore, and I'm the only one here that can help. So please Index! Will you believe me and spend the night over at Komoe-sensei's?"
The worried look on Index's face vanished alongside her sigh. She could somehow sense that Touma was telling the truth this time and not simply keeping her away from danger. Perhaps it was something that concerned one of his friends...
"Well, okay, I'll believe you Touma. But what's the problem? Maybe I can stay here and help with it somehow. As a sister, I am obliged to-"
"I forgot to mention that I ran into Komoe-sensei earlier at the store. It seemed like she was the one who bought out all the meat. She said she was having Himegami over and introducing her to the latest girl she took in, so she was having a barbecue. She asked if you were free to-"
"Tou-TOUMA! You should say those things earlier! I-it's been a while since I've talked to Aisa, this is the perfect chance to catch up with her. P-plus, Aisa might feel too shy around someone new by herself, I have to help her! I'm taking Sphinx with me, I'll be going then!"
"Wa-wait Index! Lock the door going o-"
Index quickly closed the cellphone and pocketed it. She picked up Sphinx, who was lounging on the kotatsu while facing the television.
"Come on Sphinx! We're going to see Aisa again! Plus, there would be meat!"
Sphinx however motioned towards the TV that he was being pulled away from, like he was saying, But I'm still watching the show! I want to know if Kanamin has was it takes to overcome the latest troubles in her heart!
Ignoring Sphinx's troubled mews, Index hurried out the door and locked it behind her. She rode the elevator down all the while humming "Barbecue ! Barbecue ! " and swinging Sphinx around with a smile plastered on her face.
Left in the dorm room was Othinus, who just continued to stare at the locked door. She was sure Index hadn't meant to leave her behind. Or rather, she simply forgot that Othinus was there to begin with.
They sure are pretty complacent with leaving a dorm room under an ex-Magic God's care.
With a sigh, she turned back to the TV and resumed watching Kanamin.
Kamijou sighed as he closed his phone and muttered a silent apology to Komoe-sensei. While he did bump into Komoe earlier, and she did tell him that Himegami was indeed coming over, under no circumstance did she tell him that there would be a barbecue or anything of the sort at her place, let alone to invite Index over. He muttered a silent prayer that Komoe-sensei would just play along and somehow sense the urgency of taking Index in for the night.
Now then...
A ringing interrupted his thoughts right as he was about to get up. He looked over to his phone still in his hand; it was silent.
"Huh? Then-"
Before he could say anything further, Mikoto had already flipped open HER phone and put it against her ear, all the while still lying down on the bench with her one arm over her eyes.
"Helloooo... Oh, it'ss you Kuroko..." Kamijou couldn't help but gulp at the mention of the ominous name.
"... Iss it already that late?... No, no, I'm not drunk. I jusst feel a little sssick..."
Kamijou quickly snatched the phone from the drunk's hands and spoke into it.
"And there you have it Shirai-san, Misaka can't really come back to the dorm like this so I'll do something about it."
"Whaaa... Whaa..."
"-Don't worry I'll make sure she's safe Iwon'tdoanythingbadIpromiseokayBYE!"
"What?! YOOUUUUUUUU-!"
He shut the phone mid-scream and proceeded to remove the battery from its back and pockets it while replacing the cover of the cellphone.
This is bad this is bad this is bad this is bad! That crazy girl will no doubt use her Judgement privileges to track down the call! I've removed the battery for now, so maybe they can't constantly keep track of us anymore, but they may still be able to trace that call to here. And if she finds us here...
He didn't finish the thought as a part at the back of his skull suddenly started to ache in fear. He would have to move fast before his life was put into even more danger.
The idea of leaving Mikoto behind and running for it didn't even appear in Kamijou's head. Nevermind that it would be far more convenient for him to hightail it out of there and let Shirai find Mikoto for herself; even the mere speck or beginnings of such a line of thinking did not, nor would it ever it seemed, occur to him. Such was the highschooler that was Kamijou Touma.
He tugged Mikoto into a sitting position and grabbed her arms.
"Whaa... What are you doing?"
She was quickly shushed as Kamijou knelt down with his back towards her. He crossed her arms around his neck and suddenly- "Whowhoaa!" - hoisted her up while grabbing at a somehow dangerous spot at her thighs.
"W-w-w-what are you doing?!"
It seemed that even though she was inebriated, Mikoto still possessed some semblance of awareness; realizing that she was cajoled into piggybacking onto that idiot's back, her face accordingly turned a shade or two redder than it already was. She closed her eyes and started to flail around.
"P-p-put me down, you idiot! I-I-I can walk on my-"
"This is no time for that!"
Mikoto's protests were drowned out by Kamijou's sudden shout. It was so sudden, so urgent, that you couldn't help but be quiet at the interjection. Without her realizing it, her head had already rested upon his shoulder in silence
"We're almost out of time, so this is the best way I can think of! You can hit me all you want later for all I care, but let that be later instead of right now! I know that this is embarrassing for you, but bear with it for a while please!"
There was a tone to his voice that she found familiar. It sounded like all those times that he had been out to fight for something, when he denies all the wrongs thrown at him with his words and his clenched fists. She slowly opened her eyes, and there was Kamijou, his head twisted to face her, staring at her intently.
There was a light in his eyes, a fierce light that showed how serious he was.
It was the same kind of light that she saw in his eyes back then-
Back then in Denmark when he had been escorting a magic god through the snow.
Back then on top of the floating city when he had declined her efforts to rescue him.
Back then when she had bumped into him in the underground District 22, all wrapped up in bandages and barely able to walk.
Back then near the end of the Daihaseisai when he had rushed towards an unrecognizable and rampaging monster that was her.
Back then when he had stood up all bloody and broken, facing an unbeatable monster in the railyard who was about to destroy the city.
It was those same eyes that shushed her now, while at the same time offered her a comforting assurance. It was commanding, yet warm at the same time. What else was there to say in answer to that gaze? She could feel her head become a little clearer from that stare. Now, all she could do was was bury her face in his back in acceptance.
"... I'll make sure you pay for this later."
"Heh, is that so? Then let's go!"
With a shout, Kamijou picked up the grocery bags with his left hand and burst forward. He wove through the park, and eventually out the gate.
Unbeknownst to Mikoto, it was neither honor nor courage that drove those words that Kamijou spoke to her. No, it was something more primal, more simple.
Fear.
The adrenaline rush that started from Shirai's call had began to wear out, and so he slowed to a walk. It suddenly came to him just how embarrassing this situation was for them. A teenage boy running through the streets with a teenage girl on his back; he wondered what would Aogami do to him if he ever found out about this predicament.
On top of that, he suddenly became hyper aware of his passenger; Mikoto's hair being swept by the wind tickled the back of his neck, the sweet fragrance that wafted from the sleeves of her arms that were circled around his neck, the feel of her firm thighs that he supported with his arms, not to mention a soft sensation pressed against him from behind.
What is it with this sudden development?! Why is it that even in a middle of a crisis, of all times, is when I suddenly suffer an incredible assault of the senses?! This is too much for me to handle all at the same time!
... Huh, I didn't realize it at first, but Misaka sure is light. I know that it's just normal for a girl to be so, but I still can't help but compare her to that time in Denmark when I did this with Othinus. Seems that she's even lighter than how Othinus was before. Also, it somehow feels less soft at my back...
His musings were cut short by a sudden spark that went off near his head, like the silent girl he was carrying could somehow sense where his train of thoughts were leading to. He gulped and forced himself to stop thinking too much of the situation.
Instead, he focused on the road ahead and the way he was pacing himself, all the while wondering about something totally different from the previous thought: how the hell had Mikoto gotten drunk?
If you're reading this, then you've made the painstaking effort of reading through my very first fanfic EVER, and for that, you have my sincere thanks.:D
Actually, I meant for this story to be one huge one-shot of events taking place after NT11, but I wanted to post it before NT12 is translated, and I've only gotten as far as half, so I decided to compromise and split it into parts. I know, poor me, no skills in time management whatsoever.
There are at least 3 more parts coming up after this, but I have no idea when I'll be able to finish writing them, so yeah, if you liked my first story so far, you can follow it to get a notif when I finally update. Or so I'm told that that's how it works.
Acknowledgements! I have my senpai 61wisampa to thank for putting up with my constant bugging her about my story (non-verbatim:"senpai! what do you think of it so far? tell me!" "Stop bothering me!") and for pointing out the typos I've missed. And for all my college profs for allowing me the time to write it (not that they've actually given me permission to write it in class, but meh).
So, how did you like it? Did it suck? Was it any good? Did it suck so much that I had to ask twice if it sucked? Reviews are welcomed and encouraged, so that I may actually have the chance to feel what it's like to receive reviews for a story of Just please don't bury me under a pile of hate.
And with that, I bid adieu, until I write again.
~Vindex101
