Hey folks. It is the edited chapter 1. In collaboration with werewolf2005, the war against grammatical errors and fallacies has begun!


Kamijou Touma hunched over lazily and pulled out his phone to see what the incessant buzzing against his leg was about.

Meet me by the money-eating vending machine after school. -Misaka Mikoto

Touma let out a long sigh. A text from this person could only mean a few things to this teenage high school boy... none of them very appealing.

"What does she want now…"

Touma sighed those words from under his breath.

As he was putting away his embarrassingly outdated cell phone back into his pocket, a ear piercing voice jolted him.

"Nya, Kami-yan, you're gonna be late for class. You don't want to make Komoe-sensei cry again, right?"

Touma turned to see a certain blonde haired boy with a casually-worn uniform and dark sunglasses grinning madly as he approached.

"She'll probably say, 'Touma-kun, why are you always so late, you know that you can't continue through life this way'."

He raised his voice to a higher pitch trying to simulate Komoe-sensei's voice.

"People will see you as a walking failu-BNUAAAA!"

He was interrupted by Touma's fist smashing into his jaw.

"Shut up, will you?"

Despite leaving his dorm room relatively early while still managing to tame the gluttonous beast that dwelled in his complex, Kamijou Touma still came to class late. However, it was not because he was irresponsible or a delinquent. Kamijou Touma was plagued by extreme bad luck. On his way to class, he was almost run over by a speeding truck that decided to ignore the crosswalk, slipped on wet concrete from a clean-up crew, and forced to take a detour due to "civilian hazards" at a construction site. But that wasn't the end of it.

As soon as he arrived, Komoe-sensei stood up and lectured him for 15 minutes in front of the entire class about life responsibilities and respect, and then received death stares from those around him for angering Komoe-sensei. He felt the menacing glares tearing into his soul, so Kamijou Touma tried to keep his head low and unnoticed for the rest of the day to avoid any more catastrophic situations. Unfortunately, the events following would simply not go in the direction he wished. During lunch he accidently spilled his tea onto Fukiyose Seri, wetting her uniform... and revealing her concealed underwear... ... her feminine curves. He then received a ridiculously hard and undeserved blow to the gut and a bombardment of insults from the other girls in the class, dubbing him pervert for the rest of the day. Later, he tripped down several flights of stairs and hit his head too many times to count on the way down. It was a surprise to see how Touma was able to retain any amount of intellect for the amount of times incidents like that occur. Though this may seem like just a bad day, this is not the case for Kamijou Touma. Everyday is a bad day for Touma, that was simply how it is for him. And it is all due to a certain power that resided in his right hand. Imagine Breaker is the power to negate any form of supernatural powers, whether they come from scientific-based physical powers wielded by students who live in Academy City called Espers, or mysterious powers that come from Magic. Imagine Breaker was the reason why Kamijou Touma experienced such horrible luck. It is said that his Right hand also squashed any blessings given to him by God, meaning that he has no luck whatsoever. Whatever the world threw at him, he had to face it on his own.

He was more than halfway to the vending machine Mikoto had mentioned in her text. The poor beaten machine Mikoto round kicks to receive free drinks. It was also the same machine that ate a 2,000 yen bill from Touma, so perhaps beating it senselessly and robbing it of its merchandise was justifiable. At least, that's what a certain electro-master believed. It was when he heard the unmistakable voice of that girl that he knew he was close.

A brown haired girl with a slender physique was angrily kicking a vending machine. She wore Tokiwadai's prestigious summer uniform and wore shorts under her skirt. Scattering bits of blue light were flying from her bangs as she kicked the machine.

"I'll just tell him, just three words. Besides, he won't think too much about it right? But what if he rejects it…. NO, HE'S GOING TO ACCEPT IT, EVEN IF I HAVE TO FORCE IT DOWN HIS THROA-"

"Accept what?"

The recognizable voice came from behind her.

"NYA?!"

She froze in her spot like a statue and her face quickly flushed red. She slowly turned her head towards Touma as if being restrained by something.

"Yo, biribiri."

"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD MY NAME IS NOT BIRIBIRI, IT IS MISAKA MIKOTO, GET IT RIGHT YOU IDIOT!" She screamed and fired a huge electrical arc at Touma.

Realizing this would literally transform his skin into crispy barbecue, Touma forced his right hand forward by instinct and negated the huge attack in less than a second.

Despite his ability, Kamijou Touma still looked as if he came close to a near death experience.

"I thought I was actually going to die there for a second…."

Nervous sweat dripped down his neck.

Realizing she had was no longer hostile, he cautiously lowered his right hand and stood up straight.

"Anyways, what do you want biribiri."

"Tch. You're still gonna call me that even after coming this close to death huh?" She shot a dark glare towards him while blue sparks shot from her bangs once more.

Touma gulped. However, her demeanor quickly changed. She suddenly looked more meek and anxious.

"A-anyways. I-I wanted t-t-to tell you ss-s-s… something."

"Hmm?" Touma leaned in curiously.

Her face was now a bright shade of red. "I nn-nn-need yo-ooou to kn-n-ow…"

She was now stuttering and trembling so much that it was almost impossible to understand what she was saying. Her voice was also growing fainter and fainter. Touma took a couple steps closer trying to hear what she was saying.

"TH-th-aa-aa-at I-I-I-... L.. -i-i-i-ke y-y-y-oou…"

"Wha? You fat hike? What are you saying MIsaka?" I can't understand what you are saying."

Mikoto's face was extremely red.

"O-oi, you're face is really red, and your eyes are beginning to water up a little. Are you ok?"

"...T-ttt-t-tt-t-t-ou tou-"

She was completely incomprehensible. Touma was starting to get worried. Her legs began to wobble and her breathing became irregular and sparse. She felt her vision starting to fade as well as it grew blurry and dark. She started to collapse, falling to her knees, but a certain spiky haired boy caught her before she hit the ground.

"Oi, Misaka!" Yelled Touma.

Shit, she's really burning up. Could it be a heat stroke? It's still near the end of summer. I need to get her to a hospital…