The Alternate Title Is: OH GOD I DID IT AGAIN! WHY!?
Alright so... Story time! I actually had no intention of continuing this in any way... but I oddly got a lot of positive support for this and numerous people wanting more. So after a bit of thought, I decided "Eh... why not?"
Do I decided that I'd do more in my spare time, and because of that, I'll be taking the completed tag off this story. Updates for this will be random... as in; I have no identifiable pattern that I'll be uploading this. Chapters are made whenever I feel like and are uploaded whenever I feel like, so I apologize to those who would want a more regular content. I'm very much treating this as a project for fun to work in in-between other works. I have some other things that I'm planning out, some obvious to people if you follow me, others not so much. So updates for this will be random but they will probably slow-down if I'm working on another project; I hope that makes sense.
That said... Some people were probably wondering what a certain electric esper was doing left out of the fun... gee, I wonder what I could do to remedy that problem...
Enjoy!
"Man… what a day…" Touma yawned as he stepped out of a certain high school. At long last his own proper home of education was back up and running, and just in time as he had just finished with another series of incidents. The last situation he dealt with ended on a Sunday, and when Monday rolled around, his phone somehow "Failed" to receive any of the messages he was supposed to receive to tell him that classes at his old school had resumed.
Needless to say, he didn't discover this until he had already arrived to the alternative one, and he had to use every back-alley trick he had to make it to a certain high school.
…Only to arrive late, receiving a lecture from Komoe-sensei and a beating from Fukiyose; apparently Touma's attendance was getting so horrid that it was starting to affect the entire class in some way or another.
But that was Monday; now it was Friday and the unlucky Kamijou only had the weekend ahead of him. Though his week was filled with misfortune as usual, the bad luck he was suffering from was notably light. In fact, though terrible events still presented themselves, Monday was still his worst day.
The only remotely major thing was the fears of a resurgence of a particular event that occurred before a certain heatwave. He thought it was happening again last night, but it turned out to be a false alarm… or at least it seemed to be. Nothing seemed to trigger while he was at school anyway.
In fact, nothing particularly bad had happened to him yet on this Friday. Normally, Touma would be on guard for whatever horrors that could crawl out, but the night previous he dealt with a fight between his two roommates, Index and the tiny Magic God Othinus.
The argument went long into the night, and to make matters worse, he actually had to get up early due to a special examination; the researchers of the city devoted to Academy City's espers have been trying a new method with developing esper powers, and they wanted to check-up on everyone currently going through it.
Doing so would net Kamijou a little extra crash for his participation, so he basically had to sign up. Still; to say he was tired was an understatement. He yawned as he walked down the street.
"Man… those two better be getting along… I'm not staying up until midnight again…" Touma remarked, the sign of irritation quite apparent on his face. He kept walking until he saw someone he actually hadn't seen in quite some time.
Misaka Mikoto, the Legendary Biri-Biri middle schooler herself. She had just walked out from an adjacent pathway and started walking down the same street he did. Touma's mind seemed to awaken and realize what such an occurrence meant.
"…Great; knew the day was going a little well… such misfortune…" Touma sighed. He eyed the brown-haired girl for a time before making a decision.
Knowing his luck, running away would just lead to some kind of greater misfortune. If he was going to suffer; he was at least going to choose how.
"Yo, Biri-biri!" Touma called out to the girl who was a fair distance ahead. The electric princess herself suddenly turned, looking surprised at first, but this look quickly changed to irritation.
"How many times have I told you… my name is Misaka Mikoto! Stop calling me that you idiot!" Mikoto shouted angrily as sparks of electricity flew from her bangs.
"And my name is Kamijou Touma! Stop calling me an idiot!" Touma fired back.
"Stop being an idiot and I'll stop calling you an idiot, idiot!" Mikoto responded.
"Stop trying to electrocute me and I'll stop calling you biri-biri, biri-biri!" Touma shot back once more. The two argued back and forth for a time. It was Mikoto who backed down from the argument.
"…Alright... Ka-mi-jou Tou-ma. Happy?" Mikoto asked.
"Put it all together and then we'll talk." Touma replied.
"Fine! Kamijou Touma! Kamijou Touma, Kamijou Touma, Kamijou Touma! Is this really a big deal!?" Mikoto shouted.
"Hey; all I did was give you a nickname… you've been referring to me exclusively through an insult for the past six months… bet that's how I'm listed in your contact list on your phone..." Touma fired back. Mikoto narrowed her eyes and pulled out her own phone, and after a short time she pushed it into the unlucky Kamijou's face.
There it was; his name without a single alteration. It was even placed in her favorite's list, alongside Shirai Kuroko and a few other names he didn't recognize.
"…Hah… G-guess that means I lose then, huh?" Touma cheekily replied.
"Just because I call you what you are doesn't mean I'm petty." Mikoto spoke with venom.
"R-right… sorry Misaka-san…" Touma apologized. Mikoto put her phone away promptly.
"As punishment for adding extra pressure on me today; you're coming with me. If you object, I'll be stopping your heart personally." Mikoto stated.
"…Extra pressure? What's going on?" Touma asked. The two had begun walking together as she began to speak.
"It's just Kuroko… being Kuroko…" Mikoto signed. "She… kind-of caught on to everything that has been happening recently, and has been smothering me with concern… it's nice to know that she cares but it's been too much…"
"I see…" Touma nodded.
"She even ambushed me when I was trying to sleep, saying she'll "release some stress" and tried to put her hands all over me." Mikoto added.
"…Sounds like Lessar to me…" Touma commented.
"Be glad that girl can't teleport; I don't think you'd be able to escape her then."
"At least Shirai-san seems to genuinely care about you; Lessar just keeps trying to con me into joining her organization…" Touma sighed. "…Though it definitely seems like we both have issues with aggressive suitors…"
"…No lie." Mikoto turned a little bit red. To be honest, there was someone she wished would be a little bit "aggressive" when it came to her.
Not that she'll tell openly, anyway.
"Anyway, what are you doing all the way over here? This area of town is a bit out of the way for you, isn't it?" Touma asked.
"I have a shop where I browse Manga, but it closed down for renovations… closest place is around here." Mikoto answered.
"Really? In the massive expanse that is the School Garden there isn't a Manga shop? Or at least a convenience store that sells it?"
"Sure there is, but all they sell is that shojou and drama crap; I'm more of a shonen kind of girl personally. Romance stories really don't interest me all that much." Mikoto replied.
"Fair enough… I have some old manga volumes lying around if you want to borrow them; I don't read them anymore so I don't mind." Touma offered.
"…Maybe. I'll have to look and see what you have." Mikoto stated. She didn't really care that much, but it would be an excuse to visit the unlucky Kamijou's home.
For reasons she'd rather not disclose.
"So… since you appear to have a brief period of peace in your life… what have you been up to?" Mikoto asked.
"Hah… same old… bad luck and suffering; staples of my life." Touma replied. "Well… had a little bit of a scare involving a bad situation last night… but it ended up being nothing."
"Oh? And what was that? Did money start flying out of your wallet on its own?" Mikoto joked.
"Hey; don't joke about that… that's a real fear of mine at this point…" Touma replied. Mikoto laughed lightly and Touma sighed. "Alright… ok… how do I say this without sounding like a huge pervert…"
"You say that like I'm not already expecting that kind of response from you."
"…Really? You too? Othinus said the same thing…" Touma replied.
"Listen… I don't know a whole lot about this magic stuff… but if a GOD of magic is calling you out for it, I'm certain that she's probably right." Mikoto shot back.
"…Gee, thanks for your support…" Touma groaned. "Well, it was just weird. Whenever I looked at a girl… it seemed to cause her chest to grow… thought it had come back last night and was affecting Index, but it was just her cat crawling up her habit…"
"…Really? Boob-Growing eyes? How am I supposed to believe that? And how could that be a "scare?" I thought an ability like that would be a dream come true for a guy." Mikoto replied.
"…It's me we're talking about. If there is a way for something to go wrong, I'm destined to find it." Touma replied.
"…True. And I guess that although you're an idiot… you're not exactly a liar…" Mikoto mused.
"…Thanks, I guess?"
"Still don't know what caused it though?" Mikoto asked.
"Not a clue. Index bit me so hard I passed out, and after a woke up, everything was back to normal…" Touma explained. "…Although… there was this cashier… she seemed to stay the same even after I passed out… weird."
"Maybe your head has taken so many hits that you're starting it imagine bad things happen to you? It's possible that the cashier was always stacked you know…"
"Bleh, I don't even want to imagine that. The moment my misfortune grows to the point that my brain starts making things up just to cause me misfortune is the day I want out of life. Such misfortune." Touma sighed.
"Could be worse though." Mikoto shrugged.
"…Yeah, I could have ran into you. If that happened I'm sure my fate would have been sealed." Touma replied.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Mikoto stepped in front of the unlucky Kamijou to force him to stop. "I'm not a brute who would immediately try and kill you for something as stupid as my chest growing; give me more credit than that!"
The Railgun poked the unlucky Kamijou in the chest, releasing her apparent frustration. Touma's face of depression quickly shifted to one of horror.
"Seriously… have some confidence. As if I would just flip out over something so stupid…" Mikoto huffed out. She looked up at the unlucky Kamijou to find him covering his eyes with both hands. "…Hey, what the hell are you doing?"
"N-nothing… just… dust in my eye…"
"…Both of them…?" Mikoto asked.
"Y-yeah! Super weird!" Touma replied, laughing nervously.
"…Tell me what's wrong. Now." Mikoto ordered.
"W-well… let's just say when I first noticed it my first thought was "Oh crap, not this again!?" and leave it at that, eh?" Touma replied. Mikoto narrowed her eyes.
"…Seriously? You're joking right? I'm perfectly normal." The Railgun put her hands on her hips, figuring out what Touma was referring to. "Now put your hands down before I fry you; your embarrassing me by association!"
"…You asked for it. Don't say I didn't warn you." Touma slowly pulled back his hands and put them at his sides with a sigh.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine… if something like that would have happened I would have noticed by now. Besides… so what if my bra is a little tight; I'm a growing girl and stuff like that-"
A loud snapping noise interrupted the Railgun. Her facial expression didn't change but she quickly began to turn beat red.
"…What was that…?" Touma asked cautiously.
"…F-from the feel of things… i-it was my bra's clasp… breaking in two…" Mikoto blinked. Confusion was very clearly washing over the girl, and seemed to be the reason why she spoke so casually about such a thing.
"…Y-yeah, I'm just going to resume covering my eyes while you figure out what happened…" Touma closed his eyes tight once more. The brown haired girl gulped only once before shifting her gaze downward.
"W…w-w-what the hell!?" Mikoto shouted at the top of her lungs. She lifted her own hands up to her own chest, which had been enlarged considerably. They had easily doubled in overall size, but appeared closer to the tripled classification by a fair amount.
If she had gotten any bigger, she would be able to pass herself off as a certain queen… at least from the neck down.
"S-s-so… y-you weren't kidding… huh…!?" Mikoto spoke with disbelief.
"…Hah, so you were doubting me." Touma deadpanned.
"N-no! It's not that it's just… a lot to take in… you know? This all… happened fast…" Mikoto continued to check herself out, being through in making sure she wasn't just imagining things.
"You're… a lot calmer than I expected…" Touma scratched his cheek but kept his eyes closed.
"Well… this isn't so bad… hell, this gives me something to hold over Shokuhou! Heh!" Mikoto broke out into a grin. "…Hey, open your eyes and take one more long look; the bigger they get the more I can hold over her stupid blonde head!"
"…Are you serious? Are you serious right now!?" Touma shouted. "Oh who am I kidding… of course you are… figures that I get cursed like this and you end up actually enjoying it!"
"Sure; some people would get mad, but I really don't mind either way… only reason I care Is that I can throw them into Shokuhou's face! And… and… well…" Mikoto trailed off, her face flushing red.
"And…? And what…?" Touma scratched his head.
"I… I don't look… bad… with them this big… do I?" Mikoto's blush deepened and one appeared on the face of the unlucky Kamijou.
"H-hey… t-that's a loaded question with my demise written all over it!"
"N-no it's not! I'm not asking if you liked them better if they were smaller or anything just… asking if they looked… nice on me…" Mikoto trailed off again, becoming timid once more.
"I-I mean… w-well, I won't lie, t-there is a certain appeal…" Touma replied nervously, trying his best not to step on any landmines.
"…So you like it?" Mikoto asked quietly.
"…Y-yeah fine I'll admit… but it's not only I can really enjoy it or anything…" Touma shrugged his shoulders. "If a stare at a girl for too long… well…"
"R-right… I guess there is such a thing as "Too Big." How did you stop it before?" Mikoto asked.
"W-well… haha… I really don't want to answer that question…" Touma looked to the side, as if he was trying to hide his face.
"You were just complaining that you can't look too long… if you have a way just tell me; maybe I can help." The Railgun replied.
"W-well… I tried touching my eyes with my right hand and that didn't work… it seems like for me to stop the growing effect… I have to… erm… t-touch them with Imagine Breaker…" Touma's own blush deepened as he explained it.
But that was nothing when compared to the brown-haired girl he was standing across from, as her face was practically glowing with how bright red it was. It even appeared that steam was coming from her ears.
"T-t-t-to-touch… t-t-them!?" Mikoto repeated. "Y-y-you're not just j-joking… right? T-this isn't some k-kind of stupid ero-game tactic you decided to try out… r-right!?"
"W-why would I joke about this!? This is just as serious for me as it is you! You may think this kind of thing could be a god-send for a guy, but for me it is nothing but a curse that invites my own destruction! I want this stupid thing to end as soon as possible before it gets me killed!" Touma shouted.
"S-so… y-you're serious…" Mikoto gulped.
"I-I don't like it any more than you… holy hell… what kind of perverted curse is this…!? I just want to drop into a drainage ditch and get washed away…!" Touma shouted.
"…W-well… T-there aren't that m-many people a-around… s-so i-if I get close enough… not many people s-should notice…" Mikoto looked away, trying to hide her face.
"A-are you serious…?"
"I-I mean… i-if it helps… W-we can't have you going around town doing that to everyone! S-sure I'm fine with it but not everyone! You could end up causing some real chaos!" Mikoto replied. "B-besides… i-its ok… I d-don't mind… as long as… it's… yo-" She paused midsentence as something clicked in her head.
Touma knew that this would supposedly end the growing effect coming from his eyes… but for him to know that, he must have done this before… according to what he said, this would be the second time this has happened to him.
So… who exactly was he with when he discovered this information?
"…Hey, before we go on… I have something to ask you." Mikoto suddenly seemed calm and composed. "…Who exactly were you with when you discovered this method…?"
"I was at home… so it was Index… figured that was fairly obvious… why?" Touma asked.
"So… you just walked up to the nun… and grabbed her chest…!?" Mikoto's eyes narrowed.
Touma's world shattered once more as he came to terms with what she was accusing him of.
"H-hey now! I had just stabbed my eyes with my right hand and was out of ideas! I was desperate! She assaulted me right after! I-I had no idea if putting my right hand anywhere else would work!" Touma held up his hands as he claimed innocence.
"Heh… heheheheh…" Sparks flew from the Railgun's bangs. "You… are a real piece of work… you know that…!?"
She then flipped a single arcade coin into the air. This is when Kamijou Touma took off and ran.
"W-what the hell is this complete and total one-eighty!? Such Misfortune!" Touma shouted as he put everything he had into each step. Mikoto's railgun missed its mark, but the brown-haired esper was quick to give chase.
And, much to Touma's horror, a large increase of weight on Misaka Mikoto's chest didn't hinder her athletic ability in the slightest as she ran, eager to do something horrible to the unlucky Kamijou.
-15 Minutes Later-
"Where the hell are you!? Perverted bastard… I'm going to pound your face in when I'm done with you!" Mikoto shouted at the top of her lungs. She ran right past an alleyway without even looking down it, but she really should have.
As Touma, now sporting a set of black sunglasses, quickly ducked out of the back alleys.
"Man… Tsuchimikado is going to be pissed… but at least I managed to evade her…" Touma sighed. During the chase the unlucky Kamijou actually came across the other two members of the delta force, Aogami Pierce and Tsuchimikado Motoharu. Touma kept running however, and in the heat of the moment, slipped his hand under Tsuchimikado's sunglasses and stole them.
He was desperate for something to hide his appearance, and hoped that such a change would be enough. Lucky, the Railgun was so blinded by rage that she ran right past him.
"…Now to try and sneak my way home." And with that, Touma was on the road again, trying to find a bus stop that could get him home. He was worried at first about the effects his eyes had on the general female populace, but something odd quickly became apparent.
It would appear that the sunglasses he wore blocked the growing effects of his eyes. He lifted them up a few times just to test, and any growth his eyes caused would cease the moment he put the sunglasses back on.
"…Maybe I should pick-up a pair next time I get a chance… I have a feeling that Tsuchimikado will want these back." Touma reasoned. He continued to walk and eventually turned a corner and coming face-to-face with someone.
"M-M-Misaka-san!?" Touma reflexively backed up, but noticed a few things that helped him calm down.
She had a set of electronic goggles on her head, and was completely normal physically, unlike a certain Railgun right now.
"Oh… One of the sisters… thank god…" Touma sighed.
"Misaka 10032 to be specific, Misaka clarifies." Misaka Imouto replied. "…A new change in style? Sunglasses fit you very well, Misaka compliments hoping to raise affection levels."
"What was that last part…? Ah, never mind, thanks." Touma sighed. "Your big sister is really mad right now… and I'm trying to lie low…"
"Misaka understands; one of the other sisters saw the incident with Onee-sama unfold, Misaka states with a knowing expression."
"W-wait… so you know what's wrong with me then…?" Touma asked.
"Correct, Misaka answers promptly. Misaka would like to make a deal with you if you would be interested, Misaka says stepping forward earnestly as if to seem cuter." The clone did exactly as she said and moved into Touma's personal space.
"H-hey… a deal…?"
"Misaka's combat abilities are low in comparison to Onee-sama, but the emotional factor is much greater and we have much greater numbers, Misaka explains. So, if you are interested, Misaka and her sisters can protect you, Misaka states laying her side of the bargain out."
"I-I mean… sure, that would be a very big help. But… what do you need in return?" Touma asked.
"All ten Misaka sisters currently residing in Academy City request the same treatment you gave Onee-sama, Misaka states honestly."
"Y-you're serious!?" Touma shouted.
"Yes, Misaka answers. As disgraceful as it is, Onee-sama has a complex about her own chest-size, and unfortunately the Misaka sisters have inherited such a defective way of thinking, Misaka explains. As it will be some time before natural growth and life experience corrects us both physically and mentally from this ludicrous defect, Misaka would like you to correct it manually if possible, Misaka finishes hoping the you will say yes."
"…I-I mean… that makes sense I guess… but still…" Touma rubbed the back of his head.
"Any location is fine, Misaka states. If you would prefer, Misaka and the others could meet at your own apartment for secrecy, Misaka states keeping other intentions a secret."
"Well… I don't exactly have much choice… do I? It's either this or die by lightning… but not at my apartment alright… my roommates might see…" Touma sighed. Misaka Imouto simply smiled.
"Understood; one of the others has located a secluded location where we won't be found, Misaka happily replies."
-10 Minutes Later-
"This is… a fairly run-down part of the city… are you sure it's safe around here." Touma stated as he walked.
"The others have already swept and cleared the area; anyone not currently apart of this encounter in a four block radius has been driven off, Misaka answers confidently. You shouldn't ask how we were able to achieve this unless you no longer wish to be innocent, Misaka warns."
"…I'm… fine, let's do this." Touma sighed. After about a minute more they arrived at a clearing in-between several buildings. It was fairly deep in the back alleys of Academy City; no one would be able to discover such a location unless purely by accident.
In the clearing, just as Imouto said, nine other Misaka Sisters were waiting patiently.
"Misaka has arrived, and I have brought the Savior as promised, Misaka states declaring her mission a success." Imouto stated.
"Well done, Misaka congratulates. All sisters have confirmed your acceptance of our offer, but we would like to ask if you are certain about helping us, Misaka asks earnestly." Another Misaka sister asked.
"Look… I need a cover… and Imouto made it fairly clear that you all wanted help… and as really strange as this all is… I'm more than happy to if I can." Touma shrugged his shoulders.
"Understood… we should hurry, Misaka advises. The control tower is on her way, saying that she wants in on this as well, Misaka states with worry." Imouto spoke.
"…I don't even want to imagine Accelerator finding out about this… alright; I can't exactly set a growth rate to anything specific; the best I can do is just put these sunglasses back on… so is there any specific time you want me to cover my eyes? Or…?"
"You can make us all as large as you desire, Misaka says with confidence." One of the clones stated.
"…E-Excuse me…?" Touma blinked behind his sunglasses.
"Whatever size you find us most appealing you may stop; we trust your judgement, Misaka adds to the conversation." Imouto spoke up. "That said, if you desire it, you do not have to block your line of sight at all if you don't want; we are in your hands… K-Kamijou Touma, Misaka replies speaking your name with a nervous tone to sound alluring."
"W-wait… hold on… t-that's a lot of power to give to a high school boy with weird-eye problems, you know…!?" Touma stuttered out, his face turning a shade of red. As a few sisters began to approach Touma, a few stayed behind and spoke amongst themselves.
"The operation appears to be a success." One sister spoke to another.
"If we keep pushing it, using such methods of implying we like what the savior sees as a curse, a flag is sure to be raised. The savior will soon become one with the Misaka Network." The other sister nodded as they began to join the others.
"H-hey now… why so close…?" Touma asked nervously, his back up against a wall.
"So we can all be in your line of sight, Misaka answers as she approaches while adding extra sway to her hips. If we are all visible, we will all be affected, correct? Misaka asks already knowing the answer." Imouto added as the ten sisters began to gather in front of the normally unlucky Kamijou.
"N-n-now… a-are you all sure about this…!?" Touma asked as his face turned red.
"Of course, Misaka answers promptly. Mold us into your ideal women, Misaka adds to subtly let her true intentions out." Imouto replied, placing a hand on the nervous Kamijou's chest.
Touma had no idea what was happening, and he wasn't sure if he should be excited for scared out of his mind. His face was flushed and his heart was pounding in his chest. He didn't know what was going on and was confused beyond all reason.
But… the Misaka Sisters wanted this… right? Touma gulped, and simply hoped that he wasn't being lead into a trap. Slowly, he reached up for his sunglasses…
Touma instinctively ducked when he saw Misaka Imouto's eyes narrow and begin to turn. That turned out to be the right decision as this allowed him to narrowly dodge a sudden bolt of lightning that scorched the concrete wall black.
"…It would appear at the control tower has been tailed and captured, Misaka speaks as she analyzes the situation." Imouto turned around as did the other sister Misaka sisters. Upon looking, they were able to identify a still busty Misaka Mikoto, holding the control tower, Last Order, in something akin to a headlock under her own chest.
"You… have a lot of nerve you idiot… first you pull what you did before, and now you go after my sisters, huh!?" Mikoto shouted loud, electricity sparking from her bangs.
"D-dizzy… Misaka Misaka says while the world spins around…" Last Order stated in her dazed state.
"…Savior, I believe it is time for you to run, Misaka advises while preparing for combat." One of the sisters stated as she lowered her visor over her eyes, along with the others.
"We can continue our dealings later, please stay safe, Misaka sincerely speaks from the bottom of her heart." Imouto stated.
"…R-right! Good luck!" Touma took off down an alleyway. The grand battle of the Misaka Sisters and its final outcome would remain unknown for generations to come.
-2 Hours Later-
Touma had finally made it home. He had fled from the ensuing chaos of electric espers and escaped into the back alleys like a ghost. Even if Mikoto has won in her battle of sibling rivalry, it would be unlikely that she'd be able to find him again.
But unfortunately… Kamijou Touma found himself lost. And after an hour he found himself on the opposite end of Academy City… another hour away from home due to the bus schedule. But now, he had finally made it back to his humble apartment.
He was safe at long last. He opened the door to find the lights of his apartment off and the blinds closed. It appeared darker than it actually was because he was still wearing Tsuchimikado's sunglasses.
"Hey, Index? Othinus? I'm home… I just had some problems after class…hello?" Touma got no answer as he walked inside. For the sake of safety, he locked the door behind him. "They must be out… maybe Index went shopping and Othinus tagged along? It must be boring to sit around here all day…" He set his school bags down on the floor and flipped on a light switch.
As he looked around his now illuminated dwelling, his face twisted in horror.
As the still busty Misaka Mikoto was sitting on his bed, staring daggers right at him. By some sort of horrible misfortune, the Railgun not only knew where he lived, but also beat him home!
"…About damn time you showed up, idiot." Mikoto spoke dryly.
"Y-you have got to be kidding me…" Touma fell to his knees, utterly defeated. Mikoto continued to stare without saying another word.
There was only one thing he could do now.
"…Alright, I give up." Touma sighed. "I don't know what I did to make you mad… but I'm sorry… just let's get it over with already…" Touma hung his head and spoke in a sad tone as Mikoto continued to eye him.
"…Y-you just have to touch them once and that's it right? G-get over here then." Mikoto turned her head and spoke with a blush.
"…Eh?" Touma looked up with apparent confusion.
"The sisters told me… that it's what you asked them to do… a-and told me why… as annoying as it is, I guess I have more influence over them than I thought…" The Railgun stated. "I… I lost it hard because I thought you were taking advantage of them… and admittedly, I should have handled figuring out how you discovered how to end the growth a lot better… I'm sorry…"
"I-Its fine… don't worry about it. I just need to give Tsuchimikado his sunglasses back sometime and it'll all be water under the bridge." Touma replied.
"G-good… that's great… n-now get over here… I still need to get a little bigger if I want to show up Shokuhou… got it?" Mikoto turned back to face Touma. Slowly, Touma made his way over to the Railgun and knelt down in front of her.
"Right… I guess if it helps I don't mind… the sunglasses block the effect for some reason; just lift them up then put them back down whenever your satisfied… ok?" Touma asked.
"Got it… and… thank you…" Mikoto reached forward and put her hands on the sides of Touma's sunglasses and slowly lifted them up. Her blush deepened as her chest began to push out once more, causing her school blazer and undershirt to begin to rise up and show part of her stomach. Touma could have sworn he heard the stretching of material, and was worried that something might rip, but just as soon as he began to hear the sound Mikoto lowered the sunglasses back down to cover his eyes.
"…If I get any bigger, nothing I'm wearing will last much longer… plus these are heavier than they look… whew!" Mikoto leaned back to relieve some pressure.
"Hey; I warned you earlier today what was going to happen." Touma sighed.
"Hurry up and… t-touch them already." Mikoto stated.
"R-right… sorry." Touma slowly pressed his right hand into the brown-haired girl's chest, who began to whine lightly at the attention, but just as quickly as it started it was over.
"…Just like that huh?" Mikoto sat back up straight.
"Yeah… I'm not sure because of the random nature of things, but this will probably be temporary if I go by what happened the first time… so I guess have fun?" Touma shrugged.
"That's probably even better. I get to walk up to Shokuhou, rub these in her face, leave walking away with some kind of line of "I don't even need to be this big to be better than you," then return to normal the next day as if to prove my point? I'm sure she's going to flip her shit!" Mikoto laughed a little, imagining the reactions of the fifth ranked level 5.
"Glad I could help with your petty squabbles." Touma shrugged and sat down next to her. "Problem is; how do you get past Shirai-san?"
"…Crap, didn't think of that." Mikoto replied. "I mean… if I can make it back in time and show off before Kuroko can see…"
"Seems like you have more things to plan…" Touma shrugged. "Curfew got extended a little bit, so that means you have plenty of time to think of a way to pull it off on your way home, right?"
"Yeah… suppose so…" Mikoto replied. "…I'm going to ask the question you didn't want to answer before… d-do I…. honestly look good with these?"
"…Can't dodge it I guess. Yeah; you look quite alluring I guess... If it wasn't for your height, I'd say you could pass off for a college student." Touma replied.
"Hey; I'm still growing!"
"In more ways than one."
"Cheeky little pervert…"
"Hey, you LITERALLY asked me this time; no brushing it off like its nothing." Touma took off his sunglasses and set them on the table. Mikoto didn't change after he did so, signaling that the strange effect of his eyes was truly over.
"And I didn't even hear you protest once." Mikoto crossed her arms under her chest, as doing it over was proving a tad difficult.
"I was protesting earlier, and you threatened to electrocute me to death, biri-biri." Touma replied.
"And here you go with that again…" Mikoto sighed. "…Fine, I'll let you have that one, but use my name more often."
"Use mine more and we will talk, Misaka-san." Touma replied. Mikoto was silent for a moment.
"…Kamijou-san." Mikoto spoke it only once. "What's going through your head right now?"
"Getting to sleep so I can enjoy my weekend, what else could it be?"
"Was just wondering if what happened with your eyes was still rolling around in your perverted little head. You said it yourself; something like this would be any man's dream, right?" Mikoto smirked.
"Hey, what's with that confident smile? Was that all some kind of plot for you to use this weird and random curse to trap me in something and get me locked up? There's no way; I might be a healthy high school boy but my self-control is as high as you can be. You're not tricking me into anything, got it?" Touma crossed his arms and looked away.
Mikoto thought for a moment. Her facial expression didn't change but she began to blush as her mind began to think.
Because right now, despite her brain screaming at her to back off, her heart saw an opportunity.
"…What… if I wasn't trying to trick you?" Mikoto spoke slowly as her blush deepened.
"…Excuse me?" This got the unlucky Kamijou's attention.
"What if… I was genuinely trying to get you to look my way… what would you do then?" Mikoto replied, trying her best to keep calm.
A click was heard across the room. It was followed by a soft creek, but neither of the two seemed to hear it.
"T-that's…!" Touma wasn't sure how to respond. Mikoto slowly turned to face Touma again, her face bright red. It was taking everything she had to keep herself in control, but she pressed on.
"What if… what if all of this was just me… trying to get you to-"
She never got a chance to finish her advances, as a third voice mysteriously was heard.
"Tooooouuuummmmmaaaaaa…!"
Touma didn't even get a chance to respond as Index, who had walked inside just a short time ago, suddenly flew towards Touma and bit down on his head so hard it actually sent the spikey-haired teen flying back, smashing his head into the wall next to his bead, rendering him unconscious.
-Epilogue-
When Touma woke up, Mikoto was gone. He had to deal with an argument between Index and Othinus again, but this time they turned the tables on the unlucky Kamijou, asking what Misaka Mikoto was doing in their apartment… and in the state of busty-ness she was in. He had a long-hard fight against the two… which continued in the morning after Touma gave up and went to bed.
He did not sleep well. And he did not have a good weekend due to the spite of his two roommates. As he would say, "Such Misfortune."
Mikoto managed to escape in the chaos of Touma's apartment with relative ease. She proudly made her way home to confront Shokuhou Misaki and rub her chest into her face.
But much to her surprise and frustration, Misaki simply replied with "Aww… they grow up so fast… how cute…" And patted Mikoto's head. She behaved like she knew everything that had transpired since the start, and the very possibility of that being true infuriated Mikoto beyond reason.
So, frustrated and annoyed, she went to bed. Luckily, Kuroko was in the shower and she was able to slip into bed without being noticed, and did everything she could to fall asleep.
The next day; she was back to normal without any reason or fanfare. She sighed; she was honestly disappointed.
Slightly about returning to normal, but mostly because she had missed her chance to progress with the unlucky Kamijou. The situation gave her the perfect opportunity to earn some affection, but it was completely ruined by the Silver Sister. She grumbled unhappily and began to get dressed.
A thought resonated in her head though; if it's happened twice now… who's to say that it couldn't happen for a third time?
In the weeks to come, Misaka Mikoto would end up spending more time with the unlucky Kamijou, silently hoping for an opportunity like that would arise once more.
Remember: Touma's life is nothing but suffering. The Mystical Nature of Bust Upper cannot change this, no matter how powerful it is.
So that the second chapter... so I guess this is a series now... not entirely sure how to feel about that considering the subject matter but... oh well. I want a burger; do you guys want a burger? I'm gonna go get myself a burger.
I hope you all enjoyed. Please Review at your leisure; even for something as perverted and silly as this, I still enjoy feedback.
Have a good day my friends!
Sincerely,
ArmoredCoreNineBall, your friendly (not)robotic (not)overlord (possibly)person who occasionally writes things.
