Writer's Note: While writing this I kept spelling Mikasa a lot but I believe I prevailed against it. Enjoy the new chapter.

Misaka walked over to Touma's bed and sat down. Touma followed, but instead he sat next to her on the floor resting his back against the bed.

"I guess I'll start with truth."

"Hmmm. Do you always chase people around Academy City?" Touma smirks and looks towards Misaka.

"I don't chase people all the time. It's mostly just you."

"Thanks, I'm glad I have a permanent reservation for your fury." Misaka clinched her fist and took a deep breath.

"No Touma, I don't chase people all the time. Just idiots. Maybe only the king of all idiots who doesn't understand common sense."

"Ok, Ok I get your point." Misaka place her hand under her chin.

"Truth or dare?"

"I'll start with truth as well."

"Are you always surrounded by different women?" Touma raised his right eyebrow.

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"Just as it sounds. Womanizer"

"Woah, that's a little harsh and I wouldn't say surrounded."

"But you would say you're always with different women?"

"No, I-" Touma rubbed the back of his head in frustration as Misaka giggled.

"It's OK I know men are lecherous creatures. They want to make every woman their own."

"I'm not like that. I just help those who seem like they're in trouble. I can't help the fact that they're mostly women. Besides if what you say is true then wouldn't you already be mine, Ms. Damsel-In-Distress?"

Misaka turned her head to hide her embarrassment.

"Well I guess you're telling the truth then."

"Exactly, besides having a ton of women just seems like too much trouble. One is enough."

"Well then who-"

"Ah ah, it's my turn now." Misaka looked disappointed, but held her tongue.

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"No dare? I guess I'll hold onto it until you do." Touma smiled mischievously as Misaka glared at him.

"I guess I'll take it a step forward then. You said all men are lecherous but you can't truly believe that. So Biri-Biri, what's your ideal man like?"

"Wh-Wh-Why would you want to know that?"

"Anything goes in truth or dare right? The reason doesn't need to be explained. Or are you just afraid to answer the question?"

Misaka released the tension in her body and rubbed her fingers through her hair.

"It's complicated, but I guess I would like a someone who is kind. Someone who would stand by my side as well as protect me.. Someone with strong ideals that don't falter no matter what. But most of all, someone who can love me for who I am. Some one who can look past the Railgun and just see a girl."

She peeked over at Touma to see if he could connect any of the points to himself.

"Wow, that guy sounds pretty good. I really hope he's out there."

Misaka shook her head.

'Of course he wouldn't. I mean I wasn't obvious but, how oblivious can you be?' Touma looked at Misaka as she crossed her legs. Her legs fully visible showing off her soft white skin. Touma rubbed his eyes to try and focus on something else.

'Is she really not wearing anything under there? No way. Right?' Misaka voice breaks his train of thought.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare. I can handle anything you throw at me."

"Massage my legs."

"Why would that be your first dare?"

"I seem to recall you saying the explanation doesn't matter." Touma grumbled. "However, if you must know I guess it's because they are sore from chasing someone around all day." Touma sighed and moved in front of her and she placed her feet on him. She clapped her hands like a master would towards a servant.

"Whenever you're ready."

"Yes you highness." Touma stated sarcastically as he began. He raised her left leg and started from her foot. He could hear faint giggle coming from her as he purposely tickled her foot. He worked his way up passing her ankle and then slowly rubbing both hands around her calf as the tension slowly vanished from her muscles. He could hear slight noises coming from her but was too afraid to look up due to his face being bright red. He continued up passing her knee and making it to her thigh. He slowly rubbed his hands around her thigh eventually feeling the warmth of her inner thigh. The thought of her not wearing anything under his shirt was killing him. Misaka slowly became more aware of where he was touching and where it could end up. Her chest felt heavy and breathing sped up. Every touch made her release a noise that she never thought she would make. The sweet yet erotic tone of each one sent shivers down Touma's back.

'Should I stop? But, I really want to know.' Then a question came to Touma that he hadn't realized. 'Wait, why do I want to know if she's wearing anything or not? What would I do when I find out?' Today was the first time he had been so focused on something like this. Misaka was embedded into his brain and he couldn't figure out why. Something had definitely changed.

"Misaka?" Her body twitched from hearing his voice. Her voice could barely get out.

"Y-yes?"

"I'm just going to ask a question that I've been wondering for a while and I feel it's important" Misaka's heart skipped.

'What could he be thinking? Did he finally recognize my feeling. Or was it because of the noises I was making? I feel like I'm going to die.' She once again spoke softly as his hands continued to rub her thigh.

"What is it?"

"Are you wearing any panties right now?" Misaka opened her eyes in disbelief.

'Really that's what you want to know. I should have known, but still this is a little much for him as well. Maybe's he's becoming interested in me as well. Hmmm, should I play with him just a little bit?' Misaka mentally snapped into a playful sadist demeanor.

"Would you like to find out?"