Things went surprisingly well for Misaki. Even if getting Misaka to go along with her was initially difficult, her perseverance paid off and now she didn't have just one girlfriend, but four.
"I'll hold onto those remotes for you."
Right, there was one drawback. Misaka didn't want Misaki to use her brainwashing ability on her partners, so she made sure, that she couldn't. And that despite her telling her, that she had no intention to use them to begin with. She really had trust issues.

No.
Not Misaka.
The one, who had trust issues, was Misaki after all.
It had barely been a day, and there was no time at which she wasn't with any of them. Even if there was any immediate danger – which to be clear, there was not – she would probably have been fine with just Dolly protecting her, let alone how safe she was next to the Railgun. And yet the mere thought of not having Mental Out scared her shitless. Paired with the conscious effort not to read their thoughts, it was unbearable.
"Misaki, you don't look so well." Mitori put her forehead against Misaki's as if trying to measure her temperature that way. She rubbed her cheek and whispered into her ear. "If you need a certain drug, I'll happily procure it for you."
"I'm fine, I just need some rest."

"You're not fine." Misaka knew exactly, what was wrong with her. "Just because you've participated in P.E. once, you think you're dying, right?"
"Misaki participated in P.E.? I thought she had those days." Junko was quick to echo the excuse Misaki gave the P.E. teacher. Unfortunately for her, the teacher did not regard it as a legitimate one, and as she no longer had the means to hide her record of absence, she was punished with extra laps at the threat of a failing grade.
"It was hell, I tell you." As if by instinct, Misaki spotted the nearest bench. A bench in a location, where none should be, and yet there was one. Did her family have so much money, that she could just make them pop up in the wilderness whenever she needed one?
"Are you in need of a massage, Queen? I'd be happy to provide one." So happy, that Junko already moved her hands before an answer was given. With her brainwashing gone, it should not have been possible for Misaki to treat others like slaves as she had before, and yet Junko seemed even more willing than ever. Not that she had a reference to compare it to, but that was some level 5 brainwashing right there and then.
"That's not it, but please let me just take a seat." Even more surprising was how she denied the slave treatment when someone actually asked for it. "Or maybe I'll lie down, I haven't decided yet. I'll give you a minute to decide, whose lap shall be my pillow."
"That would be mine." Mitori called her dibs before anyone else could stop her. Was she hoping, that her nurse cosplay could actually cure illnesses or what else was she planning?

"By the way, did anyone see Misaki-sama's handbag?" Junko had totally forgotten about it, but it was a very important handbag, in which all of her remotes were stored. Not that the remotes themselves held any power, and they could easily be replaced with different ones, but they'd at least have some sentimental value to them. Plus, the Queen didn't really look like herself without it, it's as if you cloned her and then forgot about her most important…
"Come to think of it, we may have left it at that crêpe place." Ahh, this was all Misaka's fault for grabbing her so quickly. "Hey, you're not actually getting depressed over the fact, that you can't order Junko to overeat, are you?" What? The Queen would never… This had to be a joke.
"You know… sometimes, you disgust me. I should never have let you meet Dolly in my place."
"Oh, shush, we both know, that's not what happened."
The three of them laughed like childhood friends sharing a secret. Junko was close to that secret too, but still felt like an outsider at times. On the other hand, only she and Misaka were really into Gekota, so it somewhat balanced out.

"I feel a bit better know." Misaki felt oddly relieved, knowing that there was no point in worrying about her remotes if Kuroko was the one, who had them. She would never accept the fact, that Misaka was in a relationship with her, much less if others were in it as well. Especially since Misaki herself once claimed, that she wouldn't, but that was a different story.

As much as Misaki liked the idea of controlling others with a remote, and as much as she thought it to be necessary in many circumstances, this was as good an opportunity as any other to stop doing that. No, it might even have been a better one. She had not just Misaka, but also Junko, Dolly and Mitori. People she could rely on without needing to manipulate them. They may not be completely honest all of the time, but Misaki's room reading ability combined with her knowledge power should be enough to handle that. "Having friends you can trust is awesome, isn't it?"
"Just friends?" Misaka asked.
"Sorry, you're right." Misaki wiped away some tears. "I love you all."

Epilogue

"There." Misaka threw a handbag towards Misaki, who clumsily caught it. In it were her remotes, all of them. "Take them, I feel safer when they are in your hands."
"You really are weird." Misaki pulled out one of them and pointed it at Misaka. "Is this your way of requesting me to use my powers? Should I use them on you? How many éclairs do you want me to let you eat?"
"You don't want to know, how Kuroko tried to use them." Misaka thought, that she'd perhaps do her duty as Judgement and bring them back to their owner, but Kuroko had the weird idea, that they were maybe imbued with some of her power, and that she could get Misaka to share a bed with her. Even if they were, Misaki's powers were the last thing that could convince her to do that.
"You're right, I did not want to know that."
"Wait, what? I thought you couldn't read my mind!"
"Silly Misaka. It's not my ability to read minds, that tells me, what I need to know." She kissed her. "In your case, I simply have to read your body."