It was almost a week since Misaka was last involved in a major incident or something leading up to one. An eerie feeling, as if things could be normal in Academy City of all places. Of course she knew, that that was impossible, but as a mere student she had just as much knowledge of what crazy things the government or some researchers planned as any other. Even if she was the third-ranked Level 5.

Just as classes were over, she was approached by Junko. Normally the two of them would bond over something Gekota-related, but she was also part of Shokuhou's fan club. There were multiple instances in which she tried to get the two of them together and the way she approached her made it seem as if she'd try that once again.
"Misaka-saaaan~" Junko speaking like Shokuhou indicated clearly, that she was being controlled. Thank fanfictiondotnet for not displaying special characters like stars or hearts or her dialogue would be filled with them. "Are you free on Saturday?"
It just so happened, that she had no plans on Saturday yet, but… did she really want to spend such a beautiful day with Shokuhou of all people? Inviting Kuroko to a hotel sounded like a less dangerous thing to do… not that she'd ever do that. "What for?"
"There's this crêpe place, that I have to show you! Please, pretty please~"
Misaka sighed. If it was Junko's own free will that made her do it, she'd agree without hesitation. Even with Shokuhou playing puppeteer, her declining would probably lead to a worsening of their relationship and she Misaka didn't really want to lose a fellow Gekota fan. There was no choice but to go along with her schemes for now.

Saturday came and wouldn't you know it – Shokuhou was at the crêpe place that Junko wanted to meet her at. With her long blonde hair, her starry eyes and her massive chest that was only emphasized by the chain of her handbag, she appeared the same as always. Just as Misaka had expected.
"So, for what purpose did you call me out all the way here?" For some reason, Misaka was quite annoyed with the way things turned out just as she had anticipated. Not only because it probably meant her peaceful days would soon be over.
"What do you mean? It's not my fault you came an hour earlier than planned."
"The fact, that you know that, means you're behind it!"
"Not interested in games today, it seems…" Shokuhou sighed. "Fine then, I'll make it quick." She reached one of her hands into her cleavage as if trying to get something out of her bra. Misaka was already used to being teased about her breast size, but this was a new low, even for her. Even worse, she's stirring around there in front of everyone looking at the two. For a secret compartment – if it was one – it was a surprisingly bad choice. "Ahh, there it is." After all that ado, she pulled out a small remote.
"A remote?" Misaka asked instinctively. "What could you possibly hope to do with that."
"Not just any remote~. This little baby lets me control even you." A strong claim, but it didn't look as if she was doing anything. Quite the opposite, she barely held the device higher than the table, just about the height of her…
"This is just about your chest again!" Her chest, in which she found her hand stuck as she grabbed her in rage. The feeling had not changed a bit from the time that first happened. They were still so heavy in her hands, so soft through the fabric of her clothes, so springy…
"You're right, it's just my chest~. Are you reviewing it in your mind again?" As Shokuhou pulled Misaka closer, the sensation got even better. Just what was she planning? "I've noticed for a while now, you've not been staring at them with envy. It is lust now… it always has been, ever since the first touch."

This had to be a dream. There was no way Shokuhou would utter such words using her own mouth. Someone else's perhaps, but not her own. Did she have Junko smuggle an Indian Poker card onto head while she was sleeping? If so, how did they even prepare that dream? And on top of that, that feeling of her chest was the real deal, you can't just imagine it to such perfection.
"I have a deal for you," Shokuhou whispered softly into Misaka's ears before licking them. What was the deal with her?
Misaka tried to remain calm, but it wasn't easy. Shokuhou was so close to her and she could feel both their hearts beating faster than they normally should. She used just a little bit of her power on Shokuhou, hoping she'd distance herself from the shock, but it was too little. Rather than feeling afraid, it appeared to arouse her and she left out a soft moan as a proof of that. As if this situation had not yet been dangerous enough. "Fine, what is it?"
"I'll offer my chest to you in exchange for your back." Her back? What was that supposed to mean? It was probably not to be taken in the literal sense as transplanting either was already difficult on its own, not to mention both at the same time. Plus it didn't fit with her claim, that Misaka was looking at it with lust and not envy.
"Have you become so lazy, you don't even want to carry them around?"
"I need the support of someone with strong muscles."
Strong muscles? Since when was she one to praise them? Usually she wouldn't mention them without insulting Misaka as an idiot in the same breath. It must have been really exhausting if she's become that desperate.
"I really have no idea, what you…"
Shokuhou interrupted Misaka with a kiss. Her hand already groping that chest, Misaka found it hard to not reciprocate it. So she didn't. She pushed Shokuhou onto the table, where she'd have continued to make out with her, were it not for the fact, that they really had an audience now.

Never in her wildest dreams did Misaki imagine Misaka to be this forceful. She really was an idiot with nothing but muscles, but perhaps that was the reason why she loved her so much. She wasn't plagued by all the knowledge Misaki had acquired over the years and even though her powers didn't work on her directly, she was still easy enough to manipulate for Misaki to value her.
With how she pushed Misaki onto the table like that, it was no surprise, that people would pay attention to them. Attention, that neither of them wanted. Luckily, Misaki had just the tool in her bag to solve this issue. Now if she could just find the right remote… there it was! Pii~ And like that, it was just the two of them. Or was it?
"Misaka and… Shokuhou-sama?" Misaki turned around to see, that Junko was standing there. How could she forget about Junko? Was it because she usually did not need to use her powers on her? No, she would never make a mistake as crucial as this. "Did something happen here?"
True to herself, Junko did not understand the situation. That was a relief for Misaki, but for Misaka, having her feeling exposed like that was probably too much to handle. Indeed, her head went red that very instant as she said "No" and left.
Misaki sighed. "And here I thought I had her."