Hello everyone, Kiyoshi here!

So, first of all: it's my first story on this site and I know I am still inexperienced, but I humbly ask you to bear with it! Hopefully, I will improve in the future!

Second: I won't have a fic deadline since I have school and all and I am not a professional writer! Still, I hope you will look forward to the new chapters!

Third: English is my second language so there might be some grammatical errors even if I use software to spot them. I welcome any advice to improve my grammar and vocabulary!

Lastly: disclaimer!

I do not own the To Aru Majutsu no Index series or their characters! All credit goes to Kazuma Kamachi!


The door opened hitting a bell to indicate that someone entered Joseph's Coffee & Restaurant, a famous place for the common folk at District 7 as it was low priced while the quality was good enough for it.

As the person looked around for an empty seat, a scream rang through the room with the sound of shattering glass.

One of the waitresses tripped and drooped a drink on a customer.

She stood up and started apologizing immediately, but the said customer just nervously laughed the incident off while scratching the back of his head.

Expect his unnaturally spiky black hair, he looked like your average student, normal face and physique, he wore a school uniform, under it an orange T-shirt and a simple pair of black sneakers.

It seemed that misfortune favored this individual as to when he tried to make the waitress raises her head, she successfully hit his chin forcing him to sit back on his seat.

It looked like he was a misfortune magnet with legs attached to it to just run around causing unnecessary entertainment or annoyance to those around him.

The person walked past them when the waitress tried to wipe up the drink and touched the spiky-haired youth around his crotch, obviously, a sensitive spot for guys, which caused him to jump up in fright kicking the table which resulted in sending flying his drink and grabbing his knee in agony.

The said liquid flew from the surface to the air to land on the head of a passing person.

The new victim stopped and turned towards them so they could see a very annoyed face.

The waitress ran to the kitchen to get more tissues while the spiky-haired boy made a nervous smile while apologizing.

"I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to-"

However, the person's ice-cold gaze stopped him, leaving in the boy an impression that he won't get away with just a simple 'sorry'.

He gulped and gestured towards the table.

"H-How about I invite you to a drink or something as an apology?" he asked as he broke into sweats, not wanting to make a bigger fuss about it as it is already enough for him to deal with.

The person took a second to look at the table next to them and back to the lad before nodding in agreement.

"Espresso with milk and sugar."

The spiky-haired seemed relieved as they sat down waiting for a waitress to come and pick their order.

Strangely there were only female members of the servicing staff, maybe in the kitchen were some male but that the customer couldn't see.

"Let's see. It will be an espresso with milk and sugar, a peach tea, and the summer's special menu," repeated the order the waitress waiting for confirmation.

The lad nodded.

"It will be ready soon," she said as she left towards the kitchen.

Not even a minute has passed when she returned with the drinks.

"The food will take a little longer."

"Ah, okay. I can wait," said the lad with a gentle and friendly smile.

The waitress nodded and left without a word, but before entering the kitchen she peeked once more back.

The person across picked up the cup with coffee and sipped from its content.

"Quite the impact you have on people," addressed the spiky-haired youth.

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Who knows?" asked rhetorically before sipping another one.

He looked at his weird company with a puzzled face but didn't ask anything more, not as if he had the chance since the waitress came back with his meal ready.

As she placed it down, she looked at the person drinking the espresso quietly and a little sigh left her mouth.

She was way out of the spiky-haired youth league, she understood it. She got the look: a little shorter than the average but her three sizes were satisfying for any healthy male who didn't swear loyalty to the lolicon faction, and she knew she had a pretty face too.

However, the other person was another matter she couldn't compete against.

Since it was a lost battle from the start, she couldn't do much just to sigh to let out a little steam.

The coffee slowly dwindled while the lad was fidgeting with his chopsticks suddenly not knowing what to do.

"Pay me no mind and eat."

"Ah, it's not like that!"

The person finally looked at him and locked those ruby eyes into the boy's black spheres.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before someone's loud voice interrupted them.

"Hey girl, are you alone?"

It was an everyday scene where a couple of delinquents hit on a girl with ulterior motives.

The said girl sat there quietly, reading her magazine, not wanting to waste energy on the thugs around her.

The one who asked stand right next to her while his friends smirked at the girl from behind her seat, closing her escape routes.

"Oi, you hear me!?" he asked again.

He even stepped closer to her trying to be more intimidating, leaving a gap for the odd pair to look at the girl and they finally saw her.

She wore the Tokiwadai Middle School's uniform, had short chestnut hair with a hair clip, similar colored eyes, and a pretty face for her age.

Her figure was a little under the average, but it just added to her charm.

The spiky-haired lad's face grew darker while showed annoyance and pain at the same time.

His company even could hear him sighed "such misfortune" in a low voice before acting.

He got up from his seat and walked behind them.

"Hey, you guys!" he spoke to the thugs. They all turned their heads towards him with a scary and fierce glare, but it didn't stop him from what he was going to say. "She looks troubled," he said.

However, he didn't continue his speech after something disturbed him from behind.

"Ahh, that felt good!"

"Oh, yeah!"

Another bunch of thugs walked out from the bathroom and stopped right behind him, closing the way to the door.

"What's up with this guy?" asked a bald one. He clearly seemed annoyed with the high schooler in front of him.

Outnumbered with no way to escape, the odds were against the lad.

"Erm…" was all he said as an answer before they stepped closer.

"Have a death wish, punk?"

"Wanna fight?!"

"Ya sure have the guts to show up like that!"

They shouted while ganging up at him.

They stood in a circle around, some held baseball bat, one even had a knife pointing at the black-haired lad.

Sweating heavily, the cornered boy looked around panicky to find a way out of this mess.

His eyes wandered around when they finally laid on the person drinking the coffee calmly.

Running out of the drink, the cup had been placed at the table with a banknote, then the person stood up and walked towards them.

Seeing someone coming to his aid, the spiky-haired boy's eyes filled up with hope and tears of joy, yet soon enough those tears got replaced with nervous ones.

The person stopped behind them with hands in the pocket and glared at the bald one whose physic was the biggest.

If it wasn't for the size difference, probably the daggers that those ruby eyes sent towards him would be more threatening to the thug, but the fact that he was almost twice as tall as his opponent, it was a rather comical sight to witness.

He looked around waiting for confirmation from his group to smash that bug in front of him.

The one who stood next to the harassed girl nodded with a grin.

It was a good opportunity to show what they are capable of to make the punk run for his life and leave the girl in their 'care'.

The baldy, receiving permission from his boss, lifted his big hand above his head.

As he almost touched the lamp hanging from the ceiling, a grin appeared on his face as he spoke.

"You should have just sat there quietly."

His clenched hand came down like a meteor with the intent of crushing the head of the one who was in its way.

The limb moved and a bang was echoed through the restaurant.

The commotion was already gathering everyone's attention enough to make them silent as they didn't want to get involved, however, the sound of a gun completely erased even the slightest noise.

Nobody dared to move, not even the one who attempted to attack the very person who just fired at the ceiling.

"Out of my way," the words broke the silence that settled in the small restaurant.

Sweating heavily, the bald thug looked behind again hoping that the group's leader will solve the problem.

It was in vain since the leader was nowhere to be seen because he ran away the moment he spotted the weapon.

The others were too afraid to even move one muscle, not that they would be able to do anything about someone who just pulled out a weapon in a family restaurant in broad daylight.

They weren't the bravest ones, nor the most skillful fighting against firearms. At the same time, there was only one person who didn't get affected by the sudden turns of events.

"Hey, what do you think you are doing? It's a restaurant if you don't know," said the spiky-haired boy.

His eyes didn't show any hint of being scared, instead, the determination that lit up the black spheres entered the other's mind.

The gun's owner put back the weapon from where it came while a "tsk" escaped his mouth.

Not wanting more attention, the odd individual planned to leave, but a hand grabbed the hoodie's neck pulling back its owner.

"Wait, where do you think you are going? I can't let you leave with a pistol in your pocket!"

The boy looked like he was ready to fight if it meant to get a hold of the weapon before anything catastrophic happens.

"I'm sorry, but I already called Anti-Skill, so stay here until they arrive," he held up his phone to show the call history.

It did say Anti-Skill was dialed, which was a problem since owning a weapon in Japan was a hard thing to manage and harder to do it legally.

The weapon's owner however looked completely calm even though the least for possessing an illegal weapon is 5 years.

A sigh left the mouth before turning to the spiky-haired boy.

"I do not own a real weapon. It's using rubber bullets."

"Even though it's still dangerous! There are innocent people too! What if you shoot out someone's eye?!"

The boy started to shout at the irresponsible person in front of him who just sighed again as an answer.

"Here, take it then. I'm leavin' now" while saying this, the pistol got tossed and flew straight to the boy who barely caught it letting the hoodie go.

Using this opportunity, the 'captured' one left without saying anything more before the spiky-haired could try to block the way again.

Now that the threat left the thugs could breathe in ease eventually, their target was still there despite their leader left, and the punk still stood in front of them.

The pistol was forgotten since the lad said it himself that it was dangerous to use it, so they had a chance for revenge.

The gang chased the black-haired lad through the district with the intent to beat him up.

"What is it with my misfortune?!" he cried out as he ran past a store.

He took a sudden turn and entered the alleys in a vain hope to lose them somewhere there while running through the maze of buildings and knocking up all the objectives which he reached.

After a while, he stopped that and just focused on running as his stamina no longer approved the addition movements.

Who knows how long he ran like this and it was quite a time since he left the restaurant in an attempt to escape from those thugs.

When he was certain that his pursuers are no longer behind him, he took a break and leaned on the railing of a bridge to catch his breath.

"Damn, they finally gave up, huh?" he sounded a little dry, after all the running his throat dried up a little.

He panted heavily while tired to calm down his heart from the intense pumping when steps could be heard on the bridge.

Turning his head to the source of the noise he saw a certain middle schooler walking towards him.

"Gosh… What were you doing? Being a good Samaritan by protecting the delinquents? Are you a certain hot-blooded teacher?" she asked a rhetorical question since she didn't look like she was waiting for an answer from him.

Her gaze slowly wandered up and down on the boy in front of her eventually stopping for a few seconds on his right hand however, her attention quickly went back to his face when he addressed her with his thoughts.

"The fact that they stopped chasing after me means-" he couldn't finish his line, the girl casually interrupted him.

"Yeah, I burned them all up to save trouble," she said while stroked her hair with her hand, generating electricity between them.

The lad looked at her with a lethargic face when his head dropped.

"So that's what happened," he scratched the back of his head.

The girl in front of him suddenly pointed back to where she came from.

"So, who is she?"

The sudden question surprised the spiky-haired boy and looked behind her finding a certain person walking towards them.

Black middle long hair in a ponytail, lifeless ruby eyes, and porcelain white skin like those Japanese dolls.

Stopping a few meters away from them the person held out a hand as if waiting for a paycheck.

"My pistol. Gimme back."

"A-Ah, what pistol do you mean?" asked the boy scratching the back of his head nervously while pretending he doesn't know anything related to that matter.

"The one that you took from me at the restaurant," sounded the straightforward answer.

"Ahaha, that, well, how should I say it?" he looked around before dropping his head "I'm sorry, I lost it while running away from those guys!" he put his hands together in front of him as a sign of apology while bowed with his head.

The ruby eyes narrowed before a sigh left the person's mouth.

"By the way, why do you need a gun? Are you a Skill-Out member?"

The sudden question from the middle schooler shocked both individuals. The spiky-haired boy looked up since the topic was interesting for him too.

"No. Simply, it would just be a waste to use my power on them."

Yet again a straightforward answer.

"Hoo? That means you are strong right? What Level are you?"

The girl looked like she took an interest in the odd person who just glared daggers at her.

Sensing the danger, the boy tried to move away but the girl sent a spark next to him.

"Stay where you are! I'm not done with you yet, so just wait for your turn!" she ordered.

The boy stood straight like a log from the sudden attack and sweated buckets.

"Back to the matter, what's your Level? Three or maybe four?"

"None of your business."

"Then let me test you! Since you were so full of yourself when speaking of those thugs!" she said while sent a spark with the intent of an instant K.O.

However, her electricity didn't hit its target as the person just stepped to the side dodging the attack as soon as she released it.

"Not bad, but there are more from where it came!" she shouted as another spark was sent with another one right behind it.

The two attacks flew straight to their target and hit, leaving behind a smaller smoke on the scene.

"That's… disappointing. I thought she would dodge them too, but taking it head-on is almost like commuting suicide. Well, I held back so there's nothing major, probably."

"Have you finally finished?"

The voice came from the smoke and a hand swished through it revealing the voice's owner.

Her opponent stood there without a sign of injury.

"If you really want to fight me, then first defeat that guy!" a hand pointed towards the spiky-haired boy as its owner tried to push the responsibility to the lad.

"I already have something that I want to settle with him. But that doesn't mean I will give up on this opportunity to fight you!" the girl said with determination in her tone and fire in her eyes.

"So be it. Then let me introduce myself. My name is Matsumoto Naoko, nice to meet you," said the person with a small bow.

"My name is Misaka Mikoto, nice to meet you," she greeted back.

Mikoto waited, not for her opponent to move instead of for a reaction.

After all, she was somewhat famous or infamous in Academy City since she was the third Level 5 out of the seven high-Level ESPers.

However, she saw nothing, not even twitched Naoko's brow hearing her name, almost like the fact that the strongest Electromaster was just a few meters away ready to attack at any second had nothing meaningful.

Which pissed Mikoto off well enough, but Naoko's eyes looked past her and glared at the boy behind her hurt her pride even more than she would admit it.

So you think that idiot is more dangerous than me? she thought to herself while tried to calm down by closing her eyes, breathing in and out which seemed to work. She was ready to fight.

"Are you ready? Because here I come!" she shouted as she sent yet another spark towards Naoko.

Seeing the same attack for the third time already, Naoko just jumped behind, letting the spark hit his previous location.

What wasn't planned is that more sparks came than before and all of them tried to catch Naoko constantly who just kept dodging them without dropping a sweat.

Or at least it looked like that, the fact that the attacks came rapidly, didn't let even a breath break started to affect both sides.

Mikoto was the better one, she just barely felt tired and had a lot of things to try out, Naoko, on the other hand, started to run out of space since the bridge's railing was closer and closer after every dodge when finally reaching a dead end.

Mikoto seeing it smirked.

"You can't dodge now. Take this!" she said as a spark flew towards Naoko.

The attack flew through the bridge with immense speed.

Mikoto smirked confirming it's her victory, waited for the after effect which never came since the spark didn't reach its target, instead it vanished with the sound of shattering glass echoing on the bridge.

Kamijou Touma stood before Naoko with his right hand reaching out while his left supported the said limb by the wrist.

"Imagine Breaker?"

The revealing shocked Touma.

He didn't know that there were others who know about his odd right hand and its name.

Nevertheless, he still thought that he had to act in order to protect her.

"What do you think you doing?" Mikoto asked with narrowed eyes, looking annoyed by the boy's sudden interfere.

"I'm sorry, but it looked like to me that you already won. She couldn't fight back from the beginning and just now she wouldn't be able to dodge that attack. As you said before, taking it head-on is suicidal," he stated his opinion.

"She still has her powers! We don't even know what her abilities are!" Mikoto retorted.

"Could you two stop treating me as a girl?"

The sudden interruption surprised the arguers and earned their puzzled faces.

Seeing their reaction, Naoko just sighed.

"I'm a guy, you know?" he said as this was the most natural thing.

In fact, it was.

For him at least.

The other two individuals looked at him like he is a real mystery.

"Don't tell me, you swing that way?" Mikoto asked Touma in disbelief.

"Of course not! This poor Kamijou is into older women, the big sister types!"

"But you two were together in that restaurant for dinner."

"It was just an apology coffee! I accidentally poured my drink on him!"

The sudden argument that erupted between them replaced the previously serious mood with a more relaxing one.

While the boy and girl were heated up, the third member of this awkward group was dozing off.

At least it seemed for anyone from the outside.

On the other hand, his thoughts were around a person he would rather not know personally, but it wasn't this easy since this person was currently living with him and there was no way just to ran away.

No, there were signs that this will eventually come, but he was too naïve to notice them at that time.

A hand on his shoulder was enough to interrupt him on whatever he was doing and make him turn towards the limb's owner to meet with a concerning pair of black eyes.

Touma was standing behind him with his right hand reaching out for Naoko meanwhile, Mikoto stood behind Touma a foot away and looked at them with her own hands on her hip.

"Is there anything troubling you?" asked the black-haired lad.

Naoko shook his head in answer and swept away Touma's hand to turn face-to-face with him.

"Imagine Breaker!" he started in a serious tone. "Care to help me destroy this city?"


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