Touma Kamijou was in formal clothes. Well, as formal as he could get them. A three piece black suit and Rolex watch. He emerged from the red Ferrari, passed the car to the valet and buried a roll of money under the valet's pocket.
"Keep it clean," he said with a wink. The valet, a young man turning eighteen, gulped and nodded.
"I have a reservation?" He gave the attendant the name of his friend.
"Right this way, sir." The attendant lead him inside the expensive looking restaurant, away from the tables and chairs and people seated between them, beyond a red curtain hiding a hallway to a VIP section meant for the wealthy and influential.
This restaurant was owned by one of the former level 5's of Academy City, who joined Othinus when she sent it to chaos and disarray. He entered the spacious room. At the center of which was a round table. She had company, to his surprise. And even more so because they were his friends.
He greeted the people who watched him with idle curiosity, amusement, or apathy.
"Pierce," he nodded to his blue haired friend. Pierce was as lazy as ever. The man didn't even bother changing out of his white long sleeved shirt and baggy black pants.
"Hey there Touma," Pierce said with a grin. "Didn't think you'd become a porn star. It got my girlfriend all riled up."
Touma tapped his chin for memory of said girl. "She was from Academy City, has big forehead and... Ahem, your classmate... Fukiyose?"
Pierce gave a thumbs up. "The one and only."
Seated across him on the opposite side of the table was Shirai Kuroko. Her elbow was on the table, forearm propped up and hand supporting her face as she leaned on her palm. She smiled cheekily. "Hey there, you monstrous ape."
He groaned. "Please stop that. I don't even know how I gained that nickname from you. If it's an Academy City thing please remember I never went there, not even as a kid."
He couldn't help looking down her figure though. She sat leisurely on the chair in a short black dress that hugged her slim figure. Her brown hair was tied into pigtails, and her cute face was set in an amused smirk.
She clicked her fingers. "Hey, eyes are up here, sir! Wouldn't want your dirty mind covering me in filth."
Touma huffed, partly in bravado and partly to hide the fact he was eyeing her out. "Even if I tried, there's nothing I could like that comes from you."
She laughed and threw a fork at him. He caught it by its tip and scowled at her.
Seated beside Pierce was Motoharu. His brown hair was died blonde, he wore a suit without a tie, and his eyes were covered by shades even in the middle of the night. "Touma, man, I'm honestly proud of you bagging three hot chicks. Bonus points for them being big players."
Motoharu raised a finger, looked away, said, "Hold on a second." He ducked under a spear of lightning. It passed by him completely and went straight for Touma. He blocked it with his right hand. The power disappeared as quickly as the Railgun made it.
"Anyway," Motoharu continued as if the last few seconds didn't happen. "If my sister sees that shit you posted online, you're a dead man."
He stared at Touma.
"Are you narrowing your eyes right now?" Touma asked, squinting his eyes to figure out Motoharu's angle.
"That's what I'm going for, you hear me? Dead man." He traced a line over his neck, mimicking a knife cutting his throat.
"Yeah he's definitely narrowing his eyes," Pierce nodded sagely.
"Hey you dirty animal," Kuroko whistled for him. Touma frowned at her name-calling. "Glad you finally revealed how much of a pig you are, but do you happen to have tips for me to get my girlfriend to open up? I mean, ow, ow. Stop! Not the lightning fingertips! I beg of you..."
"Shut up, Shirai." Mikoto poked Kuroko's forehead again and again until the smaller girl receded into her chair. She only ever called Kuroko by her last name if she was angry with her, that or embarrassed. Her red cheeks suggested the latter, though with Mikoto one never knows.
She too wore a black dress, identical to Kuroko's. But unlike Kuroko who gave a seductive allure, Mikoto gave a ladylike aura with the way she carried herself. She straightened her back, lost her scowl, pushed her short brown hair behind her back, smiled brightly at Touma and said, "Please, take a seat."
Her brown eyes danced with mirth, the same playfulness he saw in Misaki. Those two, despite the stories Misaki told him about Mikoto they really were birds of a feather.
"Where's the peanut gallery?" Mikoto asked, looking behind him for his three lovers and her companions. Othinus, Mugino and Misaki. As much as he loved them, Touma knew he didn't know them as well as Mikoto did due to the fallout they caused in Academy City.
How they reminiscence about Academy City reminded him of retired cops talking about the good old days when they fought crime, or former soldiers talking about the great war. It must've been something epic. But it was all behind them, he was sure.
"So I heard you're a porn star," Mikoto grinned just when he sat down opposite her on the table.
Touma grimaced. "Not you too, Mikoto. I heard from Othinus you were the saner one of the bunch."
"Pish-posh." She waved his words away. "I knew they were promiscuous. They told me things, you know." Her brows raised suggestively and her grin widened an inch. "Steamy things..."
"Things that made her masturbate to reach orgasm three times," Kuroko said, sending Mikoto into a furious red frenzy of denial. Kuroko threw an object into the air. Halfway down towards Touma he realized it was a smartphone. "Check it out. I made a video about it. We are of like minds, Kamijou-sama."
He nodded solemnly and with a hint of respect. "Thank you, Shirai-dono." His left hand caught the phone. His right hand blocked the lightning-bolt Mikoto threw at him.
"Give me the phone and you won't have to forfeit your life!" She said even as one hand caught Kuroko by the back of her neck. Mikoto carried her the way a mother cat carried its kitten. "Gimme or the shorty gets it!"
Her hands sparked with electricity threateningly.
"Yeah okay you do that," Touma said. Mikoto looked at him in surprise, shared a glance with Kuroko, and narrowed her eyes when Kuroko shrugged.
"What can you do about it? He's a horny ape," she said and sighed.
"Bad Kuroko! Bad girl!" Mikoto released a stream of electricity that sent Kuroko's body into a twitching mess.
Their relationship reminded him so much of his own. From the way Mikoto treated Kuroko to the video tapes, it was a mirror.
"Man this shit is gold!" Motoharu said.
Pierce was talking to someone else from his phone, probably his girlfriend.
Touma gasped in surprise when Mikoto threw Kuroko across the table, slamming the slim girl into Touma and sending them both towards the floor. Touma yelped in pain from his back hitting the floor and another from Kuroko hitting his stomach.
Mikoto jumped across the table, electricity making her slide over the surface like a skater on ice. She raised her leg into the air, surging the tip with a lightning bolt and flashing him her underwear.
"G-green froggy shorts? So cute!" he said.
"I know right!" Kuroko nodded hastily. She tried to use her power, teleportation, and raised her eyes in surprise when she couldn't. She realized he was holding her smooth thigh and glared at him. Touma shrugged. It was her fault for landing into him.
"You're not supposed to look!" Mikoto ordered and landed her foot towards his face.
He blocked it with his right forearm, disabling her power but tanking the momentum of her kick. He felt the trauma in his bone, grit his teeth and kicked her leg when she was getting ready to launch a second. With a yelp Mikoto landed on him and Kuroko, managing to elbow both their stomachs.
He realized he was cupping both girls asses when he came to, and the only reason they hadn't moved was because it was a particularly compromising position that left them blushing and glaring at him. "Whoops?" he said, though he didn't mind their thighs straddling his, or the way their chests pressed into his larger one. They were so small. The aroma from their bodies reminded him of lemonade and apple. "Nice perfume," he said. "Or is that shampoo?"
For some reason this made the two girls blush harder.
A flash came from above. Pierce nodded at his cellphone camera and said, "Nice, nice! I've already posted it online. Your welcome, Touma."
He grimaced. His ladies at home were currently tied to the bed as payback for the incident they made him suffer through. He'd hate to think what they'll do to him once they found him in a position that hinted he might be frolicking with other women.
Come to think about it... His cheeks turned red as an idea popped into his head about the two girls on top of him. He squeezed Mikoto and Kuroko's asses. Mikoto just stared at him and somehow got even redder. Kuroko sighed, glared at him and said, "You are unbelievable."
But they didn't pull away.
This was interesting.