"Delivery for Misaka Mikoto '' A chirpy electronic voice sounded through the rooms' intercom.
The occupants in the room glance at the level 5. Confused, Mikoto looked back at the trio who were hanging out in their room. She stood up away from the kotatsu (a shame really) and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Is it really for me? I dont happen to order anything at the moment though"
"Quite positive ma'am! It spelled out your name and the room number of your dorm"
"Oh, Okay. From where is it from?"
"It's from jack's-oh-hail: Clothes for your comfort! A clothing store abroad, It's actually known for
its good quality jackets ma'am. It's also already paid ma'am!"
"Who ordered it for me?"
"Uhmm..I dont know...nothing was mentioned ma'am."
"Ah, okay? Just leave it by the footman. I'll retrieve it in a moment."
"Affirmative ma'am!"
The line went dead then.
"Well, that is not suspicious at all." Kuroko's tone was sarcastic and stared at her pointedly.
"I've heard that the store has abnormal prices though. For a brand that's supposed to be comfortable, it's making me uncomfortable." Saten remarked with a wink at Uiharu who just giggled.
Mikoto stared at the phone for a moment before putting it down, she looked back at the trio who had curious stares of their own. They haven't moved from their position in the kotatsu and continued to huddle together.
White little droplets of snow lazily drifted out the window, a prelude to a quiet and peaceful night. Saten and Uiharu had gotten permission to spend the night in Tokiwadai's dorms from both schools. The sleepover had been planned for a week; they got snacks, a projector, a bunch of other blankets and the most important recipe of the night, a kotatsu.
Mikoto grimaced, looking forlornly at the kotatsu she had to leave. Oh well, she better get moving.
"I'm gonna go down to go get it."
"I'm going with you Onee-sama"
"No it's fine, you stay"
"Okay"
Mikoto kept wondering what was inside the delivery and who it was from. Kuroko is right though, it is suspicious. Unconsciously, her body began to tense at the possible
The door opened a second time before it closed completely. The moment the elevator door parted, Mikoto came face to face with the other level 5 of Tokiwadai, Shokuhou Misaki. The hairs on the back of her neck rose up as shivers ran up and down at the back of her spine. Her reaction is so strong given that she jumps a bit.
Misaki mirrored her reaction with a surprise look but the expression quickly fell as she giggled. Her white gloved hand covered her mouth as she walked in the elevator and pressed a button Mikoto had no idea what because she's too busy being embarrassed.
Her reaction was not at all out of the ordinary. Mikoto and her friends had been to countless life-altering shenanigans since last year that they were almost ready to fight anytime. Her guard was so up the wall that she reacted like she was about to be attacked.
And of ALL people it had to be Shuokuho who bore witness to her jumpiness.
The door closed with a ping and the space was filled with Shokuhou's giggles as well as her perfumes.
"The only thing missing is the cat ears." Shokuhou teased as she flicked her bright golden hair with a confidence no one can match. Her smile was almost predatory as she gazed at Mikoto, no doubt finding her blunder a good enough show.
Mikoto looked the other way and nearly hissed.
"Shut up"
"Aw, the great railgun is embarrassed to be likened to a cat. Aren't you being cute?"
Mikoto turned sharply with a glare, ready to spout some choice words when the elevator dinged and they were in direct view of the dorm manager who was sitting with the footman. Her glasses were shining that dangerous glint whenever she adjusted those damn spectacles when she thinks Mikoto is up to no good. It had quite the impact on the 15 year old railgun.
Wisely, Mikoto smacked her lips together and kept it sealed.
Shokuhou smiled smugly and flashed Mikoto a wink as she got out first.
To which she replied with sticking her tongue out.
Shokuhou's smile turned tender for a moment before morphing to a playful expression. Mikoto was sure she was hallucinating for a moment on that smile. It's like she had just come up to get some air but then someone dunk her back towards the water where everything is muddled. She finds it weird that Misaki would just do that, so it must have been a trick of the eye or the angle or something. Thinking about it would take some time so she shrugged and headed to where the footman was.
"Misaka-san, here is the package!"
"Ara, ara...Misaka-san. What's inside the box?"
"Go back to your place Shokuhou"
"Oh that's curious. What kind of clothes would be inside?"
"Stop reading people's minds!"
"Some help it did. Since they didn't know what is actually inside"
"Ehem! May I remind you that you are now in your third year and must set a good example for your younger peers right? Stop bickering."
It seems they had both forgotten that they were still in the presence of the one authoritative figure in Tokiwadai that's scary as hell.
"Kyaah!" Both let out a childish squeak like they had been caught doing something bad. In which case, Misaki is. The dorm supervisor stared pointedly at the 5th level 5 prompting her to apologize soberly. It was cute.
It made the railgun smug and astonished. Sometimes, Mikoto forgets that they were just children and Misaki the same age as her. With all the shit they went through, it feels like they had lived through a lifetime. WIth their dorm supervisor, she made them feel like actual children just making mistakes and it's glorious! She made them feel like the only pressure they had was being a student of one of the most prestigious schools in Academy City. It's incredibly humbling and freeing.
Shokuhou squirmed a bit from the woman's gaze before she decided that whatever is in Misaka's box cannot be worth being glared at. With her curiosity stroked but not satisfied, she sighed and bid goodbye.
"Well, see you koneko-chan"
Shokuhou had the gall to smirk and wink again at her. It's really annoying.
Also she can't help what the nickname did to her when spoken by that lilting voice. It's a bit confusing so she opted to ignore the feeling entirely.
"Geh!"
But not before involuntary sparks flew from her forehead. It's a reflex, really.
"Misaka-san"
"Yes ma'am! I'm going! I'm going!" Mikoto mumbled as she hurriedly marched, the box secure in her hold.
Her cheeks were flaming as she heard Shokuhou's lilting laugh at her super ungraceful retreat.
Their eyes met again just before the elevator doors slid close and shokuhou did something that made Mikoto think she was pushed down in the water again. Shokuhou Misaki smiled gently as she turned around to walk away, raising a gloved hand in goodbye.
She never wondered why Misaki was in their dorm building.
a/n: this is my first ever fic and english is not my first language.
I'm doing this to improve my writing as such, I would accept criticisms but please be gentle.
