Kamijou could not focus on the lesson in front of him. His mind was still occupied on the events that happened yesterday. Jumping over a car in one leap, not to mention catching that baseball with one hand...
Lunch break came. He sat at a cafeteria table. His classmates and seat neighbors, Aogami and Tsuchimikado, were sitting across him, talking about something like... Maids? Ninjas? Dinogirls? Ninja Maid Dinogirls? He thinks to himself, "why am I associated with these two grievances?'
As Kamijou slushed around his food, he glanced at Fukiyose as she passed by, holding a bunch of food stuff on her hands. 'Man she really takes her diet very seriously,' he thought as he saw her food being nothing but an apple, an onigiri, and some yogurt, with an apple flavored yogurt drink on the side. He grabbed his spoon, and was about to eat his food-
She will slip...
He turned around to see her slipping on a spilled carton of tomato juice. In less than a infinitesimal blink of a nanosecond, he got up, caught her, caught her tray in midair, and caught the food items that were thrown in the air, onto the tray in the exact place they were on.
"Fukiyose are you ok?" He turned to Fukiyose, only to see her stare at him blankly. "...Fukiyose?"
"Eh? Ah yes I'm fine." Fukiyose said while picking herself off Kamijou. "I... guess I should thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, giving her her food tray.
Fukiyose then walks away. be sits down on the table and grabs his spoon.
"What the fuck?" Kamijou looks up to see both Aogami and Tsuchimikado, both with shock in their eyes. "How the hell did you do that?"
"Yeah, you just got up suddenly and caught her and her food. Like... are you a cyborg or something?"
"I don't know myself." He could only stare at his hand in disbelief.
After lunch when he and his two classmates were done eating, they went back on the classroom. The lesson right now was about geography, one of the few things Kamijou could admit to being quite decent at, which isn't telling much. Although he wasn't paying attention at the lesson. He was paying attention to his hand.
Or more specifically, the pen that inexplicably stuck to his right hand.
No matter how hard he tries to pull it, it stuck to him like a powerful magnet. He tried shaking his hand around, but not enough to disturb anybody. So, apart from his blue haired and sunglasses-wearing neighbors looking at him as if he's losing his mind, he spent 15 minutes trying to unstuck the pen from hand.
Until he decided to slam it on his desk.
3 things happened after that: 1. The entire class looked at his direction due to the noise he made. 2. The pen was still stuck to his hand, however the tip of the pen broke, causing ink to spill out everywhere on his desk. And 3...
His desk broke in half, as if a karate man came inside the classroom and chopped it.
Kamijou was dumbfounded, embarassed, and shocked by how these series of events turned out. He then got up and asked the teacher if he could go to the nurse's office.
After teach's approval, and the verbal chagrin of most of his male classmates, he left the room and went straight to the nurse's office.
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He left the office early, due to being checked if he injured his hand after slamming his desk.
With shool hours finally over, everyone packed up and left. Touma was surprised, that none of his classmates mentioned the desk smashing that happened hours ago. 'Guess they've gotten used to crazy things,' he mused to himself.
"Ara, fancy seeing you here Kamijou-san," he turned to the voice, seeing his senpai Seria Kumokawa.
"Hey senpai, I was just about to leave, nothing more," he said to her while changing his school shoes to regular ones.
"I noticed. I was going to the faculty room to help out Yomikawa-sensei with her paperwork. You know how it goes," she said.
"Well I hope I ain't bothering you senpai, with you talking to me," Touma said, worried.
"Aww, why do you say that," Seria pouted. Touma looks behind him , to see her lean foward, hands behind her back, with a cute pout on her face. 'Cute' was all he could see. He also stole a glance at her bust.
"W-well I'll be off senpai, see you tomorrow," Touma said. He waves to her goodbye.
Seria returns the wave with her own. 'Eeeecchi' she thought, giggling. 'Did he think I wouldn't notice?' She giggles once again. Just then, her phone rings.
"Who is it...? *sigh* What do you got for me this time?"
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THE DAY AFTER
"I'm telling you, the Naked Apron's sensuality is enhanced if the wearer wore nothing but panties underneath. It gives the impression of "sensual modesty", you cover just enough area to tease the audience!"
"And I'm telling you that is missing the point of the Naked Apron: why should they wear something underneath? They might be as well wear a dress! At times most of your tastes astound and disgust me Motoharu Tsuchimikado!"
"That's rich coming from someone like you Pierce Aogami! Keep your little fetishes to yourself, nobody wants to see them!"
"What's that supposed to mean!? You wanna go dude?!"
"Make a move Piercings!!!"
After those exchange of words 2 of the Idiot Trio fell to the ground, grappled, kicked, punched, and slapped.
"Why do I know these grievances in the first place," Touma sighed.
"These two again, seriously can't you two KNOCK IT OFF," Fukiyose enters the scene, and deals with the two herself. What happens next could've been considered as a massacre.
After the duo were reprimanded by the teacher, things were slightly peaceful in class.
Touma was listening to Komoe's lesson about genetic engineering, something he isn't very interested in. He fought hard the urge to sleep though, he didn't want a repeat of the Melon Bread Incident a month ago.
Thinking about it gave Touma the shivers.
Duck...
He dropped his head on the desk, just as the window beside him broke into a million pieces.
"What the hell was that?"
"Hey you, be careful where you throw the ball!!! You're going to hurt somebody!!!" Fukiyose shouted outside, to the baseball club. The club leader immediately shouted an apology.
"Hey Kamijou are you okay?" A male classmate asked Touma. Touma responded back with a "yeah I'm good". Class resumed afterwards.
"Fukou da," he quipped to himself.
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2:30 in the afternoon
After that Touma was walking home until he suddenly heard a voice from behind him.
"Hey." The voice said. Touma turned around, to see a young middle school girl greeting him. "You noticed me. That's good," he hears her murmur.
Ignoring her murmuring, he says, "So Zapper, what brings you here today? Although it's weird that you hadn't shocked me today. I appreciate if you didn't, because I don't want to deal with-"
"Excuse me," she said to him, interrupting him. "Look, I feel guilty about what happened a week ago. If I didn't chase you all that time, you wouldn't be in that situation."
"What?" Touma asked her. He seemed confused for a while, until... "Oh, that. Oh don't worry about it. It's all in the past."
"But still... even if you avoided it in the end, what if... you weren't lucky that time? I... I... I want to make it up to you!" Zapper bowed her head as she said those last lines. Touma only looked at her in silence.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'll make it up to you!!! I'll do anything, just... j-j-just t-tell me w-w-w-want me to d-d-d-d-d-d-d-do..." she managed to stutter out. She was a blushing, fidgeting, stuttering mess, the boy thought.
Touma sighed. "Look, what happened a week ago was my fault. No one else's. Sure you may have contributed to that-" Zapper's eyes downcast, "-but I wasn't aware of where I was running into. You could say you're not the only one at fault here."
Zapper looked at him in surprise. She then sighed. "Well whatever you say then. But at least let me do you a favor, just a little."
"...Fine. There has been something that's been bothering me for now. Something very important. My life depends on it," Touma said.
"W-What do you mean?" Touma looks at Zapper, his face somber and serious. Zapper gulped, tensing at his serious face. She braced herself.
Kamijou bowed his head, "I'm running out of extra money to buy food. I was hoping if I could lend some money from you!"
Zapper blinked. 'What.'
"It's been almost a week since I bought food. I lost my wallet days ago, and I got robbed recently when I just got my funds. At this rate I won't survive another week, so if you could lend some of your money, it would be... a... pp...preciated- Zapper why are you looking at me like that?"
The aforementioned Zapper was looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face.
Kamijou tensed. 'She's not gonna zap me is she!? All I wanted was a lousy few hundred yen,' he thought as he rose his right hand.
To his surprise, she simply grabbed her wallet, and gave him a couple of a thousand yen. "Here. Take it. You don't need to owe me anything."
"Uh, what?"
"Look I feel bad for what happened to you. It's just... very unexpected. You could've just outright asked for it, no need to be dramatic." Mikoto said, red i her face.
Kamijou blinked a couple times. Then a couple more.
"...Are you a nice girl?"
"What? What do you take me for, an angry stormcloud? I'm not gonna zap you around town, I have standards," Mikoto said it, but, 'I can't help but feel like that happened one time. I'm feeling a weird sense of dejà vú right no-'
Kamijou took the money. "Thank you, thank you so much O Merciful Goddess, I shall forever be grateful to your grace and ability to empathize with this unlucky, unworthy Kamijou's situation!" He exclaimed, continuously prostrating himself in front of her.
Kamijou's cries caused a commotion as a crowd gathered around them.
"What's going on?"
"No idea."
"Is this some roleplay?"
"Oooh they doing some kinky stuff you think?"
Those responses entered Mikoto's ears, causing her to blush in embarrassment.
"MOU! WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP IT YOU IDIOTTTTTT! YOU'RE MAKING A RUCKUUUUUS!!!"
A negated bolt later, Mikoto cutely pounded her fists at Kamijou's raised arms.
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