Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

A man and a woman descended slowly from the sky in the very center of the fireworks, landing on the stage where the host had been standing.

“Clap—”

“Clap clap clap clap—”

Applause thundered like a tidal wave as all the spectators spontaneously applauded the spectacle.

“So, what do you think?”

“How was the opening?”

Standing on the stage, Makoto Haramura asked Misaki Shokuhou with a light smile.

“Depress first, then elevate.”

“Using your ability to create a dark environment, then dispersing the fear in people's hearts with fireworks.”

“Did you prepare this in advance?”

“Are you preparing to show off to someone?”

Misaki Shokuhou smiled radiantly, teasing Makoto Haramura.

“Who knows, maybe more than one.”

…

“Ahhh, why did I have to get injured at a time like this.”

Outside the venue, Shirai Kuroko, wrapped in bandages from head to toe like a mummy, sat in a wheelchair, watching the live broadcast inside the venue, munching on takoyaki she had just bought from a stall, looking utterly frustrated.

“If I hadn't been injured at a time like this, I should have been the one participating in the three-legged race with my Onee-sama.”

“And, and if I were fine, I could have stopped Onee-sama from going to that ape-man.”

As if venting her anger, Shirai Kuroko bit down hard on each takoyaki, as if trying to grind it into mud.

“There's no helping it, that's how young girls in the throes of first love are.”

Ruiko Saten said with a smile as she pushed Shirai Kuroko's wheelchair.

“Hmm hmm err hmm hmm hmm—”

Hearing Ruiko Saten say that, Shirai Kuroko ground her teeth even faster, almost sparking.

“Excuse me, I'm very interested in what you were just saying. Does my Misaka have a boy she likes?”

Just as the two were discussing this, an amused female voice came directly from behind them, startling them instantly, their faces filled with surprise.

…

“Where did that guy go?”

Mikoto Misaka dashed through the crowd, her light yellow eyes constantly scanning the people.

Considering her position in the three-legged race, the distance from the opening ceremony venue where Makoto Haramura was located wasn't too far.

So when she saw Makoto Haramura appearing at the opening ceremony through the large screen on the street, she temporarily bid farewell to her teammate, Mitsuko Konori, and rushed straight over here.

“Misaka-san, are you looking for someone? If you don't mind, I can help.”

Just then, an enthusiastic voice rang directly in Mikoto Misaka's ear.

“Whoosh—”

Emergency stop, the sneakers even created blue smoke on the ground.

Turn around, reach out, grab the target.

Mikoto Misaka completed the entire action in one go.

“Finally found you!”

At that moment, all the surrounding pedestrians focused their attention on this, but Mikoto Misaka's eyes were firm, without the slightest hint of shyness.

“Whoosh—”

The two people who were originally here disappeared directly, and amidst the clamor of the crowd, Makoto Haramura appeared with Mikoto Misaka in an alley on another street.

“Is there something you need me for, Misaka-san?”

With a forced smile on his face, Makoto Haramura had a sense of relief after surviving a disaster.

Crap!

He had indeed just separated from Misaki Shokuhou.

After all, the Daihasei Festival was a sports event for all students. After the opening ceremony, even the Queen had to participate, so Misaki Shokuhou needed to return to the Tokiwadai Middle School team.

Makoto Haramura naturally had to participate in this event as well. He and the interesting Touma Kamijou had signed up for the three-legged race.

But the problem was that he and Misaki Shokuhou had just separated.

Perhaps his girlfriend hadn't left very far. If she saw him in that state just now, it would be a big problem.

He didn't know how much time he would have to spend coaxing Shokuhou, so it was better to leave there as soon as possible.

“Ah, sorry.”

Looking at where Makoto Haramura's gaze was focused, Mikoto Misaka also realized that her actions just now were a bit inappropriate.

Her little face flushed as she let go of his hand.

“It's nothing, I can understand when people are in a hurry.”

“But is there something you need me for, Misaka-san? Why so anxious?”

“Could it be that something went wrong with the arrangements for the Sisters?”

The only thing Makoto Haramura could think of was the Sisters.

After that day, he and Sister Misaka No. 8842 left a contact method, and then he didn't care about it anymore.

Who told the Sisters to be an important part of Aleister's plan? Others were fine, but if he had too much contact with this matter, he might touch Aleister's nerves and break the balance.

At the same time, he didn't let Misaki Shokuhou intervene in this matter.

And other than the Sisters, he couldn't think of any other connection he had with this Railgun.

“It is… ah ah… it isn't!”

Mikoto Misaka nodded subconsciously at first, but quickly shook her head, the overall expression showing entanglement and confusion.

Mikoto Misaka's face flushed even more.

She didn't understand. She had been acting quite normal when facing Makoto Haramura a few days ago. Why couldn't she even speak clearly when facing Makoto Haramura now?

She quickly shook off the extra thoughts in her mind, patted her cheeks with her hands, and tried to make herself look more normal.

“I just wanted to thank you for your help that day.”

“I've been wanting to thank you, but I kept missing the chance, and then I forgot when I saw you.”

“Is that it?”

Looking at Mikoto Misaka's appearance, Makoto Haramura couldn't help but laugh.

“There's no need. I said before, I had my own reasons for helping you. You don't need to feel like you owe me a favor.”

Makoto Haramura and Mikoto Misaka walked down the street, with a gap of about one person between them. The direction they were heading was the direction Mikoto Misaka had come from.

That's right, it was the venue for the three-legged race.

Just now they learned that they were both contestants in the three-legged race, so it was very reasonable to go to the competition venue together.

Oh right, I should mention here that since they are all espers, the competitions in Academy City do not distinguish between male and female venues, they are all competing together.

“No, no, I still need to repay you.”

No matter how Makoto Haramura refused, Mikoto Misaka still shook her head, wanting to repay Makoto Haramura.

“Okay, I'm really giving up on you.”

Makoto Haramura spread his hands helplessly and sighed.

“But don't make it too exaggerated, I've already felt your intentions.”

It didn't matter what Mikoto Misaka did on her side, but if the scene became too exaggerated, his little vinegar jar at home would easily tip over.

If it really tipped over, it would be troublesome.

“I know that.”

Mikoto Misaka nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Then she tilted her head, and lowered her voice a lot, using a voice that only Makoto Haramura could hear.

“Um, do you like to eat cake?”

“Cake, I guess it's okay.”

Although the voice was very small, Makoto Haramura still heard it clearly.

He pondered for a moment and then nodded.

Honestly, he was generally indifferent to sweets, belonging to the type that he could eat or not eat.

But during this time, under the leadership of his Shokuhou, he slowly got used to pairing some desserts with tea.

But when it comes to the most compatible dessert, it is undoubtedly cake.

“In that case, I'll give you a cake.”

As soon as she heard Makoto Haramura say okay, Mikoto Misaka's eyes lit up obviously.

“Okay.”

Makoto Haramura also nodded.

A cake as a thank you gift was obviously very good. The intention was there, it wasn't very grand, and most importantly, he could share it with Shokuhou, which showed that he was very open and honest.

“Then we… we… we… exch…”

“What is it?”

Makoto Haramura looked at Mikoto Misaka with some helplessness.

She had finally returned to normal just now, but now she was shy again. Even he couldn't guess what Mikoto Misaka meant.

“Let's exchange contact information… Ah!”

When other people say "bite the bullet", it's a figure of speech, but Mikoto Misaka really bit her tongue just now.

Looking at her appearance now, with her hands covering her lips and tears swirling in her eyes, it was clear that Mikoto Misaka had bitten down pretty hard just now.

“What is it! That's all it was.”

Makoto Haramura chuckled, then directly took out his phone from his pocket and turned on his Line signal reception.

He thought it was something else.

“Oh, oh oh, okay.”

Seemingly not expecting things to progress so smoothly, Mikoto Misaka even temporarily forgot the pain in her tongue, and flusteredly took out her phone with a Gekota charm and scanned Makoto Haramura's.

“This way, I'll contact you when I'm ready.”

Having obtained Makoto Haramura's phone number, Mikoto Misaka seemed very happy.

Strange, why so happy?

Maybe it was because she had been obstructed by that Shokuhou for so long, and she had a feeling of bitterness coming to an end.

Yes, that must be it.

Clutching her phone, Mikoto Misaka nodded forcefully.

“Okay.”

Makoto Haramura agreed quite readily, but he never expected that it was because of his hasty agreement that he did not foresee that he would cause himself trouble because of this decision.

“I see Konori-san.”

Unknowingly, the two had already arrived at the venue for the three-legged race.

Mikoto Misaka also saw the junior student whom she had just abandoned on the field.

“Speaking of which, if I had known that you would also be participating in this competition, I wouldn't have rushed over there so flusteredly.”