As she spoke, Shirai Kuroko examined Arata with a scrutinizing gaze, touching her lips lightly with one hand as she thought to herself.
I arranged a date with Onee-sama (at the newly opened ice cream shop), yet she stood me up because of an ape.
Naturally, I want to eliminate this ape immediately and leave with Onee-sama.
However, Onee-sama has never experienced romance. If she remains completely defenseless against men, she may be deceived by someone terrible in the future. That possibility cannot be ignored.
This seemingly cheerful ape would be a disaster if he turned out to be Onee-sama's preferred type.
If I expose his cowardly and ugly side, Onee-sama might become disillusioned with men entirely.
Then I can gently comfort Onee-sama…
Unknowingly, the corners of Shirai Kuroko's lips slowly curled upward into a suspicious smile, and a small drop of saliva formed at the edge of her mouth.
In that case, I, Shirai Kuroko, will immediately appear beside Onee-sama and soothe her wounded heart… Hehe… hehehe…
Winning over Onee-sama's heart will be effortless. Perfect.
"Hiss…" Arata suddenly felt a chill from Shirai Kuroko and instinctively inhaled sharply. When he noticed her barely concealed perverted smile, he raised an eyebrow and muttered inwardly, "That hostility is intense."
"It's not because of this senpai. It's because… because…" Misaka Mikoto was still embarrassed and irritated, but when she reached the real reason, her cheeks flushed red and she discreetly hid the gashapon capsule behind her back.
As a perceptive and confident Judgment member, Shirai Kuroko immediately noticed Onee-sama's subtle movement. She covered her forehead with one hand in exaggerated disappointment.
"I understand now. If that is the case, then I truly understand. Onee-sama's hobbies are simply too childish. As the ace admired by all the girls in Tokiwadai, should you not cultivate more refined interests?"
"This has nothing to do with being an ace…" Misaka Mikoto hugged the gashapon tightly, her cheeks burning after being struck at a sensitive spot, and replied stubbornly.
"Hehe. In that case, Misaka-senpai, Shirai-san, we will not disturb you any longer. See you next time."
Awatsuki Maaya and Wannai Kinuho spoke politely, then turned toward Arata.
"Senpai, thank you very much. If it is not too presumptuous, may we exchange contact information so we can properly express our gratitude later?"
"It is fate that we met, so we are friends now. If you ever need help, feel free to contact me," Arata replied with a bright and relaxed smile, exchanging contact information with them.
"Can we really become friends with you, Senpai?" The two girls were visibly excited. It was their first time befriending a boy, and he was a Level 5 esper.
"Of course," Arata answered with an easy smile.
"It is truly an honor to become friends with a Level 5."
"Level 5?" Shirai Kuroko immediately sharpened her gaze and stared at Arata in surprise.
"We will write to you, Senpai." The two girls waved cheerfully before leaving.
"What adorable juniors," Arata said casually. Conversations like that were effortless.
"You are Level 5? Judging from your appearance… could it be that you are the newly promoted Level 5 Telekinesis user announced yesterday?" Shirai Kuroko exclaimed, then stepped protectively in front of Misaka Mikoto.
"What is your intention toward Onee-sama? I, Shirai Kuroko, do not believe it is a coincidence that two Level 5 espers meet. Are you planning to challenge Onee-sama's ranking?"
She was aware that disputes over rankings had occurred within Academy City, even if they had not escalated into open combat.
After all, if two Level 5 espers fought seriously, an entire school district could suffer catastrophic damage.
"Hm? You are overthinking it. It was simply coincidence. I rescued two cute underclassmen, then stepped out of the alley and happened to see Misaka Mikoto, the railgun assaulting a gashapon machine." Arata shrugged lightly and laughed.
Although Academy City had evaluated him as Level 5, his Telekinesis was only just at that threshold. He could not overpower the Railgun head on. Still, if it truly came down to it, one decisive move would be enough.
"Railgun? What kind of strange nickname is that?" Misaka Mikoto's cheeks reddened as she glared at Arata indignantly.
Before she could continue, a sharp pain struck the back of her head.
"Ow!" She clutched her head, tears forming in her eyes as she slowly crouched down. Looking up with watery eyes, she demanded, "What exactly was that for?"
"As a junior, you should not act so confrontational when meeting a senior for the first time. And you should speak more respectfully to your senpai," Arata withdrew his hand and looked down at Misaka Mikoto with a stern expression.
"You ape, how dare you…" Shirai Kuroko began furiously, but she too suddenly felt a sharp strike to the back of her head. "Ow…" She crouched down beside Misaka Mikoto, eyes watering.
"I am a high school student. You are middle school students. Learn some proper respect," Arata said seriously. Although he did not mind competition, he had sensed that Misaka Mikoto's pride had already shifted toward combat mode.
"I'm sorry…" Misaka Mikoto muttered reluctantly, lips twitching. Who was this guy acting like a strict senior? Still, a part of her could not suppress the urge to challenge him someday.
"This ape…" Shirai Kuroko stood back up, glaring darkly at Arata. Yet inwardly she was delighted. How perfect. He dared to strike Onee-sama on the head.
Now Onee-sama's romantic fantasies about men will surely collapse.
Next, it is my turn to step in.
"Well then, I will not disturb you any longer. If you ever need assistance, I would be happy to help." Arata smiled at Misaka Mikoto, who was still rubbing her head. After speaking, he turned and left slowly. He still had more important matters to handle.
"Who needs your help? I am Misaka Mikoto, the Railgun of Tokiwadai." She rubbed her head and muttered irritably.
"Onee-sama. If you feel wronged, Kuroko's arms are always open. Allow me to soothe your wounded heart." Shirai Kuroko spread her arms wide, leaning forward eagerly, a suspicious gleam in her eyes as she attempted to embrace her.
"Huh!"
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