August 31, 12:37 PM.
Misaka Mikoto held the hamburger-filled paper bag in her arms, leaned her back on the wall around the corner from the two, and listened to their conversation.
Mikoto didn't hear everything in their conversation, though. When Mikoto found out that there were two Unabara Mitsukis and one of them had started fighting with Kamijou, she had chased after the two of them. Then she had seen Unabara's face fall off like a mask, showing a completely different face; and after that, the half-finished building had collapsed, incomprehensible things coming one after another. Also, Mikoto was pretty far away from the two, so she could only hear parts of their conversation. Mikoto, who had spent much effort a moment ago to change the path of the steel beams, might have been the one out of the three of them whose emotions were most in turmoil.
But even so, Mikoto still understood vaguely.
Mikoto understood the reason they were fighting.
Why they had fought.
And for whom they had fought.
Mikoto shook her head vigorously.
(I… I can't misunderstand! I must be getting the wrong idea! His words definitely don't have those meanings to it! He's that kind of person; it's not like he's treating me as someone special!)
But her head that was shaking vigorously to deny this still stopped moving involuntarily.
Even though she knew she shouldn't get the wrong idea, her head still stopped.
(Uu…)
Mikoto leaned her head on the wall behind her. She knew that she was blushing bright red without having to look in a mirror.
(It's really unforgivable,) Mikoto thought. After hearing that kind of conversation in this situation, what kind of expression was she going to have when she walked out of here?
Especially the last sentence Kamijou had said.
(…I know I'm misunderstanding, but the way you said it is too easy for it to be mistaken otherwise, you big idiot!)
Mikoto sighed. She didn't know how long it would take for the blush on her face to finally subside.
August 31, 1:04 PM.
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