"I... I'm sorry, Onee-sama."
Shirai Kuroko, in pain from being pinched, struggled free from Misaka Mikoto's grasp, putting on a look of profound grief and despair, and said, "Onee-sama, have you forgotten what day today is?"
Anyone who didn't know might think from Shirai Kuroko's words that Misaka Mikoto had abandoned her. But this perfectly changed the subject.
Misaka Mikoto was also stunned by Shirai Kuroko's words. She then stroked her chin, thought carefully, looked around at the people in the room, and then had a sudden realization.
She clenched her fist and hit her left hand, then, under Shirai Kuroko's expectant gaze, she gave a disappointing answer.
"Soga! Today is the one-week anniversary of meeting Classmate Saten, Classmate Uiharu, and Yoshino!"
Shirai Kuroko, with a face full of black lines, looked at Misaka Mikoto, who had given an answer completely different from what she wanted, and wondered if she should curse in her heart.
"She's really a bit pitiful, this pervert. Although she is indeed a bit perverted, her feelings are truly genuine."
Shiina said with a hint of emotion, looking at Shirai Kuroko, who was gloomily drinking a beverage alone in the corner of the room.
"Too intense love can be a burden. If possible, Yoshino prefers a gentler kind of love."
If someone like Shirai Kuroko were to follow her every day, secretly taking private photos of her at all times, she would really find that person unbearable.
"Achoo!" Toujou Nozomi, who was organizing Yoshino's photos, suddenly let out a big sneeze. Rubbing her nose and looking left and right, Toujou Nozomi didn't see anything. She knew it must be Yoshino thinking of her.
"Honestly, she can think so hard that even I can feel it. That child, Yoshino."
Looking at the photos of Yoshino transforming and changing clothes earlier, Toujou Nozomi smiled with satisfaction. These were her very satisfying works.
There were still many photos that she needed to organize properly. Looking at the hundreds of Yoshino's photos on the table, she knew she'd have to work overtime today.
Yoshino, who still didn't know that Toujou Nozomi had also taken many private photos of her, was currently chatting with Misaka Mikoto about interesting things that happened during school. However, it was clear that Shirai Kuroko's resentment was growing stronger and stronger.
"Onee-sama, you don't even have Kuroko in your heart! A one-week anniversary of meeting? Don't joke around, that's ridiculous! Today is the precious anniversary of Kuroko and Onee-sama being connected by fate and becoming roommates!"
Shirai Kuroko, who had been ignored, burst out, "One month ago today, I, Kuroko, accidentally became Onee-sama's roommate. Since then, we've shared a room, shared meals, shared joy, and shared sorrow, all in this room."
'Her acting is really good, Shirai-san,' Yoshino thought to herself, looking at Shirai Kuroko, who was almost in tears.
What red thread of fate? It's clearly a very obvious backroom deal. Did she think Yoshino didn't know the rules of Tokiwadai?
"Shirai-san…"
"Perhaps, we shouldn't have come here today." Saten Ruiko and Uiharu Kazari, not understanding, fell for her trick and said with a hint of apology. However, at this moment, Shiina indicated that it could no longer tolerate it.
"I remember in Tokiwadai, people of different grades aren't allowed to be in the same dorm, are they?" Shiina said faintly.
Yoshino also nodded, agreeing with Shiina's statement. What you're doing is wrong. Shirai Kuroko, who writes as Kuroko but reads as a pervert.
"Kuroko…" Misaka Mikoto looked at Shirai Kuroko, whose expression had stiffened at Shiina's words, and finally couldn't help but say, "Do you think I really don't know how you got into this room?"
"Uh…" Shirai Kuroko, her face stiff, shivered and looked at Misaka Mikoto tremblingly.
"It's neither this nor some 'red thread of fate'; you just used a PY deal to forcefully drive out my previous roommate. And you actually call this the red thread of fate?" Misaka Mikoto's mouth twitched, ready to deal with her at any moment.
"It's just that we have different perspectives. And Kuroko, I just wanted the two of us to have a small celebration," Shirai Kuroko explained, sweating coldly, her eyes darting around nervously.
"Ding-dong~" The doorbell rang; someone was calling at the dorm entrance.
"Hello." The polite Misaka Mikoto responded, while Uiharu Kazari and Saten Ruiko watched curiously.
Only Shiina looked at Shirai Kuroko with schadenfreude.
"This is the delivery service. May I ask if this is Miss Shirai Kuroko of room 208?"
'It's here!' Yoshino, knowing what was about to happen, turned to look at Shirai Kuroko's visibly distressed expression.
"Yes, what is being delivered?" Misaka Mikoto asked curiously when she heard it was a delivery.
Neither she nor Kuroko had a habit of online shopping, did they?
"It's computer parts."
"Phew~" Shirai Kuroko was relieved; clearly, the staff understood perfectly.
"And the sender?" Misaka Mikoto, feeling something was off, cleverly asked again.
"'Love and Traditional Chinese Medicine's Peerless Aphrodisiac' Co., Ltd." You definitely can't explain your way out of this now, can you, Shirai Kuroko?
Uiharu Kazari and Saten Ruiko were speechless.
Saten Ruiko, in particular, shielded Yoshino behind her, watching Shirai Kuroko cautiously.
"Hey~ Kuroko. Why do you need an aphrodisiac for a 'small celebration'?" Misaka Mikoto's back was turned, making her current expression unreadable.
"Um, Sister-sama. Please let me expla–"
"Just like your name, I'll burn you to charcoal!" The enraged Misaka Mikoto used her power on Shirai Kuroko.
"Boom!" The door was directly destroyed by Misaka Mikoto, and Shirai Kuroko used her spatial ability to dodge the electric shock. However, what neither of them knew was that the huge commotion they created caused the Dorm Supervisor to appear behind Shirai Kuroko.
This was an existence that even Misaka Mikoto, Tokiwadai's ace, was utterly powerless against.
After 'twisting' the neck of the completely defenseless Shirai Kuroko, the Dorm Supervisor tossed her aside. Saten Ruiko and Uiharu Kazari, who had been peeking curiously from inside the room, quickly turned their heads and covered their mouths. But unlike what they imagined, the Dorm Supervisor seemed unwilling to let Misaka Mikoto off, extending her hand towards her.
Under Misaka Mikoto's desperate gaze, Yoshino came to her side and blocked the Dorm Supervisor's hand.
"Th-that, although Senior Misaka did something wrong. B-but please give her another chance, okay?"
Yoshino was a little scared, but she still looked piteously at the Dorm Supervisor, whose glasses reflected the light, hoping she would forgive Misaka Mikoto.
"…Do you have any objections to my handling of this?" The Dorm Supervisor asked, seemingly displeased.
"N-no, I don't have any complaints. But everyone deserves a second chance, don't they? So please let Senior Misaka off." She closed her eyes in fear, not daring to see the Dorm Supervisor's reaction.
"…Alright, then I'll forgive her this time."
After waiting for a while, Yoshino felt a weight on her head. She opened her eyes to see the Dorm Supervisor stroking her head, speaking in a very gentle tone.
"You're the first person who dared to stand up and plead for someone else while I was punishing a student. You truly are a kind child. You should come and sit here more often when you have time, I'll treat you well."
Looking at the adorable Yoshino, the Dorm Supervisor smiled gently, then looked up at Misaka Mikoto, who was now standing, before hugging Yoshino.
"Although I won't punish you now, I still need to teach you both a lesson. Come to the office with Shirai-san later, understood?"
What else could she do? Of course, she nodded obediently.
Seeing Misaka Mikoto nod, the Dorm Supervisor nodded in satisfaction, then pinched Yoshino's smiling cheek and turned to leave.
"Thank you, Yoshino."
Misaka Mikoto knew very well that if someone else had pleaded for her, the situation would have been much worse.
Indeed, this is a world that judges by appearance.
"A-aren't we friends?" Yoshino touched her head and said cutely to Misaka Mikoto.
"Yes, we are friends."