Monday - Something new

Waking up on Monday was not one of the more action-packed mornings. The usually lively couple Misaka – Shirai, were lacking the motivation of getting out of they beds. Firstly, it was due to fatigue, which must have come from the previous day rich in action experiences. Then, there was this issue of a premonition that if they left the room, their classmates would descend on them, like birds of preys, with a cloud of questions. They had already made a plan to avoid all of this commotion, including school today, when the administrator came to check on them. To their surprise, this time she knocked on door, waiting for an answer. Of course, it would be best for them to play a dead bug, but they didn't have time to stop Inoue, who without a hesitation opened the door for the black haired woman whit optical glasses.

'Tokiwadai Iron Wall' came to find out, why the weekend celebrities are taking so long to show up on a breakfast. Especially when strict security measures are still in place and soon there will be buses waiting, with an armed escort, into which she simply must to get them. Assured that they would try to catch the ride, she expressed understanding for their muscle aches and advised them to get checked by a nurse at school. No, she says that she will let them go of the hook if they do that. She then walked away without further ado.

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And so, after a while, the trio from room number 208 came out into the corridor after all. One side of wall was covered by windows on front (representative) facade of they dormitory.

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In her uniform, standing in front of their room, Mikoto stretched, trying to get the blood flowing in her stiff body, so to speak.

Inoue watched her sister with interest.

On the other hand, Kuroko, after closing the door behind them, yawned so loudly at the sight of her stretching partner, opening her mouth so wide as if it was the most important muscle in which she should get warm up.

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That yawn made Railgun yawn involuntarily as well. "Kuroko, come on!-- I'm trying to wake up here and not fall back asleep."

"What is big sister talking about? Maybe she found a way to secretly nap and still be able to do all the things as if she were awake? Misaka expresses her interest in learning more about this possibly useful ability."

"One thing must be admitted, honesty is a strong point. If only the other side of the coin showed such a high degree of honesty. Right, Sissy?"

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Mikoto in response jerked. "What nonsense you're saying this early in the morning? Honesty? I can't believe I'm hearing that word straight from your insincere mouth. Are you okay or are you talking in your sleep?" She continued to warm up, trying to get her blood pumping.

"So that's something the older sister has a lot of experience with. Misaka points out, lamenting that she's probably the only one in certain group who knows about it."

"Either way, we should really go get checked out by nurse later. Especially you should had Sissy. I can't remember a day when you needed a morning boost so badly." And she also undertook to stretch her limbs with a simple reaching-up, stretching herself directly up. But suddenly a lewd/depraved thought came to her mind, which was also reflected in her expression. "Maybe Kuroko is going at the whole thing from the wrong angle and the boost Onee-sama needs is a little bit of a morning love from no other that myself." And she was already leaning towards her unrequited love in the pose of a (tender girl trying to kiss her lover), but with a method that would make an innocent boy think that she had deprived him of his innocence by (sucking from a vacuum cleaner).

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But from the older brunette's point of view, it was more like if an overgrown leech was approaching her, hungry for half a liter of her blood. She shiver/shook with disgust and her morning fatigue was gone as she was battle ready. She quickly reached out her arm, to place her palm on the redhead's face, keeping that pervert away from her body. She tried very hard to keep her temper in check and not explode like this early in the morning. "Great, how about going to see that frog doctor right now? I've got a few reasons to head to that hospital first thing in the morning. And when I get there, why don't I have the surgeons there look inside your head and find out what went so wrong there, Kuroko!" She tried to keep her roommate at a sufficient distance, but the redhead kept trying to stick to her Idol. So at one point it ate her to the point, she hand enough and shout: "Cut it out, already!" Pushed her kōhai away, she redirected her attention on different topic. "Another thing. Hey, you!" She looked at Inoue. "I've been checking on that farm regularly when I had the chance. I won't tolerate your game with live chickens anymore. Considering how fast this colony is shrinking, it's clear to me, that you're just playing it in a way so you can secretly eat most of them. The game was cute at the beginning and I admit that I was taken aback, but that's enough. There are so many of them that it is necessary to introduce the dietary limits. For you! If you continue with this drama, and feast on them without a restrain: I will introduce you to a without sugar diet. Is that clear to you?" She looked at her sternly in (everyone's big sister) fashion that caught even Shirai by surprise.

Her Imoto at first didn't respond, nothing even changed in her EMO expression as she stared back during that intervention. After her original stop talking, she just causally looked off to the side of the corridor before returning her gaze back to Mikoto, but she remained in her fixed, stern gaze. She did it again: she fully turned her head to the side and after a second turning back at her older sister as if she was looking for something.

Kuroko waited silently. She put on a bored expression in anticipation of something stupid and lifeless.

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However, it wasn't until the younger brunette turned her head for the third time, that Mikoto couldn't help it and she seriously, turn her head and looked into the corridor, wondering what it was there, that was attracting her sister's attention so much. "What do you see there?" But there was nothing special there, only an empty corridor. She turned her gaze in front of her to look at her Imoto with a questioning expression in her own face. But instead of looking at her mirror image, she was looking at the wall of windows. It take her a second, two,-- before her blood immediately boil and she stomped angrily on the floor. "HEY!!" She called out to the opposite side of the hallway.

However, Inoue, running silently like a breeze, disappeared behind the corner, continuing her escape.

"Sissy…" Kuroko spoke in half wonder and half horror.

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Mikoto, realized how it must look. Blushing from ear to ear from how cheaply she was tricked, threatened her roommate through gritted teeth, "I don't want to hear a single word from you!" It took her a few inhales and exhales, to cool down, before she looked towards the given corner and stepped forward, with a wide step.

Her smiling herald followed her in silence and pride.

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Now it was just the pair heading to the dining room and Mikoto calmed down along the way, settling into a normal pace of stride/step. But before entering the room in question, they met the dorm administrator, who was just coming out of it carrying something under her arm.

"Misaka, Shirai, I looking for you, you're late! Where's the third one?" She pounced on them without hesitation.

The brunette immediately blushed. But suddenly, making an offended (Phm!) noise, she turned her head away, closing her eyes as a sign that she didn't even want to look at it or discuss it at all. "She's Gone! She ran away! She comes without a word. She goes without a word. Secretly, like some (Phantom)! She does it all the time, so don't worry about it! It's her business!" Misaka looked like she had just had a siblings fight with her sister. However, internally she thought that it would be better if her sister disappeared from the scene, before someone at school thought to find out who or what this mysterious sister of her was. Or to do some health and background checks, such as a DNA test.

Kuroko, on the other hand, glanced behind her own shoulder with a detective expression as if she expected to see someone there. "Like a Phantom you say? Suddenly, Saten's urban legends wild blabbing about AIM mirror afterimage of espers, looks like legitimate science version of a ghost story. With such a quiet step, the Phantom comparison fits Inoue san perfectly." But like a detective she suddenly realized something, returning her gaze to Mikoto. "Wait, you don't want to tell me that unlike us, she takes her classes directly in the hospital? Or that she wouldn't be quite…"

She didn't have time to finish the thought because her Idol grabbed the redhead by the collar of her uniform with a battle expression on her face. She told her very sternly not to involve in the slightest, that the mater was none of her business.

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The dorm administrator, on the other hand, was no longer interested in watching this telenovela of a role-coaster of emotion. "That would be enough for you two! I understand. There is no time left, so have breakfast on the way." She pushed a box into their arms, which was actually a bento style packed dinner prepared by maids. She started pushing the two towards the exit and onto the street.

There was a crowd of girls standing in front of the buses, who were obviously waiting for their celebrities. Their enthusiasm clearly waned when one of the characters was missing.

Still half offended, Mikoto added to her step, rushing to the bus to avoid possible questions.

Also, her self-proclaimed herald was not idle in her functions of (bringer of news) and so that the other girls could hear her, she blurted out a note about: 'That someone in particular is the most displeased with the fact that Inoue is not coming with us, but refuses to let it be known. And Inoue probably stroll away to put a bulletproof punch to the morning's debate about honesty.' Of course the redhead smiled (under the cat whiskers) when her roommate reacted to that remark with a slight twitch.

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The group of Tokidawai girls understood, started to get on board in an orderly manner, even without the administrator prompting them to do so. That black-haired woman then watched with eagle-eyes for a while as the armed escort took her girls to school. Her gaze grew particularly serious when Railgun, sitting at the very back looked over her shoulder, through the rear window directly at her. That girl had a serious look in her eyes. Their eyes met, as if to make sure that a certain person really wouldn't involve itself into a certain matter that (is none of her business).

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[Notes:]

A bento [Trope] is a meal in a box called bentóbako. In it, people take food to work, school or on the road. Thoughtful boxes made of wood, plastic or metal with compartments, (or not), usually contain a one (or two) third of boiled/cooked rice. One third of meat or fish. And one third of pickled vegetables, soy sauce and other ingredients. Not a strict rule as bento can differ from size and package. Simple one like the one you can buy in supermarket shop that is just a trail. Personal one that are bind in a linen handkerchief like a tablecloth. To the multi store luxury marvels, for a group feast. The main feature is the touch of homemade food prepared with love in a compact version of picnic basket that people can eat during a break, siting in park, bench, away from everybody, or in a group.