"Let's call it the 'Star Creation Club'," Arata said with a grin while raising one finger.
"A club that is supposed to help and support each other having such a potentially misleading name really makes the club president seem unreliable," said Nunotaba Shinobu while taking a sip of her milk tea.
"Who said that? I am a reliable man," Arata retorted.
"So what are the standards and rules of the club?" Nunotaba Shinobu asked.
"It is an exchange club centered around me, a Level 5. Only people I personally approve can become members. There are no special rules or complicated hierarchical structures. It is closer to a group of friends," Arata said casually while taking a few sips of his juice.
"Phew." Nunotaba Shinobu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If it had really been some sort of underground organization, it would have felt extremely dangerous. In the end, it was simply this guy's personal circle of friends.
"If there is nothing else, I will head back after finishing my cold drink," said Nunotaba Shinobu quietly.
"Do not be in such a hurry."
"What time do you think it is now? I remember that the curfew begins before 9:00 PM, and all civilian commercial facilities close afterward. It is already 8:00 PM," Nunotaba Shinobu said while glancing at the clock inside the cold drink shop.
"Well, it was a short date," Arata said with a slightly disappointed shrug. "Do you want me to send you back to your apartment?"
"You can teleport such a long distance?" Nunotaba Shinobu asked in surprise. Her apartment was about two kilometers away.
"Do not underestimate a Level 5 with spatial teleportation. Once I mark your spatial coordinates, I could even teleport you to the other side of the Earth," Arata said proudly.
Unless someone had professional knowledge, people in Academy City would never realize that the pocket watch hanging from his neck was actually the medium enabling his spatial teleportation ability.
"I will rely on you then," Nunotaba Shinobu said calmly. Her tone soon became somewhat chilling. "If you wake up tomorrow and discover someone else sleeping beside you, the scandal of the Eighth Level 5 will immediately appear on the front page. It will certainly attract a lot of attention."
"You are exaggerating." Arata's lips twitched slightly. Did he really look like that kind of person?
Even if he actually did something like that, he would wait until someone was sleeping deeply and would never leave any evidence behind. Other than noticing that your body had experienced some indescribable changes, what proof would you have?
The DNA left behind in the body... well. That part would indeed be difficult to explain.
After sending Nunotaba Shinobu back to her apartment, Arata planned to buy some clothes for the Misaka Sisters before the Academy City curfew began.
"This is it. Seventh Mist, the largest clothing mall in District 7."
Arata looked at the massive shopping mall illuminated by flashing neon lights. Many female students were entering and leaving the building, while only a few male students wandered nearby. After a moment, he stepped inside.
Although it was not his first time here, it was his first time entering the women's clothing section.
Ugh. My legs suddenly feel as heavy as lead.
A guy buying women's clothes... if someone took a picture and uploaded it to the Academy City forums, his reputation would instantly collapse.
After all, Level 5 espers were celebrities within Academy City. Their fame was comparable to that of entertainment stars, perhaps even greater. Students might not know which celebrity was currently the most popular, but they would definitely know the identities of the Level 5s.
"Ah... we have searched so many places, yet I still cannot find anything I am satisfied with."
"Onee sama's taste is truly worrying. As Tokiwadai's ace, she has absolutely no self awareness, yet she still wears such unappealing shorts. The underwear I showed her earlier was clearly fashionable, with its black mesh structure... and..."
"How could anyone wear that kind of underwear outside, Kuroko? Only a pervert like you would choose something like that." A voice filled with embarrassment and anger echoed through the corridor.
"This has nothing to do with being a pervert. Onee sama, this is fashion. Fashion!" A sweet yet dramatic voice replied from behind.
"This is clearly your personal preference. I could not find my underwear yesterday, so I have been searching for it all day. Where did I put it? It was my favorite pair."
"Who knows? Maybe a stray cat took it away, or maybe a junior who idolizes Onee sama secretly stole it." The voice sounded slightly guilty.
"That junior would not happen to be you, would it, Kuroko? Only you would do something like that."
"Onee sama, please believe me. I would never commit such a disgraceful and unladylike act."
"Kuroko, you are acting suspicious. Why is there so much sweat on your forehead? Stare."
"That familiar voice." Arata closed his eyes, and a stiff smile appeared on his lips. Goosebumps rose across his skin, yet the situation felt strangely unique.
There was no mistake. It was the personal railgun admirer herself. Academy City really was too small. Running into something like this was ridiculous.
"Huh?"
At that moment, Shirai Kuroko and Misaka Mikoto, who had been visiting several malls while shopping, finally reached the entrance of the women's clothing section. They immediately noticed their eighth ranked esper senior whom they had met two days earlier.
"What are you doing here?" Misaka Mikoto looked at Arata with suspicious curiosity. Was this guy doing something shady again?
Her eyebrow twitched slightly as she remembered the time he knocked her on the head.
"Well..." Arata scratched his cheek awkwardly. "Misaka kohai, I wanted to go inside and buy some clothes for my sister, but..."
"I see. You have been standing here this whole time because you do not know what to do, right, Arata senpai?" Misaka Mikoto crossed her arms with a proud expression.
You dared to knock me on the head before. Now the person who can rescue you from this awkward situation is standing right in front of you. If you beg properly, Misaka might generously help you.
"Phew." Shirai Kuroko clutched her chest and quietly wiped the sweat from her forehead. She felt extremely relieved. Fortunately, this sudden distraction appeared, otherwise she might have been exposed.
"That is correct." Arata scratched his temple awkwardly. "Fortunately I ran into Misaka kohai. If you help me escape this embarrassing situation, I will give you a small gift."
As he spoke, a necklace decorated with frog mascots appeared in his hand.
Misaka Mikoto's eyes instantly turned into sparkling frog shapes.
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