Perhaps... he should've just stayed in bed today, Kamijou Touma thought.

Yes, in bed, to let this entire day pass by unnoticed. Such a good idea. Too bad he did not have the foresight to do so.

In front of him was Index, who happened to catch his attention first when he entered his room just a minute ago, sitting behind the living-room table, dressed in blouse and skirt.

She looked determined. Too determined.

Please... this is only the third day of Daihaseisai... this Kamijou-san can't take much more of this forced drama..!

Perhaps, that incident they shared in that Botanical Laboratory affected her much more than he initially thought.

"Touma."

"Index-san." Already did he default to the -san honorific. "May I... inquire... as to the reason for the change of attire...?"

"This is 20XX, Touma. Women can dress in any way they wish."

"Index-hime..." His voice became weaker every word. "You know what I mean. What happened to your nun's habit?"

"Ah, that thing?" Index held her nose up with a huff. "I quit being a nun."

…

What.

"You are a very bad boy, Touma. Very, very bad boy. You stole my heart the day we met, and you force me to watch you drink up all those attention you receive from other girls fully knowing well that I am bound by the laws of the church in terms of regulations nuns are held under regarding romantic relationships. How wicked. How cruel!"

-No, not really... Touma weakly thought. I had no such intentions... I don't even think that far ahead, at any rate...

Yes, this was definitely due to that event at that Botanical Garden, where Index, by sheer misfortune... erm, 'kissed' his cheek while attempting to bite him.

Such misfortune.

"You got problem with this!?"

Oh yes, a whole host of problems, Touma thought. From that red-headed mage who would love nothing more than a chance to unleash his fiery temper on this unfortunate highschooler... to that big-busted priestess with her hesitant attitude toward him, which, to his dense-as-tungsten mind, originated from equivalent hostility that resulted in, at best, ambivalent resentment toward him... to the rest of the power-hungry megalomaniacs around the world... was this little girl under the impression that the Anglican Church in an of itself would allow this seditious and wayward behavior of hers?

All these thoughts and more ran through his mind as Index continued her ardent speech:

"Well, no more!" Index declared, fire in her eyes. "I cast aside my position in the church, and now I will use all of my feminine wiles in my disposal to steal your heart in return!"

She lost her mind, Touma thought. Gone stark mad.

He needed to get out of here, now.

Wait, wait. He remembered reading somewhere that, in order to check to see if you were in a dream, all you had to do was to take a look at your hand. If you were dreaming, your hand was guaranteed to be messed up in some sort of way, be it be additional fingers, abnormal lengths of fingers, or a different shape altogether.

Eagerly, Touma glanced at his right hand.

It was completely fine.

But wait... was his right hand fine because his Imagine Breaker was effective even in his dreams? But that wouldn't explain some nightmares he had in the past...

It was a true mark of an idiot to trip yourself into this sort of random dilemma in midst of facing such danger as that ex-nun in front of him, who saw her chance, and made her strike-

And thus, the viewer's gaze is directed heaven-ward, with the proverbial cry:

"FUKOU-DAA!"