Mikoto walked down the street, although she didn't know where she was going. She felt bad. Really bad. She couldn't handle anything. She needed to go out and walk. She felt angry too. She knew that if someone tried to talk to her, she would probably kill could feel that she started to give of sparks. The electromaster even felt her eyes filled with tears. She tried to shake them off, making her vision go blurry. When realized where she was unintentionally heading to, she thought about going back to home.

No.

She knew that she couldn't do anything. She needed him. Only him could help her, and she hated it. She hated the fact that she spent her days thinking about him. He was even in her dreams. Before she realized it, it was too late. She was deeply and unconditionally in love with Touma Kamijou. The idiot who always helped her, since she met him.

However, they have grown, and Mikoto was now a cute eighteen years old girl. Touma was a really close friend of hers. They have spent so much time together. They shared so many precious memories that she would cherish forever. When she was younger, she thought that her stupid crush on him will go away, since their friendship was precious to her. She didn't want to destroy that with her stupid feelings. She tried, desperately, to fall in love with someone else. Only to forget him. She tried but, useless to say, it didn't work.

Meanwhile, Touma had a whole harem. And God, she hated it. Because of it, she felt something that she thought she will never feel.

Jealousy.

That jealousy, that burned across her whole body. That jealousy, that weakened and hurted her so bad. She fought it so many times. But it was still here, like a seed planted in her heart, twisting its vines amongst her.

Love was probably the worst thing that could happen to her. It was the most paradoxical feeling she ever felt. She was happy when she was around him. And sad when he was away. She couldn't endure it anymore. She had to confess her love to feel better.

"Misaka?"

Mikoto's head snapped up, coming out of her dark thoughts. Touma was in front of her. She looked around and realized that she was in front of his place.

"Oh, hey," She said, weakly, trying to avoid looking him in his eyes. Her acting must have been really bad, since he looked at her with a concerned look.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes.. everything's good!" She didn't fool him. She did her best to hold her tears. She wasn't here to cry in front of him.

"Hmm, do you want to come in?" He asked. She was about to decline his offer, when she remembered how she was feeling, and why she was here.

"I'd love to," She simply answered. He gave her a little smile that made her heart skipped a beat.

They walked into his small living room, quietly. He sat on his bed, and she did the same.

"Do you want something to drink?" He asked. She looked at him, thinking about the fact that she was about to confess. She suddenly felt her mouth go dry.

"Water," Mikoto managed to say.

"Alright princess"

She narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing. She kept her gaze on him as he got some water. Damn, he was cute. She felt her heart sank, knowing that he'll never be hers.

"Are you going to tell me what's happening?" Touma said suddenly. Misaka looked at him, confused.

"What?"

"Misaka, do I look like stupid to you?"

Mikoto felt her tears coming back. Before she could do anything, he was in front of her. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that she was shedding. It made things go worse.

"It's too hard Touma," She managed to say as she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Touma hugged her tightly, making them fall onto the bed. She didn't realize how much time they spent like this, until she noticed the inky sky through the window. He wasn't moving, nor she was.

"I should go.." She whispered, breaking the silence that filled the room. She definitely felt better. Not good, but better. Crying lifted a weight from her shoulders.

"Stay," He said.

Mikoto eyes widened in response.

"Why?" She asked.

"Hm.. It's late, and I don't want you to walk alone at night, they are dangerous people outside" He tried to justify himself.

Mikoto could swear that he was blushing. She smiled.

"You know that I am part of the dangerous people," She laughed.

Touma felt dumb, but hearing her laugh made him happy.

"Well, that's true, but I won't let you go," He said, looking at her with a small frown.

Mikoto felt her heart racing in her chest. Why was he saying such things? Why in the world would he want to spend a night with her? Her mind was filled with many scenarios that could happen. A boy and a girl, one bed and…

"Misaka, why are you blushing?" Touma said, raising a hand to caress her rosy tinted cheek, causing her to blush even more.

"N-Nothing!" She said, ashamed. Since when her mind was having such thought? Damn.

He smiled softly. Saying that she was cute was a euphemism. She was too attractive for his own good. Why did he tell her to sleep here again? He was such a masochist.

"So, are you staying?"

Mikoto knew that, deep inside her, the answer was obvious.

"Yes."