This is my first fan-fiction and I really wanted to do well, so I spent a lot of time on it. It may be multi-chaptered. Like two or three chapters depending on what ideas come spilling out of my brain. I apologize in advance if you feel the characters are OOC.

Kamijou Touma sighed as he walked back home from his tedious school, loaded with homework that could not be possibly finished in one day. Not to mention he didn't understand a thing.

"Such misfortune." He said breathily as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He continued to walk through the park. Off to one side there were a few people playing with a soccer ball.

Just then he ran into something. At first it was warm and short and then a cold seeping wetness came. Touma's head shot down and was immediately engulfed in life-preservation instincts.

There was Misaka Mikoto, face twisted into an angry sneer, blue lightning dancing across her bangs, holding a now half-empty can that she had just gotten from the vending machine.

"YOU IDIOT!" her shirt was as wet as Touma's now was. "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE..." she trailed off and her faced turned slightly red as she realized that Touma's white shirt was now semi-transparent.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see you there...well...why would I when you are so short...GAH! I mean, I wasn't looking!" An arch of lightning was shot at him that he negated just in time with his Imagine Breaker. His hands were crossed in front of him and his suitcase lay on the ground.

"Look w-w-what you've done! Y-you have completely ruined m-my uniform!" She spluttered out as she was still flustered from the transparency. Her face was now full on red as she realized it was partly her fault. Had she done that intentionally?

"No, don't be ridiculous..." But ever since Kuroku has recorded her saying those...things...after Diahasei Festival she had doubted herself around this boy. She didn't know what to make of it.

"Ano...biri-biri...are you okay? You look like you have a fever." Touma pointed out, oblivious.

"I'm fine, Idiot...I have to...I'm sor...It was my fault too I guess.." The Level 5 said sheepishly. "Come with me! I'll get you a new shirt, that one is destroyed. AND DON'T ARGUE!"

Touma clamped his mouth shut and was suddenly thrown off his feet. Misaka, having grabbed his shirt collar dragged him toward the underground mall, leaving his suitcase on the ground.

"TooooooooOOOOOUUUUMAAA! Why do you always leave me alone with no food in the fridge! I'm starving!" Index complained as she slammed the refrigerator shut with a bang that shook the wall.

"When he gets home, I am going to bite his head off, he he he."

Suddenly, a flashback from Daihasei came to mind. She blushed furiously and reconsidered, "Maybe I will just whack him with this spoon." She hefted a heavy metal spoon in her hand and brandished it like a sword.

Then she remembered something and slumped to the floor. "But I am soo hungryyyyyyyy! I know! I will just have to go out and find him and then hit him with the spoon and make him buy me food!" She caressed the spoon and smiled evilly to herself.

In the underground mall Misaka dragged Touma to a likely shop and set him on his feet. He swayed a little bit, and Misaka smirked.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"What? How did I know what?" The Level 5 was confused.

"I get all my clothes from here."

At that Touma walked straight in and gestured for Misaka to follow. He made a beeline to a rack of shirts that were exactly like the one he was wearing.

"I don't know if I want you to buy me a shirt." He said almost to himself.

"Well too bad, idiot, I already said I would. Don't you wear anything else? I won't mind if you get something else."

"You're one to talk."

Misaka did everything in her power not to electrocute him, or, at least, try.

"Oi, biri-biri, I am going to pay for this if you don't hop to it."

Misaka hopped into action and grabbed the shirt from him and pulled her wallet from who-knows-where and slammed some yen down on the counter.

"Hi, I am Megumi. Can I get you anything else?" said the cashier, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and dark brown hair.

"No." said Misaka harshly.

"Ah. It is so sweet to see that you are buying a shirt for your boyfriend. You probably brought him along because you couldn't choose, yes? No matter, it is the thought that counts." the cashier said quite frankly.

The electromaster spluttered, "H-h-he's not my b-b-b-boyfriend!"

Misaka honestly was more offended by the implication that she was not competent enough to buy a guy a shirt by herself. But then, she did drag him along. She could've just bought it late by herself. Maybe.

Kamijou Touma stared at the wall, clearly trying to appear as if he hadn't heard any of it, or maybe he hadn't.

The purchase was made and Misaka and Touma marched (or rather, Misaka marched, Touma was dragged) out of the shop. Misaka then thrust the shirt at Touma.

"Here."

"Ano...thanks, biri-biri."

"Don't call me that!" she said vehemently but smiled regardless.

Touma smiled back. And they stood there for a little bit just smiling. When suddenly Touma realized something and his smiled faded.

"What's wrong?" Asked the electromaster.

"I..uh...seemed to have misplaced my...uh..suitcase." he said, near panic as he turned his head this way and that, and started to make his way back to the shop they had just exited.

He frantically searched the shop, only to have the cashier say that when he entered he didn't have a suitcase with him after he asked her.

Misaka watched him, not knowing what to do, feeling that this was partially her fault.

"My homework, all my terrible homework that I was to finish was in there! Gah! Such misfortune!"

Well, there you have it, my first chapter in my first fan fiction. I really appreciate reviews and constructive criticism. Thanks for reading!