Volu 2, Ending
Soone was lying in a hospital bed.
But it was not Kamijou Touma.
“…”
Depression hung over Misaka Mikoto in that bed.
Academy City’s #3 had finally joined the ranks of the hospitalized. All the powerful people who had fought in that battle were gathered in this District 7 hospital. Was it supposed to be an RPG inn or sothing?
Now, Mikoto was rich, but she was not in a private room.
Several girls around her age were gathered in this room and soone she knew was lying in the neighboring bed.
If Mikoto was in the hospital, then so was that other girl.
And Shokuhou Misaki seed to be enjoying herself.
She had the look of soone preparing for a sleepover.
“Heh heh heh. Eh heh heh. I always wanted to do this. In the big picture, this is basically having a sleepover with him, right? Now I have a route in and I don’t have to worry about visiting hours. I can stop by his hospital room for so fun whenever I want – morning, noon, or night. This is going to be the best winter break ever!!”
“There’s sothing wrong with you.”
Also, she was wearing a sheer babydoll even in the hospital. Was she planning to only let female doctors and nurses treat her? And since she was brought in as an ergency patient, who had she gotten to bring her that perverted nightwear???
“Misaka-saaan, why are you wearing frog pajamas? You do know everyone can see you in the hospital, right?”
“There really is sothing wrong with you! I don’t think we’ll ever see eye to eye!!”
But aside from that, Misaka Mikoto spoke quietly in the Christmas night.
“We lost.”
“I think that depends a lot on how we define winning and losing.” Shokuhou started out with that carefree comnt, but then she admitted to the facts at hand. “But if you’re talking about protecting him ourselves, then yes, we lost badly. We tried to save him and ended up being saved by him. I can’t say I’m pleased with that.”
Of course, nothing would change if they simply decided they were outmatched.
Mikoto had given up on assuming that they fought on different fields and that a middle schooler could never stand on the sa stage as a high schooler.
So she accepted what had happened and continued from there.
“I want more power.”
She was not referring to the Level system determined by Academy City.
She wanted enough power to protect the things she held dear.
That was like a small key.
This loss had changed her way of thinking, allowing her to view the world in a completely different way.
She never could have done this before.
She was still lying face up in the bed and staring up at the ceiling, but she reached her hand out to the side.
“So help . I know this isn’t over yet and I need your help to get stronger.”
“Sounds good to ☆ This is a surprising amount of honesty ability for you, Misaka-san.”
She felt a definite squeeze at the hand she held out toward the neighboring bed.
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