"Ugh~ Why hasn't that guy come looking for me? No messages either… Does he expect me to go to him? No way… I'm absolutely not doing that, hmph~"
At Toyogida Academy, in the manga club's elite drawing room, Sawamura Spencer Eriri muttered to herself.
Her hands never stopped, fluid lines forming on the page, crafting near-perfect illustrations.
Her fair cheeks flushed red, her eyes darting within their frames.
In just half an hour, she completed a short manga.
"Ah!"
Seeing the artwork, she let out a shy squeal, crumpling the paper into a ball and tossing it aside.
The paper ball rolled across the floor, stopping at Samuel's feet.
He glanced around, noting scattered paper balls everywhere.
With a flicker of electric arcs, he levitated one, unfolding it…
"Tch, tch, tch… Such fine work, why throw it away?"
"Ugh Wah"
Eriri looked up, seeing Samuel admiring her latest piece. She shrieked in embarrassment… her social death was now sealed.
"Wahhh~"
Before, the male protagonist in the doujinshi she gave Samuel was faceless. These new pages… had a face.
"Ugh~"
Eriri covered her face, peeking through her fingers at Samuel, then quickly closing them in self-delusion.
"Heh~"
Samuel scooped her up by the waist, sitting in her chair. A smirk played on his lips as he gently lifted her chin.
With a snap of his fingers (no actual snap, just for effect), the scattered paper balls floated up, unfurling. Illustrations surrounded them.
As expected, the male protagonist was Samuel in every one, with Eriri herself as the heroine in various roles.
His gaze swept over them, his smile growing more genuine.
"Eriri… need some material for inspiration?"
"N-No…"
"Phew~"
"Ugh~"
As Samuel's warm breath brushed her ear, Eriri's eyes sparkled like misty gems, the most beautiful in the world.
"Mwah~"
Samuel planted a quick kiss.
"Ugh~"
"Need material?"
Hearing his words again, Eriri shot him a sidelong glance and closed her eyes.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. Why had things progressed so fast? Just three meetings, and she'd completely given in. It was illogical, unscientific, unreal.
Yet it felt like a fairy tale—Snow White meeting her Prince Charming, betrothed after a single encounter.
Process and outcome were certain, necessary, but not predestined. A process didn't guarantee a specific result.
"The Blonde Ojou-sama's Studio" (possible side story later)
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June 10th, night.
Two months had passed, and Samuel's collaboration with Aiwass was going smoothly, refining the Artificial Heaven.
Samuel still enjoyed wandering Academy City at night, with a purpose…
"Hey, miss… wanna hang with us? Go karaoke?"
Spotting a group of thugs harassing a girl in a Tokiwadai uniform with short chestnut hair and bright eyes, Samuel knew it was time to act.
Dealing with punks harassing girls usually required two steps:
First, play the hero to charm the girl.
Second, save the clueless thugs from trouble—cleaning up messes was a hassle.
This situation… felt familiar.
"Morons!"
"Huh? Judgment? Wait… the legend?"
"I'm no legend. Idiots, if you're gonna flirt, pick a better target! Are you blind? Look at that uniform—commit it to memory. Don't mess with girls like her… You're ruining my hero moment!"
"Hey! Don't underestimate us! Just because you're Judgment—"
Zzt, zzt, zzt~
Blue lightning writhed like serpents, illuminating the alley.
"Hey, you got nothing better to do?"
"You're the one with too much free time! Level 5 Number Four, Railgun! Misaka Mikoto!"
Samuel raised a hand, looking wryly at the girl crackling with electricity.
Misaka Mikoto, Tokiwadai's Level 5, Number Four, titled Railgun.
He'd met her during a date with Shokuhou Misaki and crossed paths a few times on his night patrols.
"Since you're interrupting my fun… let's play!"
Surging blue thunder roared like waves, crashing toward Samuel.
The current's heat scorched the ground and walls black, but a one-meter radius around Samuel—and the thugs, whom Mikoto deliberately spared—remained untouched. She was fishing to teach, not kill.
"No use… My ability nullifies your electrons. You can't hurt me."
"Hmph~"
Mikoto gathered iron particles from the surroundings, forming a blade-like construct in her hand. Millions of iron sand grains vibrated, creating a weapon that looked like a metal rod but could slice steel effortlessly, its cutting power rivaling a Tachyon Lance laser with solar corona heat.
"Sigh! Why are you Level 5s so stubborn? Gotta teach you a lesson, huh?"
"Come at me! But watch out—this'll draw blood!"
Mikoto grinned, closing the distance with light steps, her blade slashing swiftly.
"Look, it's fine against me, but don't use that on others! It's not just 'drawing blood'!"
A ripple pulsed from the alley's depths.
Snap~
"Look closely—this is a white-bottomed frog!"
"You jerk!!!"
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