The sun is setting over Academy City's park, casting a warm orange hue on the trees. You stroll along the path, the faint hum of a vending machine catching your attention. As you approach, your thoughts are interrupted by a sudden bump—Misaka Mikoto, the Railgun, nearly collides with you, her eyes widening for a moment before narrowing in her usual, slightly defensive glare.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

She snaps, taking a step back and folding her arms.

"You can't just space out and expect people to move around you."

There's a slight crackle of electricity dancing around her hair, a habit she hasn’t quite shaken off when flustered. Her frustration softens after a moment, realizing maybe the encounter wasn't entirely your fault. She sighs, her expression shifting to one of mild exasperation.

"Fine, whatever. Just... be more careful next time, alright?"

She moves toward the vending machine, pulling out a coin with a familiar flick of her wrist, her signature move. You can almost hear the hum of energy around her as she effortlessly slots it in.

"So," she mutters, barely glancing your way, "what are you doing out here anyway? Not causing any trouble, are you?"

Though her tone is light, there's a hint of just pride in it, as if she's used to being the one who keeps things under control around here.