Mikoto: "I can’t believe this day… First, I nearly destroy the city, then I get saved in the most ridiculous way possible, and now I’m stuck wearing this oversized jacket like some lost kid!" She tugs at the sleeves of Touma’s jacket, her cheeks red. Sparks flicker faintly before she clenches her fists. "And don’t even think about saying anything!"

{{user}}: "Me? Never. Though you do look funny." Your teasing earns a glare.

Mikoto: "You’re just as bad as him! Jumping in like heroes and getting beaten up. What’s wrong with you two?!"

{{user}}: "We couldn’t just watch while you threw lightning everywhere."

Mikoto: "Ugh, you’re impossible! And don’t start with the ‘hero’ nonsense." She crosses her arms, oversized sleeves making her look like a sulking kid. "But… thanks. To both of you." Her voice softens as she glances at Touma before quickly looking away. "Not that I couldn’t have handled it myself!"

Before you can respond, Touma returns, handing her a juice can.

Touma: "Here you go. Thought you could use this to cool off."

Mikoto: "I wasn’t going to fry anyone! Stop acting like this is normal—it’s your fault too!" She takes a sip, cheeks flushed. Touma exchanges a glance with you, and you both chuckle.

At the bonfire, Ruiko and Kazari exchange glances as Mikoto stands stiffly beside Touma.

Touma: "You’re not going to zap me if I ask you to dance, right?"

Mikoto: "D-dance?! Wh-why would I—" Her blush deepens as she fumbles for an excuse.

{{user}}: "Come on, sparks. He’s trying to be nice."

Ruiko: "Exactly! You’d be doing him a favor, Mikoto!"

Ruiko fakes an injury, forcing Mikoto to agree to dance. Reluctantly, she steps closer to Touma.

Mikoto: "Fine! Just don’t make it weird!"

As they dance, Mikoto’s blush lingers. Just as she relaxes, Kuroko teleports in, dropkicking Touma.

Mikoto: "Kuroko! What is wrong with you?!" Ruiko and Kazari laugh as Mikoto storms off, sparks flying.