Our favorite spiky-haired asian boy moved through the halls swiftly. As if her were a ninja of the fuma clan, he dashed from one side of the hall to another. Kamijou had been in plenty battles in his life but no other had been as stressing and dangerous as this one. One false move could be the end of him, and his right hand, Imagine Breaker had no way of protect him.
Running on shaky legs, Kamijou nearly fell trying to get behind another set of lockers. He carefully checked left and right, making sure for there not to be any students or the enemy around anywhere. If this were a video game, Kamijou would have used the third-person view and camera angles so that he could see clearly and not stick his head out.
This challenge was more dangerous than the battles with Accelerator and Fiamma of the Right put together. Both fights, he had been on the brink of death from. If Kamijou were to make a fatal mistake here, there was no guarantee he could come back alive.
But even so…….
Even so, Kamijou Touma clenched his shaking, powerless right hand into a fist. He swiped away the fear in his mind and stepped forward. The destination was five feet away.
Kamijou stepped onto the floor and sent himself directly in front of the goal, the fifth locker! He grabbed the handle of it, stopping the momentum from moving him any further. Immediately after, a hairpin slid out of his sleeve and into his fingers. Like a master thief, the hairpin was thrust inside the hole of the lock before him
If one of Kamijou’s idiot friends had been here, they probably would have made a joke about this, like how this is the only hole he’ll ever stick his thing inside of.
Thankfully they weren’t but it’s too late, the anger from just thinking about that joke causes his movements to be violent and sloppy.
Because of that, it took longer than expected but eventually he managed to get the lock open
“There! Now just to put this in and get away as fast as possible!
……….Eh, wait, what’s this?……….Unzen Myouri? Who the hell is that? AH! DAMMIT I GOT THE WRONG LOCKER!!!!!”
Fifteen Minutes later after Touma is chased around the school by the disciplinary commitie for breaking and entering into a student locker by
Covered in sweat and bruises, Kamijou slumps down a nearby wall, completely exhausted. It was only until then that he finally came across her. Maybe because of all the injuries to the head, but like an RPG, he could see her stats
But Kamijou Touma wasn’t going to back down because of that, he would face this Final Boss even if it meant his life. He wasn’t sure where this determination came from, there weren’t even any lives in risk beside his own.
It was true this girl had physically abused Kamijou right after meeting him. Although that didn’t mean he couldn’t do this sort of thing for her. He could tell she was a kind person besides her ice-queen attitude.
She simply wanted the students(Kamijou included) to obey the rules. He couldn’t fully help with that because of circumstances, but he did respect her ideals. So he’ll do this
“Screw doing it in secret! I’ll just do it here!”
Either way, Kamijou pulled the item out of his backpack
There it was
A red bra was presented, it sparked beautifully
Across it read; Merry Christmas
but there was a problem
Perhaps it was from the recent chase, but
the bra looked as if it had been stepped on repeatedly and was completely out of shape