When she pushed open the door, Short-haired Mikoto found her long-haired self leaning against someone else.
Their foreheads were pressed together, looking utterly intimate.
And that other person was...
"Uh—ah?!"
Shokuhou Misaki.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
There was no way she could become best friends with Shokuhou!
Ah—no, wait, what these two were doing... this was practically beyond the bounds of best friends!!!
So Where Were the Magic Gods? They Were All Burned as Lords of Cinder!
Anything else would have been fine, but she absolutely could not accept herself getting all touchy-feely with Shokuhou.
—I refuse!
I refuse this one thing!
Short-haired Mikoto felt that this was absurd.
The scene was simply far too delicate.
Only after a long while did the two finally separate their foreheads.
Her other self gently fell into Shokuhou's arms.
Seeing Shokuhou Misaki brimming with boyfriend energy made goosebumps rise all over Short-haired Mikoto.
And the target of that boyfriend energy was actually herself!
[Laughing my ass off] [Don't mention it—someone in my Danmaku room really laughed so hard they nearly collapsed onto the floor] [Everyone in the Danmaku room is a true fan, 233] [I can't take it anymore, I really can't, hahahaha] [Oh my god, so this is how we're playing it?] [This is the god-tier scene of two Mikotos meeting] [I've never watched A Certain Magical Index, but your reactions are making me die laughing] [I have no idea how short-haired Railgun is supposed to face the original Shokuhou now] [What a pity. It would have been even more fun if they brought the original Shokuhou over too] [The Queen over there is currently in an intense PK with another Kihara Genji, so she probably doesn't have time] [I laughed until I got dizzy]
"Mm... you're already here, my other