Aiwass: Holy crap, a box!

[Haiyuan Kyono!!!]

[How many years has it been already?]

This person was not Mitsuki Kōki, but Aizali, a magician from the South American Magic Association "Return of the Winged Ones."

"Where are you headed? If it's convenient, shall we walk together for a while?" Mitsuki Kōki asked with a smile as he approached.

Mikoto on this side had no reaction, but Short-haired Mikoto, sitting "in front of the television," looked utterly miserable.

That week of being pestered by "Mitsuki Kōki" had been a complete nightmare.

But she had experienced that during summer vacation.

On the other side, it had happened as early as May.

Still, something felt off.

"That's Chairman Haiyuan's grandson, Mitsuki Kōki, right? Wow, Misaka, you're two-timing?" Original Shokuhou said with a disgusted look.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?!" Short-haired Mikoto angrily pointed at the screen. "There's no way I'd go for someone like that! And that person might not even be the real Mitsuki Kōki!"

Short-haired Mikoto knew Shokuhou Misaki was doing it deliberately.

As long as she got angry, Shokuhou would enjoy herself.

And she always fell for that kind of provocation.

Aaaah, so annoying!

More than that, Short-haired Mikoto was concerned about something else. "The me in that world... I wonder if she's figured it out..."

Even she herself hadn't noticed it back then.

It was only after the real Mitsuki Kōki escaped that he told her...

"Mm. Sure. I was just about to get breakfast. Want to come with me?"

Long-haired Mikoto in front of the screen nodded and accepted his request.

"Huh?!" Seeing what her counterpart did, Short-haired Mikoto was completely dumbfounded.

How did the other me turn into such an easy-to-win-over idiot?!

No! This was all an illusion! An illusion! It wouldn't scare her!

"Other me, hurry up and notice