Whether it took a month, a year, or even ten years, she would keep waiting—waiting for his return, waiting for him to appear again.
"Shokuhou Misaki, aren't you tired? Sweeping snow and picking up trash like this must be exhausting, right?"
Misaka Mikoto's words drifted out, carrying a faintly coaxing tone.
She knew Shokuhou Misaki was hopelessly weak physically, so the two of them ought to be able to cooperate.
"Sorry, Misaka. My subordinates were simply too enthusiastic and snatched my share of the work away."
"...So although I'd also like to join everyone and contribute to Academy City, all I can do now is stand to the side and watch everyone work hard."
Shokuhou Misaki looked at Misaka Mikoto with an ambiguous smile and teased, "...If you have something to say, Misaka, just say it. Don't beat around the bush like this."
Misaka Mikoto was gritting her teeth. Under Shokuhou Misaki's teasing gaze, she steeled herself and said,
"...If you used 'Mind's Eye,' we could easily brainwash the teachers, right?"
"Don't you think this activity is completely unnecessary?"
Misaka Mikoto wanted nothing more than to hurry back to the dormitory. It was simply too cold here.
Who would have thought that Shokuhou Misaki would spread her hands and say, "...Sorry, Misaka."
"...The teachers know about this situation too, so they've pinned cameras to their chests and are wearing smart glasses."
"The surveillance cameras nearby have also been watching this place the whole time. There are absolutely no blind spots. Even if I used 'Mind's Eye,' those machines would record it."
Misaka Mikoto's spirits suddenly lifted. "...Isn't this the perfect chance for us to work together? I'll destroy all the machines, and you brainwash the teachers!"
"Misaka's suggestion is truly tempting."
Yet as Misaka Mikoto grew excited, Shokuhou Misaki shook