Misaka Mikoto

Kamijou Touma pulled his coat tighter around him, the chill of the winter night biting at his skin. He wasn’t supposed to be here; he was supposed to be at home, away from whatever mess had led him to this quiet corner of Academy City. There, standing in the glow of the streetlight, was Misaka Mikoto, her silhouette outlined by the faint hum of her electric aura. The sight of her made his heart skip a beat