Ototuo! Shota Accel!

Chapter 4.

Contrary to popular belief, Wattpad's Tag Rankings is actually made to show which story has more voting/reads/unique-readers per day rate. And for this fic to land 3rd compared the titans such as TTBN, ACRA, RRtR, TN1C, and ACSA:COTE. God damn...

Now let's see how fast this fic will drop from the rankings. I say I'll be down to 10th in a week, which means when this chapter is out. What about you guys?

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It was 6 in the morning when an alarm clock chirped.

A girl with straight peach coloured hair rose from under her cover to silence the ringing. Her tired eyes surveyed the dorm room, stopping on the other member.

The petite first year stretched, her red pajamas stature exposed to the morning rays. After a small yawn, she makes her way to the ace of Tokiwadai.

With light nudges and whispering into the other person's ears, much to her delight at being able to sniff in a scent of Onee-sama's early morning smell, she attempts to wake her up.

"..mm..mm. Five more minutes."

Mikoto spoke somnolently.

"Onee-sama you need to get ready. I've warned you about staying up late. This is no one else's fault but you own."

Mikoto wrapped herself tightly like a gift, her sheets the wrapper. Her silky smooth body pressed intimately on the paper wall.

"I don't wanna…" Was all Kuroko got.

"You know the dorm Supervisor will punish us both, right?"

Mikoto let out a vexing sigh and unwrapped the gift that was her. Facing Kuroko, her foul expression screamed 'I need sleep'. Her eyes were squinted but clear signs of pink were present.

Unlike most days where she would wake up with her hair in the same manner she left it the day before, hell, entire appearance is a pile of mess. But today was different. It was rather messy. Her bangs sticking to her forehead. Her pajamas aren't even buttoned right. Not to mention, her skin is still glistening. Was last night really that hot?

"Good morning,"

Kuroko said, jolly.

"Save me your patronizing."

Mikoto rubs her eyes.

"Hehehe, alright alright. As long as Onee-sama agrees Kuroko knows best."

Kuroko took a moment to wipe the drool from her mouth and giggled. Misaka merely groaned, grumbling a few words under her breath that she couldn't really decipher.

"Now that you agree, how about we get rid of that unsightly underwear and try out one of those special panties I brought you, maybe dump the shorts to flaunt it."

...

"Oh but wait... that would mean people other than me might see you dress kinky."

With cartoon-like movements, Kuroko squirmed.

"NO! NO! NOOO! I don't want… but then again it's a rare opportunity. Aaaaaaaa! I can't choooose!"

Mikoto slowly lifts her arms, grabbing a hold of her roommate's glittering cheeks.

"I might be too tired to blast you but I can still pinch."

Repeatedly she twists and pulls the lump of many fats and tissues that were Kuroko's cheeks until they turn a light hue of pink.