Chapter 19: System Identification

“Hey. Stay with me.”

I forced my eyes open.

Misaka Mikoto was right there, crouched in front of me, her usual composure cracked just enough to let something unfamiliar slip through.

Concern.

“…I’m here,” I managed.

It came out rough, but it was enough.

Her shoulders dropped slightly, tension easing—but only a little.

“Can you move?” she asked.

I tried.

My arm twitched. My leg followed a second later, slower, heavier.

“Yeah,” I said after a moment. “Just… give me a second.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she didn’t argue.

Instead, her gaze sharpened.

“You used electricity,” she said.

Straight to it.

“It was pretty strong,” she continued. “Not as good as mine—but close enough.”

I stayed quiet.

“Then you switched,” she went on. “That movement thing—that wasn’t electromagnetism.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“And then fire… That’s not normal.”

I let out a slow breath.

“…I know.”

That got her attention.

“What does that mean?”

I stared up at the sky instead of at her.

“It’s not just one thing,” I said.

The words felt heavier out loud.

“I don’t have just one ability.”

“…That’s not possible,” she said automatically.

“Yeah,” I replied quietly. “I figured you’d say that.”

“Explain.”

Of course.

I closed my eyes briefly, organizing my thoughts.

“…When I interact with someone,” I began, “sometimes I can feel their ability.”

“Feel it how?” she asked immediately.

“Like I can match it.”

Her brow furrowed.

“Match?”

“Resonate,” I corrected softly.

That word stuck.

I could tell.

“When we touched before—by mistake…”

“For a second, my field aligned with yours.”

I swallowed.

“That’s why it felt like I was an Electromaster.”

Mikoto didn’t answer right away.

Her expression didn’t shift much—but something behind it did.

“…That’s not how abilities work,” she said.

“I know.”

No argument.

“But it happens anyway.”

A breeze passed through the training ground, carrying the faint smell of scorched concrete.

“And the fire?” she asked.

There it was.

I hesitated.

“…That wasn’t yours,” I said.

“No kidding.”

“I’ve… felt others before.”

The words lingered.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Before?”

“…Yeah.”

I looked away.

“Not here.”

That was enough.

Silence stretched between us again.

Then—

“…So you can just switch?” she asked.

“Not exactly.”

I flexed my fingers slowly, testing control.

“It’s not like choosing,” I said. “It’s more like… trying to remember the taste of something you had a long time ago. If you’re not familiar with it, it’s hard to get it right.”

“Sometimes it works.”

“Sometimes it doesn’t.”

“And sometimes—”

I stopped.

“…it does something I didn’t expect.”

Mikoto watched me closely.

Then—

“…I hit you too hard,” she said.

The words were quiet.

I blinked.

“I asked for it,” I replied.

She frowned. “That’s not—”

“I did,” I insisted, pushing myself up slightly despite the protest from my body. “I wanted to see your power.”

That stopped her.

“I knew what I was getting into.”

Not completely.

But enough.

“…Still,” she muttered.

I shook my head lightly.

“Don’t blame yourself.”

And it wasn’t her fault.

If anything—

It helped.

I felt clearer.

“…You’re weird,” Mikoto said after a moment.

I let out a weak huff. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”

She glanced at me again, studying.

Trying to understand.

Then she exhaled.

“…This is a pain.”

I laughed.

It hurt.

But it felt normal.

She stepped back, giving me space.

“…Can you stand?” she asked.

I tested it.

My leg trembled—but it held.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll live.”

“Good.”

Then—

“I’m not done with this,” she added.

Of course she wasn’t.

“I figured.”

She turned, already half-facing away.

“…Next time,” she said, “warn me before you pull something like that.”

“Next time?”

She glanced back, a faint spark returning to her eyes.

“I liked this. Didn’t you?”

I smiled.

“…Yeah.”

Good.

As she walked off, faint static trailing around her, I stayed where I was for a moment longer.

Breathing.

Thinking.

Then I pushed myself up fully.

My body protested immediately, a sharp reminder that just because I could move didn’t mean I should be walking around like nothing happened. My leg held, but barely. My shoulder throbbed in slow, heavy pulses.

Still.

Something felt… different.

I exhaled and started toward the edge of the training ground.

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The walk back was slower than usual thanks to my body being very tired.

But my thoughts kept going back to our interaction.

Mikoto’s voice replayed in fragments.

"That’s not normal."

Yeah.

No kidding.

I flexed my fingers as I walked, watching them respond. There was a strange clarity there—like the fight had forced something into place.

And beneath that—

A quiet realization.

I’d gone all out.

And I hadn’t lost control.

That was something, right?

By the time the dorms came into view, the sky had softened into early evening, the light fading into something calmer. 

Students moved in small groups, conversations overlapping, laughter cutting through the quiet.

I stepped inside.

The familiar scent of detergent and polished floors grounded me instantly. Footsteps echoed softly down the hall, doors opening and closing in a rhythm that felt almost scripted.

For a second—

I just stood there.

Letting it settle. Recently life felt like normal

---

Room 312.

I opened the door.

Misaki was already there.

She was sitting on her bed, phone in hand—but the moment I stepped inside, her attention snapped to me.

Too immediate.

“…You’re late,” she said.

No teasing.

I closed the door behind me. “Sorry.”

Her eyes were already moving over me.

Then they stopped.

“…Mirai.”

She had a very serious tone.

“What happened?”

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

She slowly stood up.

Then pointed.

“Your uniform.”

I looked down.

Right.

Burn marks along the sleeve. Warped fabric near the shoulder. Dust and dirt across the skirt.

Not subtle.

“…It’s nothing,” I said.

“It’s not nothing,” she replied instantly.

She walked toward me.

“You left class,” she continued. “You didn’t come back. You don’t answer messages.”

She paused and let out a sigh.

“And now you walk in looking like this.”

She stopped in front of me.

Too close.

“Explain.”

No room to dodge.

I exhaled.

“…I ran into Misaka.”

The shift was immediate.

Her expression didn’t change much—but the air did.

Colder.

“She did this?” she asked.

Controlled anger.

“It was a spar,” I said quickly.

That stopped her.

“A what?”

“A spar,” I repeated. “I agreed to it.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“…You agreed,” she said.

Not convinced. looking me dead in the eyes as if to see if I was lying.

“Yes.”

“First of all,” she paused, “why?”

“Long story…”

“Oh yeah? I’ve got all night,” she said, pulling two chairs and placing them facing each other. “Come on. Let’s hear your great excuse.”

What a pain.

---

“So… let me see if I got this right,” Misaki said, leaning forward slightly, her expression unreadable. “Misaka got suspicious, had enough time to think about it, didn’t come up with anything, and for some reason decided fighting you would solve it all…”

She paused.

“And you agreed.”

Another pause.

“And in the process, you got yourself hurt.”

“…Well… when you put it like that, it sounds stupid.”

“Because it is,” she snapped.

“…Sorry,” I said, looking down.

“Ugh…” she groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Well. What’s done is done, I guess. If life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right?”

“Wait,” I said. “You’re not mad she knows about my abilities?”

Misaki tilted her head.

“Yeah… about that,” she said. “I have some bad news for you.”

My stomach dropped slightly.

“I tried to give you the most normal school life possible,” she continued, “but the school is doing our ability evaluations by the end of the week.”

“And?” I asked, confused.

“That means,” she said simply, “you’ll most likely have to reveal to the whole school that you’re a Level 5 candidate.”

“But I’m not Level 5.”

Misaki gave me a look.

“Come on, Mirai. You can use a magnitude of different powers and even copy Level 5 abilities. Imagine you copied all of them.”

She leaned back slightly.

“That alone would get you classified as Level 5—even if you couldn’t replicate their maximum output.”

I stared at her.

“…That’s insane.”

“It’s Academy City,” she replied. “Everything here is insane.”

I let that sit for a second.

The room felt quieter now.

“…So what happens?” I asked.

Misaki didn’t answer immediately.

She was watching me.

“For you?” she said finally. “That depends on what you choose to do.”

I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

She tilted her head.

“You can keep hiding,” she said. “Stay inconsistent. Keep them guessing. Try to slip through the evaluation without showing too much.”

“And the other option?”

Her lips curved slightly.

“You stop pretending.”

I looked down at my hands.

My mind went straight to the fight with Mikoto.

I mean… I already had a normal school life once. Back then.

Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was normal.

And now?

Now I had something else.

Something more.

I took a slow breath.

Maybe it was time to stop hiding.

Things could get complicated. Messy. Dangerous.

But—

Who cares?

I have powers people dream of having.

Why am I still acting like I’m afraid of them?

I looked up at Misaki, resolve settling into place.

“I’m going all out.”

She watched me for a moment, like she was waiting for me to hesitate.

I didn’t.

“…Okay.”

That was it.

“Wait—you’re not against this?” I asked, surprised. “After everything you’ve done to keep me under the radar?”

She shrugged lightly.

“It’s your choice, right?” she said. “I’m supporting whatever you choose.”

A small pause.

“That’s what friends do.”

That hit harder than I expected.

Before I could stop it, my vision blurred.

“…Seriously?” I muttered, wiping at my eyes. Damn hormones…

She didn’t laugh.

She just stepped forward and pulled me into a hug.

I didn’t realize how much I needed that until it happened.

After what felt like a long time—long enough for my breathing to settle and my thoughts to stop racing—she pulled back slightly.

“Well,” she said, like nothing had just happened, “now that that’s settled…”

She straightened.

“…we need a plan.”

“A plan?”

“Of course,” she replied. “You didn’t think we’d just wing your debut as a Level 5, did you?”

“…That sounds weird when you say it like that.”

She smirked.

Then—

She stepped in front of me again.

“Which brings us back to lemons,” she said lightly.

I blinked. “…What?”

“If life gives you lemons—”

“—make lemonade,” I finished.

“Exactly.”

Her smile sharpened.

“If the school is going to look at you like a Level 5 anyway, then we make sure you look like one.”

My stomach tightened slightly.

“That means control,” she continued. “Consistency. We get you ready.”

“…You’re turning me into a project,” I muttered.

“I’m showing you how to survive,” she corrected.

That shut me up.

“So,” she added, like she’d already moved on three steps ahead, “I want you to trick Misaka into helping you. Now that she knows about your abilities, we might as well use that brute to our advantage.”

“Uh… why not just tell her everything and ask for help?”

Misaki gave me a look.

“And why would you think that would work?”

“I just know.”

She stared at me for a second longer than necessary.

“…Ugh,” she sighed. “You know what? Fine. Do what you want. If it doesn’t work, don’t come crying to me afterward.”

“Sure.”

“Anyway,” she continued, tone shifting back to business, “I’ll be training you on my ability. You need to be able to use it at least at a stable Level 4 if you want a chance to protect yourself.”

She crossed her arms.

“There are a lot of strange people out there. Some of them will try to challenge you just to prove they’re stronger and earn the title of Level 5.”

A pause.

“And if Misaka agrees to help, good for you. If not, you’ll need a backup plan.”

That was fair.

But still—

There was no need to worry.

I knew Mikoto wasn’t the kind of person who would leave someone to struggle alone if they asked for help.

“Okay,” Misaki said, clapping once. “We don’t have much time until the evaluation, so we start now.”

“…What?”

“You heard me,” she replied, already heading for the door. “Let’s go.”

“Now?”

“Now.”

She tossed something at me.

I caught it instinctively.

One of her spare controllers.

“Grab that and move,” she said. “And remember—if we get caught, we’re definitely getting in trouble for breaking curfew.”

I sighed, but followed her anyway.

Of course this was how it was going to be.

---

Meanwhile, in another part of the city—

A tall boy with striking red hair, multiple piercings, and a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips stood under the dim glow of a streetlight.

Across from him was a woman with long black hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a white shirt tied just below her chest and asymmetrical jeans—one leg covered, the other exposing toned skin like a pair of shorts.

Stiyl Magnus exhaled smoke slowly, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t you think it’s strange?” he said. “An anomaly like that appearing right after we got here.”

He glanced sideways.

“Do you know what it is yet?”

Kanzaki Kaori shook her head slightly.

“It’s strange,” she said quietly. “I’ve never felt anything like it before.”

A small pause.

“It feels… out of this world.”

Stiyl frowned.

“…You want to look for it before we continue searching for Index?”

Kanzaki’s gaze shifted toward the distance.

“I’ll go after it,” she said. “You continue the search.”

“You’re splitting up?”

“I don’t feel it anymore,” she continued, ignoring the question. “But if I get close enough, I’ll be able to track it.”

Stiyl clicked his tongue.

“Send a signal if you need help.”

Then, quieter—

“…Though I doubt you will.”