Misaka sighed, wondering what all t

Misaka sighed, wondering what all that was about before turning her attention back to Touma. "That was irresponsible of her…hey, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine – OUCH!"
Misaka had punched him. Hard.
Touma fell back, and was now clutching his face. "What was that for?"
"You – big – blundering – moronic – idiot!" She yelled.
There was no doubt about it. Misaka was angry, and Touma was about to face the storm. He didn't know whether to stay put or not – this girl was about as dangerous as the other Magicians that he had ever faced.
But then again, a part of him distinctively knew what she was trying to say. And, true to his word, Touma saw something other than anger in those hazel eyes. Those eyes were filled with anger and exasperation, true – but Touma saw worry and fear in them as well.
She was worried for him, wasn't she?
Touma smiled faintly to himself. He knew she was just never open in expressing herself. "I'm sorry, Misaka."
He was expecting her to blush and continue on with some torturous physical hits, but she didn't. Misaka sat in front of him with a sigh, caressing his face. "That will bruise."
"You did that to me," he stated bluntly.
She flinched and gave him a half-hearted glare. "Like I said, you were being an idiot. Who on earth would jump right in the middle of a heated battle? You know, without your Imagine Breaker, you would have died many times – not only by my hand, but others as well." Without really thinking, she grabbed his right palm and inspected it. It looked unblemished, unscratched – good as new. "Amazing…after all these times, it still doesn't look affected."
Touma allowed her to do the inspecting, enjoying the feeling of his palm in hers. When he had intervened in Misaka and Lessar's battle earlier on, he had stretched out his right palm into the crossfire, which negated the powers of both Esper and Magician – which allowed him to escape, unharmed.
"…why?" Her whisper was so soft that Touma wondered whether that question was directed at him or not. "Why, Touma? You could have been killed," she said, even louder this time.
Touma grinned. "It was a reflex action.
Her eyebrow twitched. "You could have died."
"I didn't. Right hand here, see?"
"That is so not the point, moron."
"Then what is?"
"Like I said, you could have died!"
"And the thing is," Touma said calmly, "I didn't."
Misaka slapped a palm to her face in frustration. "And like I said, that's not the point!"
Touma raised an eyebrow. "And like I asked, what is?"
"Honestly, I never knew you could be that dense," Misaka said with a sigh. "Have you ever considered what could have happened if it hadn't been your right hand that entered the fray first? Our powers were raging, you know. Have you ever thought what would have happened if you really died? How do you think I'd be able to face your friends? When you die, you just…die. You don't come back. How would I be able to live with it?"
"Ah," Touma said, nodding understandingly. "So you really were worried."
Misaka wanted to scream at him and say that she wasn't, but that would be an obvious lie. Instead, she tried asking again. "Why did you do something so reckless?

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Misaka thở dài, tự hỏi những gì tất cả những gì đã về trước khi chuyển sự chú ý của cô quay lại Touma. "Đó là vô trách nhiệm của cô.. hey, làm thế nào bạn cảm thấy?""Tôi không sao-OUCH!"Misaka đã đấm anh ta. Khó khăn.Touma rơi trở lại, và là bây giờ ôm khuôn mặt của mình. "Những gì đã là cho?""-Lớn-mắc-moronic-ngốc!" Cô hét.Có là không có nghi ngờ về nó. Misaka là tức giận, và Touma là về để đối mặt với cơn bão. Ông không biết liệu để ở lại hay không-cô gái này là khoảng như nguy hiểm như các nhà ảo thuật khác mà ông đã bao giờ phải đối mặt.Nhưng sau đó một lần nữa, một phần của ông distinctively biết những gì cô đã cố gắng để nói. Và, thực sự để từ của mình, Touma thấy một cái gì đó khác hơn so với sự tức giận trong đôi mắt Tram. Những đôi mắt đã được lấp đầy với sự tức giận và sự bực tức, đúng- nhưng Touma thấy lo lắng và sợ hãi trong đó là tốt.Cô đã lo lắng cho anh ta, không phải là nó?Touma cười nhạt cho mình. Ông biết rằng cô là chỉ cần không bao giờ mở trong thể hiện mình. "Rất tiếc, Misaka."Ông đã mong cô blush và tiếp tục với một số lượt truy cập vật lý torturous, nhưng cô ấy không. Misaka ngồi ở phía trước của anh ta với một sigh, vuốt ve khuôn mặt của mình. "Đó sẽ bruise.""Bạn đã làm điều đó với tôi," ông nói thẳng thắn.She flinched and gave him a half-hearted glare. "Like I said, you were being an idiot. Who on earth would jump right in the middle of a heated battle? You know, without your Imagine Breaker, you would have died many times – not only by my hand, but others as well." Without really thinking, she grabbed his right palm and inspected it. It looked unblemished, unscratched – good as new. "Amazing…after all these times, it still doesn't look affected."Touma allowed her to do the inspecting, enjoying the feeling of his palm in hers. When he had intervened in Misaka and Lessar's battle earlier on, he had stretched out his right palm into the crossfire, which negated the powers of both Esper and Magician – which allowed him to escape, unharmed."…why?" Her whisper was so soft that Touma wondered whether that question was directed at him or not. "Why, Touma? You could have been killed," she said, even louder this time.Touma grinned. "It was a reflex action.Her eyebrow twitched. "You could have died.""I didn't. Right hand here, see?""That is so not the point, moron.""Then what is?""Like I said, you could have died!""And the thing is," Touma said calmly, "I didn't."Misaka slapped a palm to her face in frustration. "And like I said, that's not the point!"Touma raised an eyebrow. "And like I asked, what is?""Honestly, I never knew you could be that dense," Misaka said with a sigh. "Have you ever considered what could have happened if it hadn't been your right hand that entered the fray first? Our powers were raging, you know. Have you ever thought what would have happened if you really died? How do you think I'd be able to face your friends? When you die, you just…die. You don't come back. How would I be able to live with it?""Ah," Touma said, nodding understandingly. "So you really were worried."Misaka wanted to scream at him and say that she wasn't, but that would be an obvious lie. Instead, she tried asking again. "Why did you do something so reckless?