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A Guide On How To Shower, By Mikoto Misaka [RP] [Telesbian]

Mikoto heaved a sigh of relief, massaging her poor wrist for a moment, then realised she was standing slightly closer to her drawer than before.

Her mouth opened to yell at Kuroko, then closed before she could actually say anything. What had she gotten herself into? The mess of lace and black and white cloth produting from the lip of the drawer was drawing, hah, her eye almost magnetically, and she felt a helpless blush tinge her cheeks.

"Y-you’re still watching at me," she mumbled, guessing it was true, drifting over with trepidation. Okay. This wasn’t going to be so bad. Right? Honestly, how bad could it be?

Her fingers moved in experimentally and pulled at one set of underwear, and when they surfaced Mikoto saw that she had somehow managed to select a pair of crotchless panties.

Mikoto froze, and her heart nearly stopped as the blood in her body went rushing to her face, hands shaking.

Well, at least she had an answer for how bad it could be.

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At the sight of the crotchless panties, Kuroko's heart almost stopped completely. Even she was blushing as she placed both her hands on her cheeks and let out an excited squeal. "My, Onee-sama, how daring! Why, just the thought of Onee-sama walking around with those, Kuroko is...," she trailed off into a fit of low giggles and some slight heavy breathing. "Eheheh... Onee-sama..."

She was quite off in her own little fantasy world, but eventually came back to reality with a jolt of realization. "Ah! Of course, as you said, Kuroko promised not to watch... perhaps Onee-sama would be more comfortable changing in the bathroom, no?" she said with an innocent smile. While she would rather Mikoto change then and there personally (easier to get a peek in, after all), she knew her best friend had a tendency to lash out in moments of extreme embarrassment. With how long she had been able to hold out so far, Kuroko could only imagine how bad it would be if she pushed things any further and accidentally went too far now.

But she had to admit, despite the fits of anger that sometimes came over her as a result, her Onee-sama was adorable when she was embarrassed. Just seeing the reddish tint on her face gave Kuroko a rush every time - then the stuttering, and the denial, and, yes, even when she became angry she couldn't help but think of how cute she was. Really, even if Mikoto backed out from this "deal" of theirs now, she was pretty sure she could die happy with the image of her blushing face staring at the crotchless panties she held up burned into her mind.

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["Jenny, take my hand, I cannot pretend why I never like your new boyfriend."]

[[Onee-sama, darling, you're my best friendBut there's a few things that you don't know ofWhy I borrow your chapstick so oftenI'm using your shirt as a pillow caseI wanna ruin our friendshipWe should be lovers insteadI don't know how to say this'Cause you're really my dearest friendOnee-sama, darling, you're my best friendI've been doing bad things that you don't know aboutStealing your stuff now and thenNothing you'd miss but it means the world to meI wanna ruin our friendshipWe should be lovers insteadI don't know how to say this'Cause you're really my dearest friendI wanna ruin our friendshipI don't know how to say this'Cause you're really my dearest friendOnee-sama take my hand'Cause we are more than friendsI will follow you until the endOnee-sama take my handI cannot pretendWhy I never liked that troglodyteOh, your love for him won't last longForget that level 0Oh, your love for him won't last longForget that level 0Forget that level 0I wanna ruin our friendshipWe should be lovers insteadI don't know how to say this'Cause you're really my dearest friendOh, your love for him won't last longWe should be lovers insteadOh, your love for him won't last long'Cause you're really my dearest friendWe should be lovers instead'Cause you're really my dearest friendOnee-sama...]]

#long post #ooc #biribiribitch

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A Guide On How To Shower, By Mikoto Misaka [RP] [Telesbian]

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Mikoto felt a slight pang of guilt for immediately accusing Kuroko of having done this to her precious boxer drawer. (She didn’t exactly worship them as Kuroko worshipped lingerie, but it often felt like she slid into that position defensively.) Truth be told, the younger girl really did a lot for her, both openly and quietly, helping her have a good life. Something like this - hiding something of hers - wasn’t Kuroko’s style.

"Your ‘efforts’…" Mikoto growled, her eyebrow twitching, and then another possibility occurred to her. What if one of her fangirls had done this? Well, probably not the lingerie part, but the theft of her underwear seemed right in line with what she was used to. Then Kuroko had passed by, discovered the theft, and seized the opportunity… Yes, that seemed plausible.

Her anger slightly mellowed, she surfaced from her thoughts just in time to hear Kuroko attempt a little light blackmail, and immediately her mood plummeted. “Ku-ro-ko,” Mikoto said, a dangerous grin twtiching at the corners of her mouth. “I’m trapped here because I was trying to put my life in order. My dear, sweet kouhai wouldn’t dare be so cruel as to take advantage of her precious onee-sama at such a helpless point in time, now, would she?”

Even as she growled, Mikoto’s expression drifted from threatening back into ‘worried’. Unless she wanted to torch the bed or cut it apart with metal, she couldn’t directly use her Ability to get free. If Kuroko’s spine held out, she might really end up wearing such an awful thing.

She swore again in the privacy of her own head, biting her lip, the sweat beginning to pool on her forehead. No, she still had to de-upend their room or face the wrath of the dorm mistress (and Kuroko might be willing to go to the ends of the Earth for her, but she wouldn’t step in there), and Kuroko was her only shot at getting free with enough time left in the day to do that.

Mikoto made a frustrated noise and turned her head to the side, shoulders rising and falling in agitation. “Ugh! Fine, fine, but just get me out of this stupid frame! And-” Somehow, she’d lost the ability to make eye contact. “I-I’m not changing in front of you, g-got that?”

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Honestly, Kuroko didn't expect Mikoto to actually agree to her terms. She rarely did, and of course, being her best friend, she would've helped her either way - it was just that surely there would be no harm in trying; by now her body had become very accustomed to the... shock therapy her Onee-sama was a fan of administering to her in situations like this.

So hearing her (albeit reluctant) agreement, Kuroko couldn't help but appear shocked for a few seconds. But then the shock quickly turned to joy, and she began to jump up and down like an excited fangirl, hands clasped together in front of her chest. "Hehehe, Kuroko knew Onee-sama would give in to her charm eventually~! And this is only the beginning!"

She bent down to place one hand on the girl's shoulder, a smug look on her face, and with the wonders of teleportation freed Mikoto's hand from the prison of her wooden bedframe. As an added bonus, she made sure the girl reappeared a reasonably close distance to the drawer which Kuroko had filled with her "gifts."

"Go on, Onee-sama~! Kuroko promises not to watch," she urged, her voice a mixture of excitement and impatience.

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[[probably a weird time to post this but i guess i should introduce myself even though... 2 of my current 3 followers already know me

im mariah/coe and im a massive 17-year-old lesbian who loves kuroko shirai

my main blog is http://kurokoshirai.tumblr.com/ lol

im really bad at replying quickly and honestly i have no idea how active i'll be on here.

this is my first indie rp blog. i've rped once- actually twice on tumblr, for a harvest moon/rune factory rp and then for a pokemon gijinka rp, but the hm/rf rp is the only experience i have with rping a non-OC. otherwise i've mostly only RP'd pokemon stuff for the last few years (used to be heavily involved in warrior cats RPs though lmao)

biribiribitch basically convinced me to make this blog to rp mikokuro so yea

most of this is now on my /mun page but still thought i should make a post about it]]

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A Guide On How To Shower, By Mikoto Misaka [RP] [Telesbian]

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Mikoto heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately failing to make any sort of suggestive motion with her lack of a chest, grateful for Kuroko’s sanity. “…Hey, why are you disappointed…?”, she grumbled, heaving one more time and grunting in annoyance when she failed once more to free herself.

The old argument, again. Mikoto sometimes wondered if Kuroko knew what she looked like from the outside, a girl of her age steadfastly supporting wearing scandalous, impractical underwear. “How do you ever manage to run in that kind of clothing?”, she countered. “Doesn’t it… chafe? Or catch on the inside of your skirt? Boxers are practical, make sure these short skirts don’t show anything, and they’re comfortable too.” She folded her arms, or at least tried to. “Anyway, I’d only wear something as outrageous as that when I knew it’d be seen.”

"You know exactly why," Mikoto grumbled, demonstrating that her hand was stuck by heaving and chafing her wrist against the wood. "You decided that I shouldn’t wear my shorts any more and hid them, replacing them with…" She pointed at the still-open boxer drawer, with a nightmare (or dream, for Kuroko) of lace and black lace spilling over the rim, unable to say it out loud, a blush spreading onto her face.

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Kuroko caught the hint about Mikoto's hand, but first her head turned in the direction to which her other hand gestured, and upon seeing the opened drawer, Kuroko's entire body immediately stiffened. She didn't turn back to look at the other girl, instead lowering her gaze towards the floor to avoid letting her see the clear admission of guilt written on her face. Still facing away from her, she mumbled to herself, though still likely audible to Mikoto, "So Onee-sama has already seen..."

For a few long seconds after that, she remained silent, contemplating how best to weasel her way out of this. Then, suddenly, she turned to Mikoto with a light turn on her heel, hands clasping together and pressing against her face in a happy-go-lucky expression. Even so, considering the way the corners of her lips twitched and the beads of sweat trickling down from her forehead, her guilt was still pretty evident. "Well, in any case, isn't it too early to make assumptions, Onee-sama? I made sure to pick out only the best for you!" Adopting a pouty face, she added with a whiny tone, "Would Onee-sama truly be so cruel as to let Kuroko's efforts go to waste?"

And then with another rapid change of emotions, she adopted a much more confident stance, straightening herself up and placing one hand horizontally parallel to her chest. Her eyes were closed as she spoke. "Besides, such low-quality underwear as the type Onee-sama wears must surely be distracting to run about in when she can feel it rubbing against her skin, yes? I can assure you, what I have picked out for you will make you feel like you're wearing nothing at all! Much more comfortable; not to mention the higher quality suits one of Onee-sama's status."

She opened one eye to make sure Mikoto wasn't preparing to completely lose her temper when she caught sight of her hand between the wooden bedframe and suddenly recalled the problem. A mischevious look flashed across her face, almost immediately replaced by a sickeningly sweet expression.

"Ah, Onee-sama's hand seems to be stuck, isn't it? If I use my teleportation, that could be fixed in a matter of seconds." A light giggle. "If Kuroko helps Onee-sama, will she agree to try on one of her gifts?"

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A Guide On How To Shower, By Mikoto Misaka [RP] [Telesbian]

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"Ack- Kuroko, no, wait-!" Mikoto wriggled helplessly, too off-balance with one of her hands stuck beneath her to pry the teleporter off her torso. (Thankfully, the rubbing was Kuroko’s cheek against her back, and not any part of Kuroko’s on her front, which was not an unfamiliar sensation for Mikoto.)

Some sense of Kuroko’s sanity returned, and Mikoto sighed in relief. “No, idiot. I wouldn’t be so stupid as to lose something that important,” Mikoto huffed, something of the ojousama attitude she professed to hate trickling through.

"A-and anyway, besidies th-that, h-haven’t you already seen wh-what I can’t find?", Mikoto went on, cursing the rush of blood to her face. At least it hadn’t been Gekota panties she was wearing. "S-stop playing dumb!" Whether that was an accusation or a question on whether Kuroko had already looked up her skirt was impossible to tell.

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"Seen what you can't find...?" The question was a bit too vague for Kuroko to understand at first, but after some careful deliberation the answer eventually, and reluctantly, came to her. "... Ah." She huffed, quite disappointed to realize that what she had believed to be a unique love confession from her beloved Onee-sama was in fact just a part of her search for some lost object.

She teleported off the older girl, reappearing in a standing position by the side of the bed. "So Onee-sama simply lost her shorts... well, I suppose that even if she did wish to confess her love, it would be rather uncharacteristic of her to do it with such an... immodest display such as the one she gave me." Kuroko paused briefly, putting her hands on her hips and giving Mikoto a condescending look before continuing. "Honestly, Onee-sama, I cannot understand why you continue to wear them. They are completely unbefitting of a young lady, especially one of your status..."

She continued to ramble, lecturing her on how she should dress more ladylike for probably the fiftieth time since they first became friends. A little bit further into it however, her gaze temporarily wavered from Mikoto's face and it was then that she finally noticed her hand stuck between the bars of her bedframe, though to her it just looked like it happened to still be in there, as opposed to, y'know, actually being stuck.

"Onee-sama, why were you looking through my bed for your shorts?" She cut her lecture short, finding this matter to be a bit more important.

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A Guide On How To Shower, By Mikoto Misaka [Closed Starter] [Telesbian]

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When the very first syllable of Kuroko’s enthusiastic and terrifyingly mature-sounding cry rang out, the temper Mikoto was famous for evaporated on the spot, replaced by a sudden deep trepidation. “Eh?”

Now, when encountering someone, it is customary to greet them in some manner. Frequently, you say their name and acknowledge them with your body language. However, while Mikoto was saying Kuroko’s name, she still hadn’t fully processed her emotional state, leading to a very strange redition:

Firstly, a light and kind “Ku-“, filled with the usual relief that Kuroko was all right after her pursuit of dangerous criminals.

Then, the angry-sounding growl of “-roooOO-” when her current predicament came thundering abck through her mind, remembering who exactly was most likely to be responsible for the situation.

And, finally, a stickily-sweet “-kooo~-“, as she remembered that Kuroko was her best shot at removing her hand from the wooden bars.

At that point, Kuroko’s teleport to just above her let gravity take effect again, and the full weight of her kouhai was suddenly pushing down on her back. She would have yelled or shouted, if there’d been any air left in her lungs. In any case, she sounded roughly like this:

"Ku!-rOOO-kooo~hurghgh!"

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Still far too excited to realize her Onee-sama needed her help, or that she was only making the matter worse, Kuroko only continued with her outburst of affection, wrapping her arms around Mikoto's torso and pressing her cheek against her back. She even began to rub her face against her back, all the while rambling on and on about love confessions or something.

"To think I would actually live to see the day Onee-sama admits her love for me! Of course, Kuroko knew it would happen eventually - after all, anyone could see that Onee-sama and I are undeniably tied together by the red string of fate! Huhuhu!"

However, as Kuroko spoke, more pieces of information began to register in her mind - namely, the state of their dorm room and, most importantly, the fact that her mattress had been removed from the bedframe. These had all been things she had 'noticed' upon entering the room, but in her delusional state it hadn't occurred to her how unusual it was and the fact it was likely indicative of something being wrong. With this realization beginning to dawn upon her, her embrace on Mikoto slackened (only to that of a more normal one, though; she had been clinging to her rather tightly), and that terrifying light in her eyes slowly began to fade.

"Eh...?" She lifted her head to look around the room, finally taking in the full extent of the... decorative changes Mikoto had made in her search for boxer shorts. It wasn't too bad, but she could definitely see that her Onee-sama had been looking for something.

"Onee-sama, did you lose one of your Gekota finger puppets again?"

Evidently, the one thing she still hadn't taken notice of was the situation regarding Mikoto's hand.

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A Guide On How To Shower, By Mikoto Misaka [Closed Starter] [Telesbian]

1. Go into the communal Tokiwadai showers after finishing up with your daily prowl around town.

2. Remember not to electrocute yourself.

3. Realise you forgot to bring a change of clothes and that you have to get into your smelly old ones for a brief few minutes while you sprint back to your room.

4. Swear loudly.

5. Wish that for once your roommate was showering with you, then realise that’s the very first time in your life you’ve ever thought that.

6. Grit your teeth and book it, keeping to the gushes to avoid being seen or smelled by the dozens of fangirls you’ve acquired, as if you were a shark and the school was filled with gay remora.

7. Slam the door shut and heave most of your clothes from you, doing a quick sniff-check to make sure you haven’t just made sure you have to shower AGAIN.

8. Consider just getting into bed for a moment, then see that the sun’s still up and you may sort of want to spend some time with your roommate, once she’s done with her official vigilante work (as opposed to your unofficial vigilante work).

9. Get reclothed in the normal assortment of skirt, socks, shirt, vest on the uniform; it cuts one day off your laundry cycle but you don’t want to let your roommate see or smell you in sweaty clothes, for a number of reasons.

10. Remember you haven’t slipped on boxer shorts yet, so that should probably be done.

11. Discover that your boxers drawer has been replaced with a lingerie drawer.

12. Swear even more loudly.

13. Think logically about this; Kuroko treats boxers like other girls would treat dead mice, so she’d never be seen dead holding a pair ergo she hadn’t taken them out of the room.

14. Eliminate Kuroko’s ‘special box’ from the search as A) you’re mortally terrified of it and B) like hell Kuroko would ever put boxer shorts, even her Oneesama’s, in her precious box.

15. Upend the rest of the room, tipping the mattresses up to see through the bars below the bed.

16. Get your hand stuck in the wood bars of Kuroko’s bedframe while trying to reach through into the gloom at a suspicious box.

17 Swear unending vengeance upon everyone and everything in the vicinity, as well as mankind in general for good measure.

18. In your muttered death threats and yanking motions to try and free yourself, completely miss the sound of the door opening.

19. Not realise at all that you are wearing no boxer shorts, kneeling on Kuroko’s bedframe with your rear practically thrust in the direction of the door with her having just come through the door. In a short skirt, too.

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It had been a pretty uneventful day.

There was no new paperwork to fill out at the office, and while on patrol the worst Kuroko had seen was an elementary schooler knock an ice cream cone out of another kid's hand. Of course, she managed to catch the offender - she didn't even need to teleport - and gave him a good scolding for it, but otherwise things seemed to be pretty peaceful in Academy City.

Not that the peace was necessarily a bad thing. Of course, being a judgment officer, it really just made her job easier, so she had no right to complain; even so, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed, considering what a nice day it would have been to spend some time out with friends. It didn't really help having to see all the groups of friends that were out together while she was stuck out on patrol, but she vocalized no complaints.

Instead, immediately upon returning to the office, she quietly closed the door and leaned up against it briefly to let out a(n unnecessarily loud) sigh before making her way across the room to sit back down at her desk. The upperclassman who served as the head of her branch sat across from her; looking up from her computer, it was clear the girl had heard the sigh and decided to take pity on the younger girl.

So Kuroko wrapped up her Judgment work early and immediately set off back to the Tokiwadai dorms, teleporting every now and then so the route wasn't too long but still taking the time to walk and get a bit more exercise in before the sun finally set.

The sun was still in the sky when she finally reached the dorms. Noticing this, Kuroko stopped right outside to mumble to herself about what a long day it had felt like for her, and then quickly moved on and headed up to the room she shared with her partner and best friend Mikoto Misaka - whom she also happened to be very obviously attracted to.

She opened the door as casually as you would open the door to your own house and began to speak as she entered the room, but the strange and unfamiliar sight that immediately greeted her made her stop right in her tracks, jaw hanging wide open and eyes devoid of any emotion - though it was clear to Kuroko that she was feeling some kind of emotion, but one more powerful and overwhelming than any she had ever felt before.

Right in front of her was her best friend, partner, and crush Mikoto Misaka, the 3rd strongest level 5 and most powerful electromaster, Tokiwadai's ace, practically right there on her bed - at least in Kuroko's perverted mind - with her ass thrust out and pointing right in her direction. Most importantly, she currently had on no boxers (which was admittedly strange, but in her current state of mind this teleporting lesbian could not care less). To say the least, Kuroko had quite the pleasant view.

So she stood there without saying anything, just staring at her onee-sama's... assets for what felt like eternity, but what was in reality just a few brief moments, before she finally managed to choke out a single word.

"O... nee... sama."

Her voice had suddenly become unusually deep, unbefitting of a girl her age and size. The word floated in the air for a few seconds while Kuroko processed the rest of the situation she had stumbled into - and then, suddenly and without warning, her expression changed completely. There was a terrifying light in her eye, and the grin that spread across her face was even worse. She found herself able to speak more easily, so she spoke a bit more, fast and more high-pitched this time, with a hint of delirium: "Such a bold confession of love! Oh, Onee-samaaaaaa!"

Right as she finished speaking, she disappeared in a blur before reappearing once more, this time right above Mikoto. Evidently in her excitement she had forgotten about the whole "no powers in the dorms" thing.

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