As Touma flew across from the flaming wall, a BGM can almost be heard descending from the heavens:
I’m too sexy for my shirt…
As he dropped down, he realised that yes, his shirt is indeed on fire.
So sexy it hurts…
As he negated a lightning bolt from the bullet he just landed on with his right hand, his left hastily ripped off the clothing that has flames quickly spreading over it, and before it left burns on his body. Many girls gasped as they took in Kamijou Touma’s bare torso, one that though not bulging with muscles it was still lean and fit like one befitting of his endurance, appeared before their eyes. Shreds of clothing, some of it blackened by fire, floated away from him by the wind that his speed gave him as he continued to run towards them.
Not paying attention to his current state of undress, Touma continued his charge. No way is he going pause because of embarrassment from losing just his top and then get himself blown away by the incoming barrage.
Besides, it’s not he has anything to hide on his body. Memories, or the lack of them, cannot be known through merely a shirtless moment.
And I’m too sexy for your party…
Every pair of eyes on Tokiwadai’s side is fixated on him, and not just because he is the enemy that he trying to break through right now. Many girls paid attention to how sweat from his exertion ran down his body, and how his chest raises up and down from his heavy breathing.
Somewhere among them, a girl gulped at the sight in front of her.
And I do my little turn on the catwalk…
Touma dodged against projectiles, flourishing his right hand against a incoming bullet in the process.
There wasn’t much distance left between him and the pole he is aiming for.
… Love’s going to leave me.
Abruptly, the music stopped.
And so did the flow of missiles that tried to blow him off his feet.
Barely a second later, Misaka Mikoto rushed out to intercept him, to prevent him from knocking down one of the poles. Her method, however, was not the lightning strike many were expecting.
With a flying tackle that would have put Kuroko's own ones towards her to shame, Mikoto flew into him and pressed her lips onto his.
*rest of omake sadly turned into a deep kiss and then the rest of the Tokiwadai girls pounced onto Touma and wanted a piece of him, resulting in a major
catfight brawl. Not something that can be posted on a public forum, I think
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I wrote this Omake because I wanted to create something that would make Emiya Shirou’s BAR weep in despair compared to its awesomeness. A flaming wall to surpass is much more manly than doing the same to some metal poles, after all.
The illusion of an impassable wall was broken. Nothing trumps the Kami-yan disease.
NOTHING.
Oh, and Top That If You Can, Mr.Kyon - I think I need another snippet of crack to cure my mood
And consider this a offering to your Holy Crack, and as a testament of how badly I’m affected by it.