"Son, why did you do this to me?!"

Shiina shrieked dramatically as she violently hurled a plate towards Kamijou, who shielded Fukiyose and Komoe from the incoming porcelain and the three of them was forced to stand behind the door of the house. Currently, the spiky haired boy were summoned by Kamijou's parents in their residence and at first, Shiina was confused as to why the boy brought a girl into their home. It was when she spotted the large baby bump in Fukiyose's chest that she finally knew what he meant.

Her motherly instincts proved to be partially right.

"Mom! Please don't be so mad! We're sorry!" Kamijou shrieked as he peeks from behind the door.

Shiina stopped throwing plates at the young couple but as soon as she calmed down, she wept and knelt in front of their family altar containing statues of Buddha, Amaterasu-O-Mi-Kami (the goddess of the sun), Ame-no-Uzume (goddess of dawn and revelry), Füjin (god of the wind), Hachiman (god of war), Inari Ökami (god or goddess of rice and fertility), Ökuninushi (god of nation-building, farming, business, and medicine), Omoikane (deity of wisdom and intelligence), and Susanoo-no-Mikoto (god of storms). The young-looking mother then wailed with her hands up as she implored the heaven to answer her.

"Õhirume-no-muchi-no-kami, I did everything to give my son good education and a good life that I even sent him to Academy City so that he can grow up so well. Shiina was basically asking the gods as to where she had done. wrong to find herself in a situation like this. "I didn't even brought him up like this."

"Mom, I'm sorry. We didn't mean it." Kamijou sincerely apologized as he walks into nearer the family altar.

"What can your sorry do, Touma-san? There's nothing you can do anymore." Shiina wailed some more as his son then hugs him.

"Mom, I promise you that this won't become a burden to our family. We've promised to finish our studies and..."

"Touma-san, that's not what I'm worried for." Shiina raises up his head as he lovingly pats his son in his head. "What I'm worried is that your responsibility. Are you even prepared to become a father, a husband, and a provider at such young age? You two aren't even in college yet."

"Mom, that's why Komoe-sensei is here. She's prepared to help us while we continue with our studies. Kamijou explained as he comforts his mother. "And I promise to you, I'll be more responsible with my studies and family life. I can handle it just fine. When push comes to shove, I'm willing to marry Fukiyose..."

At the mention of the word "marry," Komoe almost gasped at the bold words of her student.

"Responsible, my dear? Impregnating someone before you can even finish your high school education, much less college and into getting a job? That's not being responsible, Touma-san!" Shiina shrieked as Kamijou was under pressure, now running out of ideas as to how he can solve this.

"Uh...excuse me..."

The mother and son turned their heads towards the door where Misaka Mikoto and Index suddenly appeared. Apparently, it seemed that for some reason, the Level Five Railgun and the bearer of the 103, 000 magical grimoires was able to come with the three, the latter because she just couldn't be left alone by the spiky haired boy and the former because...well, she must have caught wind of it and forced the bay to bring her along.

"The reason why that idiot accidentally did that is because you might have been too tight to him." Misaka shrugged. "So when he was out of your sight, then this happened...".

"As for you, mind your own business, young lady..." Shiina was more than irritated as she threw a plate towards the stunned duo of Misaka and Index (who didn't even said a word) although they were able to retreat back behind the door for their safety. And to Kamijou's horror, Shiina picked up a large porcelain vase with a dragon emblem and she hurled it towards the door. Index was barely able to avoid the large shard of the sharp debris.

"Mom! Calm downł Kamijou hugged her mother tightly as the latter finally calmed down. From afar, Touya, who was silently watching the whole scene, sighed as he grimaced at the fact that the plates and the vase which he imported from India was already gone. "A waste of my money...

-------‐-----------------------------------------------------

"So Touma, this is your classmate, huh? She looks pretty."

"Can we not go to that, dad?"

Currently, Kamijou and Fukiyose are seated on a sofa while they are directly facing the parents of the boy. It seemed that Shiina had already calmed down as she had returned to her cheery and lively self while she was serving cookies and milk to her guests. Komoe was sitting beside the Kamijou parents while Misaka and Index are in the kitchen as they were told not to meddle in what Touya called a family-only matter.

"So I guess we can't do anything about it, huh?" Shiina sighed as she then looked straight into Fukiyose's chestnut eyes. "Hmmm. Young lady, for some reason, you strike up a perfect image to me."

"Huh?" The Forehead Deluxe was baffled.

"Based from what my Komoe-san said, you have are the perfect role model for every student out there. Literally and figuratively. You're the class's smartest student. You seemed to have a healthy lifestyle." Shiina seemed to have a 180-degree personality change as she jovially lists anything she can say. "You also have a flawless skin."

"See, mother? At least, Touma has secured his future." Touya somehow made it slightly offending to both his son and Fukiyose. "Just like how I managed to hook your mother, Touma, you managed to hook up with another girl of his choice."

Seeing that Fukiyose is getting flustered in a mixed emotion of embarrassment and somewhat offended manner, Kamijou Touma quickly brushed off his father's claims. "It's not like that, dad. I'm not a pervert like you. I-"

"Okay, son. Calm down." Touya patted his son's shoulder before continuing to speak. "Touma, to be clear, you don't have to resort to such desperate measure such as a shotgun wedding or a fixed marriage. If you're able to handle your studies at this point, then I don't see any reason why I should baby-sit you?"

"Fukiyose-san, how many months are you already carrying my grandchild?" Shiina asked rather eagerly as she holds the hands of her future daughter-in-law. Something tells me my mother would go "gyah!" and those stuff. Why do women have to be so complicated to understand? Kamijou sighed as he watches the two of the women interact.

"Five Months already, Kamijou-san." Fukiyose politely replied. "According to the ultra-sound, he's a male baby so we named him Tetsuya-or rather, our baby was named by your son."

"Really, Touma-san?" Shiina turned her head like a whiplash towards his son. "I never expected you to give my future grandson a nice name, Touma-san. But then, if she's pregnant since April, how sis you managed to sustain her, son? You had to take care yourself." She then thought of a horrible possibility. "Don't tell me that you're breaking into banks-"

"No, Kamijou-san." Komoe leaped into the defense of her male student. "At first, he landed at a job in the kitchen as the cook but I told him that it's too much so I decided to give him an easier part time job-all he had to do is to transcribe, codify, and transliterate official school documents. He's getting a good compensation for his hard work.

"I see... Both Touya and Shiina were surprised beyond their expectations that their son managed to managed to Improve his performance in academics while at the same time, he had been busting his ass just to support his own family within his capacity. The two facts alone just seemed to prove that it outweighed the fact that both of them became teenage parents. In some ways, it made them proud of their son. "Then we guess you'll become a good father someday, son. Well, if everything is alright, then we have no reason to worry as they both continue their studies in Acaderny City. As long as you two promise to finish your studies, then all of us will have no regrets.

Shiina then suddenly stood up and, in a move that somewhat surprised Kamijou Touma, she knelt before Fukiyose and lovingly kissed her baby bump, saying. "Tet-chan, we can't wait to welcome you into this world, not only your parents but also your grandparents. Fukiyose-san, for this day, let me call you Seiri-chan since you're now a part of our family."

"O-Okay, Kamijou-san..." Somehow, the Iron Wall Girl is becoming a molten of hot, melted steel as she didn't expect to even get a warm treatment after a rough welcome at the Kamijou household.

"Hey, mom. Don't you think we're becoming too sentimental and overly-dramatic here?" Kamijou sighed as he leaned his head into his left hand. "I still needed to finish some job for Komoe-sensei and we would like to go back to Academy City as soon as possible."

"Don't be such a bore, Touma." Now Touya then suggested something outrageous that almost made Misaka, who was eating some homemade steak with Index at the kitchen, nearly spit out some cold water. "If your mother can kiss Fukiyose-san freely, then you should too. Well, In fact, you should do it more because you're the father."

"Eh?" Kamijou found himself becoming the attention of intense stares as Fukiyose looked at him while trying to say "I-Idiot.... you don't need to do that..." while strangely, Misaka was cutting her piece of steak with more intensity that it feels like she can cut the plate itself with how she pressed the knife.

"Well?" Kamijou can only sweat drop as the grin in his father's face is beginning to break his nerves and before he does explode, he decided to calm down as he released a heave of oxygen. "Hnnn. Fine, dad." And before Fukiyose was even able to move an inch, Kamijou took her left hand as he lovingly and warmly looks at her brown eyes with such ease and care that she found herself melting like how molten iron melts and flows under the intensity of the Earth's crust. "Hey, I'll love both you and my son." And to the delight (and Misaka's and Index's horror) of the all, Kamijou did an Eskimo Kiss as he pressed the tip of his nose against Fukiyose's. B-baka, Touma! Fukiyose Inwardly shrieked but for some reason, she can't help but reciprocate as she returns it.

Bwah! An imaginary arrow struck Misaka's left knee.

Kamijou then kissed Fukiyose's nose and the Forehead Deluxe can't help but smile as she closes her eyes while enjoying the passionate kiss.

Bwah! Another Imaginary arrow struck Misaka's right knee.

And last, Kamijou's lips moved into Fukiyose's earlobe and before Komoe can even say something, the boy found himself biting gently into her ear as both of them were in their own little world, unmindful of the dark and ominous spirit coming from both the Railgun and the Library of Prohibited Books. "Ka-Kamijou-chan... Fukiyose-chan...that's enough..." She stammered as they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

It was only through Shiina coughing that they both managed to revert themselves back to their own real world. "W-Well...that was too passionate, Touma." Touya began to wonder is he should regret goading his son to do the most brazen and presumptuous form of erotic love-and in front of them. "You two still had to go back to Academy City, right? Then I guess it's all good for now. Son, I'm just going to give you additional allowances in your bank account so don't go waste it on something useless."

Useless? Easier said than done, especially if you have a freeloading nun with you at home. Kamijou sighed.

"Well, thanks mom and dad for taking time to talk to you our problem." Kaijou smiled as he then looks at Fukiyose, who is now flustered. "Well, let's go back to Academy City now, Seiri."

That was finally the last blow to the ticking bomb as suddenly, Misaka and Index exploded with their lid blowing off as steam smoked off.

"Huh? What's with their little outburst?" Touya asked as his son, for some reason, began to shake in fear.

Tonight is not going to be a peaceful night.

-------‐-----------------------------------------------------

Sneak Peak for the Next Chapter

"Oh, is aunt Fucking Third Rate angry?"

"Shut up! You don't even know him that personally!"

"Oh? Don't tell me you're better, or that useless Fifth Rate?"