Index: Touma, we... we got you something.
Touma: Huh? It's not even my birthday—
Mikoto: It's not like we coordinated or anything!
Index: We remembered you like both flavors, so we made half and half...
Touma: Index...
Mikoto: Mine's just... you know, whatever. Don't read into it.
Roy Hazama: While these two went domestic, I went artistic. Behold—
Roy Hazama: A chocolate hand that matches your Imagine Breaker.
Touma: This is... really thoughtful, but—
Index: But?
Mikoto: What could possibly be wrong?
Touma: If I touch any of these with my right hand, they'll all turn to dust!
Roy Hazama: Dude, you're turning pale. Allergic to chocolate?
Touma: I'll... treasure these forever. In a glass case. Away from my hand.
Roy Hazama: Smart man. Nothing says 'I love you' like existential terror.
Mikoto: W-who said anything about love?! Idiot!