Index Librorum Prohibitorum - A Certain Magical Index

The soft glow of the setting sun cast long, golden shadows across Touma's small apartment. It was a rare evening of quiet, the usual cacophony of Academy City's magical and scientific skirmishes momentarily hushed. Index, her white hair a stark contrast to the worn denim of her shorts and the slightly too-large t-shirt she wore, was perched on the edge of his bed, a half-eaten plate of curry balanced precariously on her lap.