Date Acceleration

Embers of Resolve

Accelerator defeated Shido for the second time. He was not a difficult opponent but an annoying one. His victory felt good as his body was riddled with hormones.

He left the battlefield and found himself at a coffee shop. The building was unaffected from the battle with only a little damage, mostly gunshots and clutter probably from the evacuation.

After the vicious fight. The esper needed to recharge so he is currently brewing strong coffee to recompose himself and boost him for the final fight.

It seems being in a warzone did not interrupt him. 

While brewing something attacked his mind. To which he ignored.

As he was brewing coffee in an empty coffee shop. A wave of unsettling thoughts popped in his mind to which he shook off.

"I am so tired. I just want to go to sleep. Why can't the universe just fuck me and get it over with?" Accelerator muttered with a mix of intensity and weariness.

Collapsing onto a chair in the shop, his tired body sagged with exhaustion. Though his eyes closed, his body fought against the urge to sleep. He yearned to succumb to the fatigue but knew he had to resist.

Countless lights shine from windows over Accelerator.

"How the fuck does that hero do it?" Puzzled words of exhaustion and frustration came out of his mouth.

His hand reached into his pocket, retrieving a handgun and started inspecting it.

"It was a good thing I didn't empty my bullets at that Itsuka bastard sure it would take care of him but that would just make him comeback." he muttered, tiredness etching a grin on his face then returning the handgun back to his pocket.

With heavy eyes and leaden feet, he began reminiscing about all the events that had unfolded since his time in Russia. The memories provoked a soft, mirthful chuckle that concealed something deeper within.

His hand instinctively found its way to the choker around his neck. 

"I... I don't..." he muttered, his voice heavy with weariness and tinged with desperation.

Allowing his arms to dangle from the chair, their weight betrayed their true strength. These arms, capable of lifting the heaviest objects and delivering accurate blows, yearned for something. They longed to hold onto something, to embrace it with all their might.

Crouching on the floor, his back against the wall, Accelerator's arms moved as if they were cradling an invisible object on his lap. His eyes fixated on his arms, his lips parting slightly to take a deep breath.

Accelerator's eyes shifted to his arms.

The arms despite being exhausted from battle and the mind that holds them. It wanted to hold something.

 That something pushed them from going on. That something gave it force to throw a punch. 

That something gave them strength to hold on.

That something allowed him to focus to fire each accurate shot from any form of weapon.

The arms of his then moved instinctively on his own as if it was gently holding something that he was holding.

He then crouched down to the floor as his back leaned on the wall. His arms looked like he was holding something on his lap. 

Accelerator looked like he was embracing something in his arms as his lips moved ever so slightly to take a deep breath. 

In his sight in his arms, he was embracing a small girl dressed in white in his arms. Holding on to her tightly but gently. The girl was in a deep and peaceful sleep as if she was having a wonderful dream and lying limply in his arms.