To be honest, I'm not really sure why I even decided to write this-it was like one of those weird idle thoughts that you'd have in the shower or something. But hey, I've already thought it out so it's happening! MUAHAHAHA!

Any internal thoughts in the story will be expressed with brackets () like so on each end of the sentence.

ALSO, IMPORTANT NOTE: I'D LIKE TO MAKE THIS ABUNDANTLY CLEAR: THERE WILL BE NO PAIRINGS WITH ACCELERATOR IN THIS FIC. THIS IS JUST GONNA BE HIS INTEGRATION INTO SHUCHIIN ACADEMY AND THE FRIENDSHIPS HE MAKES ALONG THE WAY. REPEAAAAAT, NO ACCELERATOR PAIRINGS.

With that out of the way, let us begin...welcome to Accelerator-sama: Love is Weird!

Chapter 1: Accelerator Wants to Leave

Academy City.

The pinnacle of all things science and related to futuristic technology. It was roughly one third-the size of Tokyo, and was the primary authority of the scientific world in terms of making advancements in their studies of the field, as was evidenced by the technology within the city which was estimated to be around 30 years more advanced to that which you would see anywhere else. However, there was another aspect of this city which made it stand out to the rest of the world-even more so than it's technological superiority.

Esper development.

Roughly 80% of the city's population was comprised of students-all of whom participated in the esper development curriculum, which had the purpose of developing supernatural powers within the students which ranged from Levels 0 to 5. Level 0's were powerless; Level 1's had minor, insignificant powers; Level 2's had slightly stronger powers then that of Level 1's, Level 3's had decent powers which could be utilized quite cleverly, Level 4's had very strong powers which could be versatile in many situations, and Level 5's had superpowers.

The city was a manifestation of all the supernatural abilities that kids just years ago had dreamed of having-the foundation and origin of Academy City was relatively unclear and murky, but no one could deny the results in brought.

The superpowered Level 5's were few and far between. There were only seven of them in total out of the entirety of the 2.3 million students that lived in Academy City, so coming across even one of them could be considered a miracle. A few were relatively well-known, such as the third and fifth-ranked, who both went to a prestigious school in the city's most populated district, and as such had reached a level of fame at which they would often be recognized out in public. However, there were others who were shrouded in an air of mystery to the general public-such as the fourth and second-ranked.

It was sort of a dream for the rest of the espers in the city to reach Level 5. It was the most coveted level of course, as it gave status, came with a very powerful ability, and the highest stipend that a student in the city could receive.

However, the achievement came with it's fair share of disadvantages. The results of reaching level 5 did not merely consist of the benefits-something that the other 2,299,993 students in the city never seemed to consider.

Naturally, Academy City's first-ranked esper, Accelerator, knew this better then anyone.

He was far too aware of what came with being at the top.

At first glance, Accelerator seemed unassuming and vulnerable. He was scrawny, with no muscle on his arms, unkempt white hair, a slouched posture and only average height to match. He seemed like nothing more than a pushover-if someone with an itchy fist encountered him on the street, they likely wouldn't hesitate to throw a hit or two to satisfy that itch.

However, Accelerator never had any problem with disposing of people who would try to greet him with their fists, or any kind of weapon for that matter. Such meaningless and insignificant things could never touch him, primarily because of his ability.

His ability was officially named Accelerator-however, due to the fact that the boy had limited memory of his past, and could barely remember his old name, he now decided to be referred to by his ability name, and as such his ability name was instead often called Vector Transformation. It was an ability truly fitting of the strongest esper in the city; he could control anything with a magnitude and direction as long as he touched it. Momentum, heat, electricity; even a nuclear bomb would have no chance of touching him. Any and all vectors that ever came into his vicinity would merely become part of his domain.

However, there was also a sub-factor to his Vector Transformation; his Vector Shield, more commonly referred to as his reflection. Having been given his ability from a young age and cultivating it over years and years, his body had subconsciously developed filters to deflect vectors that were considered harmful or unnecessary to him-if an attack was thrown at him, it would be rebound back at the attacker; if a bullet was shot, it would reflect back at the shooter; if a UV ray from the sun came into contact with him, it would be reflected. Such was how he had gained his albino-like appearance. He had incredibly pale skin, as well as pure white hair. In a city of science, where other espers had their combat potential based in the science and physics of the world as they knew it; this was the absolute perfect defense, one that could defy the foundations of those physics of which everything else was based on.

He was invincible.

Or at least, that was what he had thought before.

"Hey, you!"

"...Huh?..." Accelerator opened his eyes-revealing the pupils that were the same bright shade of red as fresh blood. The sidewalk that he had been walking down came into full view, and he took in the lights of the street and surrounding buildings, as well as the contrasting dark, star filled-night sky above him. He didn't have any time to think about those things, however-his attention was focused on the people in front of him.

If he had to describe them, it was like they had been plucked straight out of a modern movie about high school drama. They looked exactly like your typical street thugs-jackets sparkling with expensive or fancy designs, black or dark blue jeans, stubbles or growing beards, and stereotypical thug haircuts such as spiky or curly hair. That, or they were bald. This image was only amplified by the baseball bats they held in their arms.

Normally, if one were to encounter a crowd like this, which was about a dozen thugs in the middle of the night, a time when Anti-Skill patrols would have a harder time catching them, their first instinct would be to run away as fast as they possibly could.

However, Accelerator didn't even bat an eye.

One of the thugs, who was at the forefront of the group, nudged another to his left.

"UWOOOOOHHHHHH!"

And in the next second, that thug who had been nudged rushed Accelerator at what was likely his maximum speed, raising his bat in the process. However, Accelerator didn't even need to move. The second the thug came close, he swung his bat...

WHAM!

"GAHH!"

...only to fall on his ass a second later. His hit had been reflected, like many were.

However, despite their comrade's cry of pain, the others behind him didn't seem fazed.

"Ha...Hahahaha! Hahahaha! It really is you! The first-ranked, Accelerator!" The thug who had nudged his buddy seemed to roar with hilarity.

"What's it to you?" Accelerator spat out his words as if he had eaten something filthy.

"Academy City's supposedly all-powerful number one esper, the one no one was able to beat...until now! Rumor's spread, Accelerator-you lost a battle, didn't you?! To a Level 0, of all people! And if someone like that can take you down...then it's time for you to step down from the throne and pass it on to us, don't you think!?"

"..." Accelerator said nothing.

"Tch, no answer, eh? Fine by me! GET HIM!"

All 12 of them rushed the albino at once...

"AGGHHHH!"

Only for them all to fall to the ground.

Accelerator didn't even bother speaking with them or dropping a condescending one-liner as he walked away, leaving them on the ground. He might have done that before, but now he couldn't find it in himself to do it.

Mainly because they had a point.

He was the most powerful esper in the entire city-the first ranked, the strongest, the One-Way-Road; there were many alternative names for Accelerator, but they all meant the same thing. He was the mightiest esper, the untouchable, the highest obstacle for anyone to surpass, the top of the supernatural food chain. Of course, being in such a position would also result in competition from those who wished for that same position; he was resigned to that fact, and had no problem disposing of anyone who dared to try their hand at him.

However, that was only how things were before. Then, there was that night.

Just recently, he had been participating in the Level 6 Shift Project-an experiment in which he was to kill 20,000 clones of the Railgun, the city's third-ranked Level 5, in order to ascend past Level 5 and into a Level 6-which was essentially a pipe dream for the many researchers who worked on esper development in the city. He had agreed to participate in the experiment, and up to one point had killed 10,031 of the clones, alternatively known as the Sisters.

But there had been an interference. One, fateful night, when he had been about to kill his 10,032nd victim, he had arrived. A spiky-haired boy who was around his age. Accelerator had no idea who he was, what his relationship with the Sisters were, or why he had shown up at that train switchyard that night, but he distinctly remembered the words that he had thrown at him with such force behind them that they might as well have been trucks. With unbridled fury, that spiky-haired boy roared at him about things he had never believed before-that those clones were human just like the two of them, that they had feelings and emotions just like them, and that they shouldn't be cannon fodder for someone like him, who viewed them in the opposite way. Accelerator mentally objected to what the boy had said; it went against everything the scientists who had organized the experiment had told him, after all. That the clones were merely puppets waiting to die. The boy had no esper ability from what he could see or discern-he did not show any signs of one throughout their entire battle. However, that did not stop that boy and his right hand, his damned, strange, downright ridiculous right hand that seemed to give zero fucks about Accelerator and his ability from swinging that clenched fist square into Accelerator's face, right past his supposedly impenetrable defense to all physics, and knocking him out cold on the ground. The experiment had subsequently been frozen-the shock that was brought to the scientists upon realizing Accelerator had been beat up by someone on the lowest level of the esper food chain had brought doubts to his status as the strongest, and whether he could maintain being a Level 6 or not.

Things had begun to change since then.

The rumors had spread about Accelerator, the city's strongest esper, being defeated by a mere Level 0. Accelerator was used to challenges for his position, and beat down his opponents in almost comically easy fashion each time, but occasions like that had been few and far between. Most were wary of his title as the strongest. However, since the rumors had began, countless people had come up to him in droves, filled with confidence that he could be beaten, and they would attempt to fight him-only to meet a painful loss.

Quite frankly...

He was tired of it.

There had been a very specific reason why Accelerator had decided to participate in the Level 6 Shift Project.

From the very beginning, he had only been able to cause pain to people.

It began from when he was a child.

He was a Child Error; meaning one of the children who had been left in Academy City as abandoned orphans. He had gained his ability at a very young age like the other children there, and his reflection had began developing at an early age.

However, it came with a price.

Accelerator could still vividly remember the other children, who would reach out their hands for him to take, inviting him to play with them, talk with them, be with them-

And yet, a second later, they would be rebounded back onto the ground, crying out in pain. The other kids would look at him in fear, terror, that perhaps he would hurt them next.

It only continued from then on.

He was never able to make a friend. All who came near him would just end up in pain; and proceed to avoid him from that point on. Everyone else would merely follow their example.

And that was how Accelerator lived his first few years of life in Academy City.

Eventually, he became too much for the city to ignore. His ability was developing and getting stronger, and in turn his reflection was doing the same. It was decided that he had to be restrained. And as such, one day, Accelerator was in the middle of a street-and found himself surrounded by the accumulated military might of Anti-Skill.

They were a police force that specialized in fighting espers. After all, if any esper got out of hand or starting committing criminal acts, the supernatural abilities they held could prove to be a problem. Anti-Skill was specifically tailored to deal with problem children like that.

Problem children like him.

That memory was another one of the few he could remember vividly. The helicopters in the sky descending upon him, the tanks, cars and trucks that surrounded him on all sides, the Anti-Skill officers who had their guns out and pointed at him with their red laser sights all focused on him.

Looking back on it, it was almost laughably ironic to Accelerator; because all of those bright red laser sights that covered his body made it almost seem like he was covered in blood. The blood of the people who he always hurt.

He had been taken away that day; and was placed in the Special Esper Dual Modification Technology Research Institute, which specialized in dealing with out-of-control espers like him in addition to researching the Dual Skill phenomenon, which was supposedly a scenario in which espers could manifest two abilities. His memories of the place were muddy; but he knew that he had likely participated in more ugly and inhumane experiments there then the number of weeks an average person lived in their life, all in only about two years; until he had turned nine years old.

Then, that man had arrived.

Kihara Amata.

He was part of the Kihara family, who were renowned for their incredible intellectual prowess when it came to science and all it's respective fields and departments. Many of them were stationed in Academy City. He was the man who had taken Accelerator out of the institute to his own lab, and trained, honed and sharpened his ability into the versatile physics defying menace it was today, as well as making his vector shield as advanced as it currently was.

However, that time came with it's own multitude of hardships.

Amidst Amata's development of his ability, Accelerator had lost count of how many beatings and bruises he had received during his time with the Kihara. Each one was shrugged off with an uncaring, unsympathetic tone from Amata each time, but they stuck with Accelerator like scars. However, Accelerator had no one else to turn to. He had never been able to build a relationship that lasted more then a few minutes before, so Amata was the only one he really ever interacted with. And as a result of all the time they spent together, he had subconsciously began to adapt his sadistic, merciless and apathetic personality into his own.

Years passed until he was finally released from Amata's clutches, and subsequently named the city's strongest esper. That was when the challenges for his position had begun.

But he was tired of it.

Again, there was a very specific reason why Accelerator had participated in the Level 6 Shift Project.

All his life, all he had been able to do was harm those who came close to him. Anyone who tried to form any kind of bond would only end up bloodied.

He was tired of it.

So, when presented with the prospect of the Level 6 Shift Project, what option did he take? Yes or no?

The answer was obvious.

Absolute power.

Unparalleled strength. He would be absolutely, solidly, indisputably invincible. All would know of him, but no one would dare challenge him. No one would even try to go near him out of fear of their lives. No one would even dare try to breathe in his vicinity.

If that was how things were, no one would ever get hurt again.

That was the true reason behind his acceptance-buried so far deep into his otherwise tainted and corrupted mind that it was almost impossible to see.

And so, Accelerator had finally gained the first bit of motivation that he had ever felt in his life.

If one had to compare it to anything, it was like the hierarchy of a school. In a school, there would always be a smart kid in the class-one who aced their tests, turned in their assignments and homework early, and would be regarded as the smartest student in the class. However, they were still only a student. That meant that their peers could still challenge them. They could ace their tests and also get extra marks for doing a bonus question; they could turn in homework for lessons that the class hadn't even been taught by the teacher yet; and then, they would be the smartest student in class instead.

However, in a school, teachers were regarded as absolute authority. They generally had more academic knowledge then any of the students, and as such held intellect they could not match. They also had more judicial authority, which was why if anything bad was ever done in a school, a kid's first thought would be to tell a teacher. They were the untouchable, insurmountable walls that no one ever dared to cross or argue with.

In that sense, Accelerator was currently the smartest kid in class-who was aiming to reach the level of a teacher.

But the project had been ultimately cancelled. The only thing he had gained from the only half-finished Level 6 Shift Project was the blood of 10,031 girls on his hands.

He was at a loss.

What else was there for him to do? What goal to work towards?

He didn't know.

Accelerator bitterly sat down on a bench. It was facing left-outwards to a river that flowed through the center of District 7. Small lights lined the shores of it, and on the other side one could see the majestic view of bright lights illuminating the buildings and streets of the other side, opposite to whatever side you were currently on. The stars shined brightly overhead. It was almost like a fancy lightshow.

However, Accelerator couldn't bring himself to appreciate any of it. It almost seemed like the bright, optimistic lights of the lively city was insulting and mocking the pit he was in.

Clink!

Accelerator stirred. He heard the faint sound of metal being set down, and it was then that he remembered that he had been carrying a bag full of coffee cans. Coffee was as therapeutic to Accelerator as alcohol was to average people; only without the side effects of being drunk. He had been so lost in his thoughts after dispatching the thugs that he had almost forgotten about the coffee he had bought.

("Well, since I have it, I might as well drink some. Who cares if it's night time anyway...")

Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a can and popped it open, putting it to his mouth and taking a sip. "Hah..."

His resounding sigh of satisfaction filled the air. ("Can't go wrong with black coffee without sugar...") He idly thought in his head.

As he downed the coffee, he took a look around. This was a rare occurrence for him; after the beating he had taken at that switchyard, he now mainly resigned himself to drinking the coffee he bought back at his apartment. However, he couldn't really be bothered at the moment. It had been a long day.

"So many bastards trying to pick a fight with me...I'm not a punching bag, for fuck's sake..."

Annoyed grumbling filled the air.

("Might as well become some underground crime boss with how many fights I get into nowadays...half my damn day gets filled up by them, anyways.")

His bitter look returning, he gazed across the river.

"Kinda wish I could just leave this shitty city..."

.

..

...

...

("Wait.")

Then, he stopped. He became completely still-not even tipping the can of coffee into his mouth. It remained suspended in mid-air.

("Leave?...The city?...")

His brain, which rivaled the computational power of a supercomputer, began working in feverish overdrive.

Just a second ago, he had said aloud: "Kinda wish I could just leave this shitty city."

("I said that, but...")

He now knew firsthand what it was like to have an epiphany.

("What's stopping me in the first place?...")

There would likely be legal issues. Students in Academy City of course had things like passports and health cards, but that was only out of bare minimum requirement by the Japanese government. Many things regarding the legal workings of Academy City and identification of it's residents outside of the city were shrouded in mystery and confusion. If Accelerator had to guess, he would say it was likely the work of corrupt higher-ups, shady dealings, and bribery.

However, this was the first time Accelerator had ever considered this possibility.

It was a very odd thing in hindsight. If he had suffered all this time and seen so much pain in Academy City, why had he never, ever thought of simply leaving it?

He wasn't too sure himself. But Academy City was all he had known his entire life-he had been abandoned by his parents in the city, hence why he had became a Child Error. All he had ever known-any person, place, or system of the world, he had learned about and seen only in Academy City.

He had heard rumors of how difficult it was to get permission to leave. Apparently, the city very heavily valued the students staying; after all, it was a huge safety risk to the rest of the world, who had no supernatural powers to speak of, to let loose immature kids who possessed supernatural abilities into an environment in which no one was equipped to deal with them if something got out of hand. Academy City had Anti-Skill and Judgement, which was the police force made up of espers, after all. It did make sense; now that he was actually thinking hard about it, that was likely why people never really complained about the restrictions. However, after the things he had experienced in the city, he was now thinking very, very hard about leaving.

He was the first-ranked Level 5. Out of supposed gratitude for the students to be participating in the research and experiments regarding esper development in the city, every student, even Level 0's, were granted a stipend every month, which was what the students used to live their day-to-day lives. The stipend would increase based on Level, and Accelerator, being the first-ranked of the Level 5's, received the largest stipend that the city offered-which was 500,000 yen every month. Given that he didn't particularly want a luxurious lifestyle and hence lived in an apartment, and didn't indulge often in any materialistic goods, the unspent money he accumulated every month via the stipends had built up impressively. If he was to leave, he would definitely have enough to sustain himself for a while-so that wouldn't be an issue. However, there was also the issue of where he would even go.

He pulled up a map of the entire world quickly in his head; an easy feat for someone of his intelligence. Quickly, he began to breeze through different countries-China, the United States, Russia, there were many options-however, each came with it's share of flaws.

("China's the most industrialized place in the world next to Academy City...and I don't wanna be reminded of this place when I'm away.")

("The United States allows guns in public, and I've been part of too many street fights here to wanna see more of those.")

("Russia's cold as hell, which in itself isn't a problem since I can filter the cold air away, but the snow's a pain in the ass...and I'd rather not have to fly through the place all the time to get around, especially if I'm gonna keep a low profile...")

And so, Accelerator made a conclusion.

("I'll just go to one of the wards in Tokyo. I dunno which one yet, but they'll all do. Nice enough climate, strict gun laws, and with some industrialization but not enough to the point of being overbearing like Academy City is. Perfect.")

Only 2 minutes later, Accelerator had already flew back to his apartment, coffee cans forgotten-a very rare occurrence in and of itself. However, he was running on pure adrenaline now-which was yet another rare occurrence for him. For once, he put the priority of his coffee to the side for a bit, and he had arrived at the balcony to his apartment with unbridled excitement. It was a very different look to his normally apathetic expression, and that glee maintained itself as he rummaged through one of his drawers and pulled out his passport, health card, and ID card. He could've just flown over to any of the wards if he wanted to, but he decided to fly there the normal way so as to not rouse suspicion.

"It's really happening...I'm gonna get the fuck outta here for a good, long while..."

The adrenaline was only climbing higher and higher. Accelerator ran out to his balcony and, without looking back, jumped off it into the night sky-running several calculations in his head, the wind in the air picked up, and began to carry Accelerator along with it towards District 23, which was the only district in the city that had an airport, although it was mostly used by foreign diplomats and business people rather than the students. With the increased wind speeds combined with Accelerator changing the vectors of momentum with which he kicked through the air, he arrived at the massive, spacious district in only 3 minutes.

Setting down near one of the airports, he once again ran calculations in his head to slow his speed down dramatically, and as such he landed with a small plop! In front of one of the entrances of glass double doors.

He quickly pushed them open and got a good view of the place. It was just like how one would expect an airport to look like-spacious, massive, and many different stores selling meaningless bits of merchandise or food lining the walls. Accelerator ignored all of this, however-and went up to one of the check-in counters.

"When's the next flight for Tokyo?" He asked gruffly. He wasn't particularly kind with how he asked; that wasn't a manner of speaking with which he was familiar.

The staff member standing there didn't seem very pleased with his lack of manners, if their raised eyebrow was any indication, but they answered nonetheless. "In 4 hours, sir." They spat out the "sir" as if it was an insult.

However, Accelerator cared little for insults that were thrown at him-he had heard enough to tune them out. Instead, he merely gave a curt nod, then reached into his pockets for the questions he knew were coming.

"I'm assuming you would like to board the next flight to Tokyo?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"You'll have to wait in the waiting area in the meantime. Do you not have any luggage with you?"

"None."

Another eyebrow was raised, but no questions followed.

"May I see your passport?"

Accelerator slapped the passport onto the desk. Disregarding the lack of manners again, the receptionist took the passport into his hands and began looking it over.

Then, his eyes bulged a little.

Accelerator raised his eyebrow. "There a problem?"

"You're...Accelerator, correct? The first-ranked esper in the city?"

"Obviously. My ID card says my level and name, you know."

The receptionist stared at him dumbfounded for a moment. Then, they seemed to shake out of their trance. "Give me a moment." They then disappeared into the staff room behind them.

Accelerator just shrugged and waited, tapping his foot on the floor impatiently.

("The hell's this about? There some special process I have to go through or someth-")

He then stopped his train of thought. The reason?

He could hear loud blaring erupting all over the airport. It didn't take a genius to recognize it as the emergency alarm.

"What the fuck-"

And the next second, he saw the receptionist emerge from their office. Looking around him, he could see that what looked like multiple airport security officer squadrons had surrounded him, and had their guns pointed directly at him.

It was unpleasantly familiar.

"I'm afraid that we are under strict, 24/7 orders to forbid the first-ranked esper, Accelerator, from travelling abroad. Please stand completely still-we don't want to hurt you. Come quietly and you will be let go with little repercussions."

Accelerator grit his teeth. ("THESE FUCKERS! Strict, 24/7 orders?! What in the hell?! And for me specifically?")

He could hear the slow approach of the officers. The slight clinking sound told him that they were planning to try handcuffing him.

But although that would never work due to his reflection, it still told him a multitude of things.

("They're trying to apprehend me without any regard for my reflection-which means that they don't know anything about me. Only my name, rank, and that they can't let me leave. If people who are so uninformed about me were still given orders to not let me pass no matter what, then that means that this isn't out of some personal grudge or from their boss; it's a direct order from the highest points of city management!")

The sounds of the handcuffs were becoming slightly muffled to his ears as his thoughts began racing.

("And if that's the case, that means...that there's a good reason why they can't let me leave. Some sort of plan...shit! SHIT! WHAT DO THOSE FUCKERS WANT WITH ME?")

His thoughts began to come to a close as the distance between him and the officers shortened to around the length of a ruler.

("Well...if they're the people that oversaw all this bullshit that's happened to me...")

"...THEN YOU ALL CAN FUCK OFF!"

Accelerator screamed into the air with such volume that he might as well have announced to the world. Spinning on his heel, he drove his other foot into the ground; enhancing the vectors of it's impact hundreds of times over, the resulting force slammed through the floor and created fissures in it; almost like a mini-earthquake. Every officer who had surrounded him fell over each other and onto their faces, and Accelerator didn't feel bad at all-not one single bit. Turning again, he faced the receptionist, whose face had gone pale.

"Let me tell you Academy City fuckers just one thing." His voice came out gruff, ragged, but also oddly happy-a combination of sadistic satisfaction. He could only imagine the smile he wore on his face, because upon speaking the receptionist seemed to cower even more.

"I don't know what the fuck you want to do to me, or what you want me to do, or what grand scheme you've made me a pawn in. I couldn't care less about it. I'm fucking out of here, off to a place where I don't have to deal with all your shit, AND NONE OF YOU ARE GONNA STOP ME! GYAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Laughing in sick glee, Accelerator enhanced the almost non-existent winds within the room by a thousand times, and sent the now insanely strong wind blast straight into the counter-the wind proved it's strength by crashing through the counter and blasting it to pieces, causing the receptionist to fall onto their ass in terror.

"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! TRY AND CATCH ME, YOU FUCKERS! LET ME SEE YOU TRY!"

Still laughing like a maniac, Accelerator marched through the room, ignoring the few people who were in the waiting area or standing around who were now pressed to the walls as far away from him as possible out of terror. He paid them no mind. He passed them all, and made his way to the exit doors, slamming them open. Before him was the vast takeoff area. A couple airplanes sat there, as well as a few private jets, but he didn't care. Those weren't his goal. He had made up his mind. If Academy City wasn't going to let him make a quiet escape, then he would leave with style.

He grinned to himself as he stepped out onto the huge space of empty ground. He began to exercise his brain once again; this time, running thousands of calculations through his head at once with the speed that only a supercomputer could match.

He then felt it. He began to lift off the ground, being carried up by the force of four things-four mini-hurricanes, with which he was producing through his manipulation of the air. His grin widened into a smirk as he rose high, high up into the air.

Above any office buildings.

Above any high-rise apartments or condos.

Above the Windowless Building.

He reveled a little in the majestic feeling of the night sky and breeze right in his face.

Then, after staying there for a moment. The next moment, he had shot off into the distance, the hurricanes propelling him far faster than even a jet would.

And thus began Accelerator's...vacation, for lack of a better word, to the Minato Ward in Tokyo.

Adolphe Pescarolo was, by all accounts, an eccentric old man.

He had a goatee paired with a mustache, with grey hair that parted at his forehead and went down both sides of his head, almost to his shoulders. He wore a polo shirt with a coat over it outside in public, and would wear a vest and necktie when at any formal occasion. He also was known for disregarding the rules that he himself would set at a given time.

That was, unexpectedly, what the headmaster of Shuchiin Academy, one of the most famous escalator schools for the rich and noble of Tokyo was like.

However, this aspect to the man was not always a disadvantage. There was one major advantage that came along with it.

Anyone eccentric would also be understanding and accepting of anyone or anything else that was eccentric.

And when he found a teenage boy who was around the age of his students, with pure white hair, a scrawny build and skinny arms passed out on a nearby bench when he was taking an evening stroll in his neighborhood, he would definitely consider that scenario eccentric.

"Oh dear...pour soul. He must be tired."

Though, it appeared that he had spoken a little too loud, for the boy seemed to stir after those words. He seemed to notice immediately that he was not alone-and thus he sat up straight away, giving Adolphe a clear view of his blood-red eyes that were currently narrowed in suspicion.

"And who are you?"

Aaaand there's the first chapter! The crossover that nobody asked for, but I decided to do anyway because honestly...I don't even know. *Shrugs*

Not sure how long I'll continue this, but I've got a couple ideas going, so I'll see how far I can take them.

If you've got any feedback you'd like to express on this first chapter, lemme know in a review! It can be praise, suggestions, or criticism; I appreciate all contributions, as it all helps me to write better!

Have a great day and stay safe!

-Cloak