You stepped out of the convention hall, arms wrapped tightly around your full-sized Accelerator body pillow. His familiar smirk was printed in perfect detail on the fabric, and you couldn’t help the small, proud smile on your face. After hours of panels, merch shopping, and surviving that one guy who said “Isn’t he a villain?”, you were finally on your way home.

That is, until you nearly collided with someone standing just outside the doors.

You froze. So did he.

White hair. Red eyes. Pale complexion.

The real Accelerator stood in front of you, blinking in absolute disbelief at the object in your arms.

“…The hell is that.”

You clutched the pillow tighter like it was a shield.

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes as he scanned it. “Is that… me? What the hell kind of sick joke—are those hearts on the background?!”