A Certain Vector Operator's Yuri

[Now available without charge. I'll be revising the story from the beginning, fixing earlier plot holes and inconsistencies and deepening my characterization. I can't guarantee updates. I removed the paywall because I want to finish the story in a more relaxed and passionate way.

Readers of this story can probably tell that I truly love the character Accelerator. My decision to remove the paywall isn't because I stopped liking Accelerator or because I can't keep writing. It's because, as I reread the original again and again, I wanted so badly to understand this character and let her regain what she lost in the world I created for her. But in the end, even though I had worked out the basic outline, I kept holding myself back. I spent ages thinking over every little scene, looking up tons of information, and rereading the original, until it became difficult to write a single line.

I don't want to shortchange Accelerator, or my own love for her. I don't want to throw out the outline and slap a “The End” on it just to be done. I gave myself time to make adjustments, but I'm sorry I couldn't manage it, so I've decided to remove the paywall. Now I can finish the rest of the story slowly, without pressure. Thank you to the readers who've stayed with me, and to everyone who's read this far. I'll learn from this experience with my next plot-focused story and do my best to plan every plot and emotional turning point before I start. I won't let this happen again.

#I will love Accelerator forever.

Thank you, everyone. I'm sorry.]

-Story Blurb-

After transmigrating, Academy City’s strongest and most evil student, Accelerator, unexpectedly turned into a lazy couch potato.

She killed time, drank coffee, and even returned to her old life as a student.

She called it being a couch potato, but really, she was forced to keep busy.

The young, capable man at her company was always inviting her for coffee. Her colleague, who kept Rashomon as a pet, treated her like a sounding board. Her suicide-obsessed boss kept asking her to die together.

A sickly Russian tried to co-write a screenplay with her. The disciplinary committee wanted to kill her for skipping four and a half days of school out of five. And the flamboyantly dyed-haired teacher at the high school next door was hiding a secret about time and space.

And traveling ten years into the future or a hundred years into the past became part of daily life.

Byakuya handed her a bag of marshmallows.

Muzan saw her and immediately fell apart.

But all she wanted was to return to Academy City and become a responsible and dedicated board chair. :)

“The road ahead is Accelerator!”

1. Accelerator's gender is ambiguous in the original. This story portrays her as a woman. She's the board chair's favorite!

2. There are headcanons about the worldbuilding, plot, timeline, and more.

3. The buildings dancing in your hands are my unchanging faith. May Yurikago forever endure! (This line comes from a certain site.)

Here is the blurb for my next story! Visit my author page to save it to your collection.

“Ability: Persecute Dazai,” also known as “Ability: 3D Modeling”

I'm Mori Oriyuki, a prospective executive of the Port Mafia and an award-winning city developer.

My ability is called 3D Modeling: the power to change everything and create anything, complete with a material renderer.

At the Port Mafia, I'm also known as the “Dazai Killer.”

In a city where 30% of everything is made up of my ability,

Mr. Dazai, whose ability can nullify all other abilities, has to watch out for:

The bathroom wall that turns out to be completely transparent.

The tofu he wants to use to kill himself that turns into a hedgehog figurine the moment he touches it.

The gun he grabs on a whim that turns into a screaming chicken in his hands.

The spare bandages he keeps that are actually girls' hair ribbons tied in bows.

And it's not unusual for a patch of ground to suddenly disappear when he nullifies it while walking down the street.

But that's all the fault of “No Longer Human.” What does my “3D Modeling” have to do with it?

Oh well, Nakahara is waiting for me to come home for dinner, the dessert coupon I got for my pink-haired classmate is about to expire, and kind, sickly Dostoevsky managed to get two rare concert tickets.

I'm busy with work, so please stop abusing your position to get back at me, Mr. Dazai.

Wait?!

How did I wake up in Dazai's bed after traveling ten years into the future?!

What's with that disgusting look on his face, like he's saying, “Long time no see, my love”?!

Is his brain broken, or is mine?!

...No, this must be a new way for Future Me to torment Mr. Dazai. :)

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Theme: Positive and healthy.