They went to buy the groceries for dinner at a nearby supermarket.
"…"
"…"
Accelerator and Misaka Worst stood listening to the outdated pop music that made one wonder, "Why the hell did they choose this?"
They felt as out of place as someone who went to a baseball game and accidentally ended up sitting in the seats by the third-base where the opposing team's cheering squad sat.
"Is this an attempt to line you and Misaka up next to normal people in order to find out just how twisted we are?" asked Misaka Worst as she pushed the rattling shopping cart with one hand.
Accelerator responded sounding even more displeased than her.
"…They're trying to get us used to peaceful scenes."
It may have sounded like a ridiculous idea, but there was actually nothing more important for people who had returned from the battlefield. If they weren't able to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling there and weren't able to adapt to the empty peaceful days, they would end up distancing themselves from the peace they had returned to and would only be able to live in constant battle.
Up until then, Accelerator and Misaka Worst had been at the center of evil created by various people.
They had been covered in filth crawling around in a world where blood being shed was the norm and outsmarting the established rules in order to live on was necessary.
They had gained a type of strength from those experiences, but they also held the risk of distancing themselves from peace.
Monsters.
Targets of fear.
Those who were found worthless if they could not kill someone.
If they didn't want to become those things, they had to take in that out-of-place atmosphere. They had to get to the point where that kind of place was the norm.
But…
"Hey, hey, Mr. Honor Student."
"Shut it."
"That sales advertisement doesn't matter. It's free if you steal it all."
"…Do you want me to punch you?"
"Why? Anyway. They're careful to make sure people don't take anything from the store at sweets shops, but doesn't it seem like they haven't thought of the idea of eating it all in the store and sticking the empty wrappers between the shelves?"
"You really are rotten to the core, aren't you?"
"Actually, Misaka can't believe that people actually go through the process of paying the amount on the price tag to get things. Isn't getting everything as cheaply and easily as possible the foundation of business?"
"It isn't business if you aren't paying for it."
"Oh! How about we eat some samples and then pretend to get food poisoning?"
"If you do that, I'll fucking eat you alive."
As he complained, a quizzical expression came to Accelerator's face.
(…How the hell did I become the one with more common sense?)
This did seem very out of place for him, but, at the same time, it wasn't really.
It was true that informing someone else what common sense dictated was out of place for him.
However, he decided that being immune to common sense was hardly something to brag about.