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*Cackles like a maniac*
Hehehehehehehehhehe— I wanna eat this😈
Morally Grey in a World of Black and White
"Every villain is a hero in their own mind." -Tom Hiddleston
Face down in the dirt was not an ideal way to wake up at all. Chuuya would argue that there were a million other ways an places to wake up that were better than face down in the dirt. One such example would be in a bed, maybe on his side, in a hotel. The best case would let him know where he was. As it now stood, he had no idea where the hell he was.
Normally, in a situation such as this, the logical thing to do would be to get a proper bearings and stock of the situation at hand. Gathering intel should be top priority. How one goes about doing that varies from situation to situation. However, a groan on Chuuya's left had him turning to see what was going on.
Also face down in the dirt, a few feet away, was a kid he'd never met before, but that didn't stop him from recognising him. The kid had a very monochrome colour palette for being a part of the Armed Detective Agency. Chuuya had seen the kid's picture before because of the bounty that had been on his head, and he'd seen an illusion of him at the hospital not even a week ago, but he'd never met the kid. Jinko, for that was what he knew the kid to be called, was Dazai's new protegee. Was that a good thing? Probably not, but that also lead him to hold high expectations of the kid. He was being taught by Dazai Osamu, so the kid had to be at least as skilled as Akutagawa had been when he was under Dazai!
Much like a cat, the kid stretched out on the grass as if basking in the sun before he stiffened and looked over at Chuuya. He didn't make a sound.
Chuuya smirked smugly, "Have a nice nap, Jinko?"
The kid flinched ever so slightly at something before shaking his head, "Where..?"
"No idea."
"Hm." The two let the silence take over again. They'd never interacted before now, so they didn't have much to go off of.
A quick scan of the area alerted the two to no other human presences. There didn't seem to be any animals either. It was weird. Not weird in the way that Yokohama could bost, but weird in the way that there was probably something happening around them that they couldn't figure out yet. It was kind of like the feeling that they both got when Dazai was scheming, but this was somehow worse.
Still holding the distance between themselves, the two made no move to face each other. Chuuya quietly noted the use of common sense in the detective. They'd been enemies not a week ago, but they were the only familiar thing around. Better to have their backs to each other than to the unknown around them.
Jinko hissed something that Chuuya couldn't quite make out before he was pulling him into the tree line. "What the hell?" Chuuya glared.
Jinko shushed him before whispering, "Someone's coming." And wasn't that just swell. Though, Chuuya had to admit that the kid had good instincts. He hadn't even heard anyone coming yet!
A few minutes of hiding in the bushes, there was a break in the plants opposite where the two hid and a kid with - was that green? - green hair stumbled into the clearing. They were obviously injured, but not bleeding. Honestly, they didn't look like a threat at all. As they fell to the ground and pulled out a notebook, they were seeming less like a potential threat and more like and injured bunny.
If Chuuya was confidant in his intel on the ADA, then he knew that the kid beside him would not let this injured bunny be.
Predictably, the were-tiger left the bushes to talk to the kid. Unpredictably, he kept his distance and seemed guarded in a way he hadn't been before. Was it because this green haired kid was a new variable in a new equation? Probably, but that didn't make sense. Jinko was guarded against the kid like he was ready to run, but he'd left his back open to Chuuya, a known enemy.
Enemy wasn't the right word. The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency had a truce, but it was shaky at best. It would take a while for all parties to get out of the headspace of what was basically an attack on sight order. Hostile was a better word to use when describing their current relationship.
"Hey," the were-tiger said, his voice soft but his stance was ready for a fight.
The green haired kid startled and looked up at the grey haired kid with wide eyes. They looked ready to run and cry at the same time. It was pathetic. It would get them killed in Yokohama.
"Hey," the were-tiger tried again, this time he lowered himself to the ground with his hands up in surrender. It was a compromising position should he need to fight or run. Chuuya shook his head. Maybe Dazia wasn't doing a good job teaching the kid. "I'm a bit lost, could you help me?"
The kid relaxed a bit when Jinko didn't come any closer to him. "Y-yeah. You're in Musutafu in the Chubu Prefecture of Japan."
That...was not where Chuuya last remembered being. He was fairly certain that that wasn't were Jinko last remembered being, either. The situation just got a bit more complicated.
To Jinko's credit, he took the information in stride. "Huh. Cool. I've never been here before," he said, "Could you tell me more about it?"
The green haired kid was almost completely relaxed now and Jinko risked scooting closer. The kid made no move to get away, so Chuuya made himself comfortable. He had the feeling this was going to be a long conversation.
~~~
Atsushi really wanted to wake up from whatever not-dream he was having now. He was certain that he'd fallen asleep in the closet last night after bid Kyoka a good night. So how in world had he gotten here?! And with Nakahara-san of all people! He was glad that the Port Mafia Executive hadn't attacked him when his back was turned. He was also a bit relieved to realize that they were both confused about what was going on.
The kid with green - honest to god, the kid had green hair! - hair was helpful, if not skittish. Not that Atsushi could blame them. Though, they were very forthcoming with information, so that was a good thing. It was a good thing that could get them killed in Yokohama.
Nakahara-san had stayed hidden in the bushes while he talked to the kid. He was glad for that. He'd never officially met Nakahara-san, but he'd heard stories from Dazai and whisper's in dark alleyways. Nakahara-san was a force to be reckoned with and Atsushi was beyond glad that they weren't currently trying to kill or otherwise maim each other.
To Atsushi, Nakahara-san was an intimidating person. He couldn't imagine how this kid would feel should the man come out of hiding suddenly.
Either way, he was gathering information from his only current source. He found out where they were, what time it was, a basic layout of the surrounding area, and some landmarks to look for. Most of it was tourist stuff, but it would be useful to him nonetheless. He wasn't anywhere near being a good detective and was still technically an intern at the Agency, but he'd read enough books as a kid - when he could - and asked Kunikida enough questions to know a bit of what he was doing.
He also was given some extra information that he hadn't been after. The kid's - male, he'd realized and quietly confirmed - name was Midoriya and he was in his final year before high school. Smart of the kid to not give away his first name. It was a Friday and schools in the Chubu prefecture had just let out for the weekend.
"I better get going," Midoriya gathered his things and stood up. Atsushi did so as well. "My mom will be wondering where I am soon.
"I understand," Atsushi smiled. He really didn't, but that would only bring up uncomfortable questions that he didn't really have enough training to lie his way through. "Have a safe trip home."
"I will, thank you, Nakajima-san," the kid bowed, "You as well!" Then he was gone.
It was quiet for a minute before the bushes behind him rustled. He didn't bother turning around because he knew who was at his back. Was this a good show of trust? He'd find out in a minute.
"Nice job, were-tiger." Nakahara-san walked closer to him, "I guess they are teachin' ya something at the ADA."
Now is when he turned to face the Port Mafia Executive. "Thanks, Nakahara-san."
The man raised an eyebrow. "How'd ya know my name?"
He shrugged minutely to feign indifference. "Dazai-san likes to talk when he's procrastinating."
Nakahara-san huffed a laugh, "Yeah, that sounds about right."
Another bout of quiet overtook them as the sun set. Finally, Atsushi said, "We're a bit away from home."
"Yeah."
Yokohama was their home. They worked against each other in the past, and are likely to in the future, but Yokohama was their home. It was their place to protect and serve in their own ways. Yokohama was also an independent city-state. It's boarders had been closed long before they'd even been born. Based on what Midoriya had said, they were very much outside of Yokohama. They didn't know what could get them killed here.
"Have you ever been outside the boarders?" Atsushi asked. He suddenly felt very small as he wrapped his arms around his torso and sunk into himself a bit.
"Never." Nakahara-san answered. He suddenly didn't seem as imposing as before.
"Oh."
Part 2
BSD x MHA (cause it's been in the brain for a bit)
Mainly focused on SSKK and, surprisingly, Yaomomo.
The usual doozy of BSD!timeline being centuries before MHA!timeline, and SSKK somehow find themselves way into the future with little to know knowledge on how to return back home. So, for now, they gotta ride time. And thankfully, since they're in the future, it won't change time.
Cue Atsushi and Akutagawa going through the ropes of learning this world and evidently getting into UA High School.
But amongst the many students that were their peers, one catches Aktuagawa's eye, mostly because of how uncanny she looks compared to his sister Gin.
Yaoyorozu Momo, their class vice representative.
Fast forward, they as well as a few other students went to Yaoyorozu's estate to get some help for exams, which the ravenette happily offered her help. Of course, Akutagawa or Atsushi were fine, they've read a whole lot before joining UA High School (to understand this timeline) and are a bit knowledgable, so they were there for support and side-tutoring. (Unless it was math, they're useless when it comes to it). Finding some time, Atsushi and Akutagawa was able to wander around and explore the house, his permission happily granted by Yaoyorozu. And after a bit of wandering, he finds himself in a hallway full of portraits. A gallery wall, of sorts.
Without realizing, they began walking down, seeing the portraits of family after family, their names and dates imprinted proudly on plaques.
But upon coming towards the end, there was no picture nor plaque, just mere newspaper clippings and blurry photos.
"They were the very first generation of our family lineage." A voice suddenly calls, making both Atsushi and Akutagawa turn their head to see a a woman with platinum blonde hair walking up to them.
"They don't have pictures?" Atsushi asked, confused.
"We don't know," admits the woman. "Most of the beginnings of our family are shrouded in mystery that not even the oldest of history books could shed some light on their lives. And the closest we could to know their identities are the clippings and photos before you."
And that's what is causing the pair much confusion. Familiar newspaper clippings told of a hero that saved the city from certain disaster. Blurred pictures of a shadowed figure in alleyways.
It's them.
Wrong Tiger
“Hey… Midoriya?
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know if it’s just me, or did your white tiger get bigger? Like massively bigger that it’s unheard of for a tiger to grow this big since this morning.”
Midoriya stared at his classmates before looking up to meet the tiger’s eyes.
“Midoriya, did you somehow lose your white tiger and unknowingly started taking care of another white tiger?”
“I-I don’t… know?”
“HOW THE HELL DO YOU NOT KNOW?!”
“K-Kaachan, I can’t tell the difference between two white tigers!”
“IDIOT! The tiger you took care of on day one is small and with blue eyes! This is twice as big and with yellow eyes!” Bakugou screeches, wildly gesturing at the large tiger while the lion he was taking care of and Uraraka look closer, a red panda perched on her head.
“Actually, there might be some purple in there.” she remarks, carefully outstretching a hand and yelping when the red panda took that as a platform and jumped on top of the tiger’s head. Before they could react though, the tiger simply jolted on the spot before not at all minding as the red panda played on them.
“At least they are docile!” Asui points out as she holds a bucket with a seal inside.
“Thank goodness for that,” Todoroki comments as he feeds his penguin another fish. “This reminds me of some stray news about a white tiger terrorizing towns and cities a few months ago.”
“Okay, that sounds terrifying.” Kaminari shudders, clutching the basket of baby chicks.
“Guys, this isn’t the time to be scared over old news,” Jirou points out with a snowy owl perched on her shoulder. “Right now, we have a different tiger in hand from the one Midoriya should be taking care of.”
“But how do we find a missing tiger? NOT TO MENTION where this one came from?” Kirishima asks as he leans against the rhino.
Midoriya frowned in thought and looked at the tiger who watched them with an observing eye. “Do you know where you are, where you came from?” he asks.
“Deku, are you seriously trying to copy Koda-?”
The tiger suddenly chuffs and moves its head elsewhere. They all turned their heads towards the entrance into the room.
“You… came from the entrance?” Midoriya tries.
The tiger lets out a quiet moan before shifting up to their paws. Leaning their head down, they transferred the red panda back to Uraraka and headed to the door.
“W-Wait a second, I don’t think you could make it through those doors!” Midoriya panics, making the tiger stop. “We can go through the gate! You want to go outside this enclosure?” he asks.
The tiger blinked before turning back around and gazed at the boy. He just stared back. “You… seem to understand me.” The tiger blinks again before ducking their head, ears lowered slightly. “N-Not that it’s weird!” He looks at the others.
“Guess we’re taking these guys to see the guests.”
---MEANWHILE---
“Atsushi-kun became small.”
Dazai, Chuuya, and Akutagawa turn around to see Kyouka resting a hand against a tiger that was a head taller than her, curled around and rubbing their chin against the top of her head.
“Huh, you’re right.” Chuuya remarks as they walk over. “Last I remember, the tiger kid is a lot bigger than this. Probably two-three times bigger?”
“And usually he wouldn’t want to keep this form on for much longer,” frowned Akutagawa, reaching a hand to pet the tiger’s head who chuffed happily under the attention. “Nor does he seek much affection.”
Dazai sighs in a fond manner, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “My my, Atsushi-kun. I suppose us coming to the zoo would have done something.” He reaches a hand. “Now come on, stop playi—”
Dazai’s eyes snapped open to come into contact with soft fur, and… nothing else. Chuuya, Akutagawa, and Kyouka stare with wide eyes at the Dazai and the tiger, the brunet’s hand firmly planted on the tiger’s head all while the animal chuffed happily at the new contact and rubbed itself against his head.
“He didn’t change back.” Kyouka instantly snapped her head to give Dazai a blank but threatening stare. “Why isn’t Atsushi-kun changing back?”
Dazai just stared and pulled back and used his other hand. Nothing. No bright flash of light of No Longer Human canceling out Beast Beneath the Moonlight, no human under his hand, and the tiger just being happy in their company. And last they remembered, Atsushi woke up on his wrong side in the closet that gave him a bad knick in his neck, causing him further aching that he more or less brushed off, albeit with a grimace and a bad mood.
That was actually the entire reason Dazai decided to drag him invite him on a trip to the zoo, and may as well bring the two mafiosi and Kyouka.
“Wait a second, isn’t there a white tiger enclosure?” Chuuya asks, looking at them. “Do you think the tiger kid is able to sneak off and another tiger just started following us?”
“Or maybe one of the keepers mistook Atsushi-kun if he did turn into a tiger,” Kyouka suggests.
“Does this count as another Jinko-kidnapping?” Akutagawa inquires.
“Boy, your boyfriend is missing!” Chuuya scolds and promptly bonks him on the head.
“This zoo is massive, and it’s closing soon.” Kyouka adds.
“Guess we have to go and see,” sighs Dazai.
“YOU TOO, S--TTY MACKEREL! FOCUS!”
“Ow, ow, Chuuya!”
“Come on, move it! Gosh, are me and Kyouka-chan the only ones worried about this or something?! YOU TWO ARE HIS BOYFRIEND AND MENTOR, DAMNIT!”
“Aww, but we get to see you’re caring side more~”
“DAZAI-”
“You really have to stop provoking him, Dazai-san.”
“It’s mostly empty, guests are leaving because of the early closing.” Jirou said as she looked around.
“But that would be easier, right?” Midoriya asks.
“I guess,” hums Kaminari.
The tiger looked around, letting out quiet roars and sniffing the air.
“Hear anything?” Midoriya asks.
The tiger shook its head and pawed at its face, moaning and shaking its head more.
“Too many smells,” Todoroki suggests. “They must’ve come from somewhere else.”
“Hey, we’ll help you buddy.” Kirishima pets the tiger’s head, smiling reassuringly. “But I need you to be real with me; can you actually understand us?”
The tiger looks at him and looks at the rest who all looked back. Sheepishly, it nodded.
“Did you come with people from outside the zoo?” Midoriya asks.
Another nod.
“How?” Asui asks, confused.
“Are you someone’s pet? I feel like rich people are able to own tigers or lions or just exotic pets.” Uraraka whispers, staring at the tiger. Instantly the tiger recoiled, growling threateningly. “Not a pet, not a pet! Sorry!” she panics. “It has too much human sentience for a tiger. And to be fair, I don’t think anyone would want to be called someone’s pet.”
“That’s cringe,” Kaminari blurts out.
“But it’s odd that you can both understand us and respond as if you are a human.” Midoriya said, looking at the tiger.
“Ah, there you are Atsushi-kun!”
They all turn their heads to see four people also with a white tiger walk over.
“There you are!” Midoriya exclaims in relief, opening his arms and letting the small tiger barrel into him.
“Who?” Uraraka asks, confused.
“Atsushi-kun,” the short girl said, pointing at the large white tiger.
“You… named your tiger Atsushi?” Kaminari asked, confused.
“No no, you misunderstand.” the brunet smiles. “This tiger here is actually my mentee!”
“But it’s a tiger.” Bakugou glares.
“Nope!” He reached over and booped the tiger’s nose.
A bright flash of blue light caused them to look away, but when they looked back, there stood a young man with platinum blonde hair in one-sided choppy bangs, bi-colored purple and yellow eyes that could parallel ametrines, and a face entirely red in embarrassment.
“A-Apologies for all the trouble I’ve caused,” he bowed his head.
The students all stared with their jaws to the ground while the white tiger happily trotted over and nudged against him. They blink in slight surprise before smiling quietly and pets the tiger.
“W-Wait- What?” Kirishima asks, confused. “Is that your Quirk?”
“Quirk? Oh no, not that. Something different.” the man smiles. “But anyways! We shouldn’t keep you long, nor should we overwelcome our stay. Best we be off now!”
And with that the brunet ushers his group off. And calling over his shoulder, “And please do keep an eye on your little tiger! They’re quite curious creatures.”
At the mention, Midoriya looks to where he last saw the tiger only to see an open space from where it stood.
“Oh no, not again!”
(A/N): This helped my crossover brainrot, don't mind me-
Competitive Streak
Atsushi sighs heavily as he walks through the hallway after leaving 1-C, still not used to seeing the top of some students’ heads given his transformed legs give him some height. He looks around before hearing familiar footsteps behind him.
“Atsushi.” He turns around to see his purple-haired classmate walk over to him.
“Oh, Shinsou. Need something?” he asks.
“Just some questions,” Shinsou shrugs his shoulders, joining Atsushi in stride. “Heading to 1-A?”
“Sort of.” Atsushi hums quietly, looking ahead. “Usually he would come to me. Something must’ve come up, but the train heading back to Kamino Ward will be leaving soon, and I’d rather not be stranded here again like last time.”
“You live outside the city?” Shinsou raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but it’s fine.” Atsushi shrugs his shoulders. But then his ears flick and he stops, eyes widening to see quite the crowd of students in front of 1-A. “Oh… That’s why.”
“Because of the upcoming Sports Festival, several of the students from the other branches want to know what Class 1-A is like, being quite the popular class.” Shinsou explains. “Which leads to my next question: would you be partaking in the festival?”
Atsushi blinks and thinks for a moment. Carefully, “For the most part, I don’t think I would. I have a bit of a competitive side, and it really comes out when I’m face-to-face with one of 1-A’s students. The black-haired one, silver eyes? The one that looks like he’d rather be somewhere else than anywhere.”
“Akutagawa?”
“Him.”
Shinsou raises an eyebrow, eyeing the tiger up and down. “Never thought you and him knew each other. Is he the one that you usually wait for.”
“Yup.”
They continue walking before Shinsou says, “It’s odd that someone like you willingly switched to General Education rather than try your luck at the hero course.”
Atsushi hums quietly, smiling in understanding. “Yeah, it really doesn’t make sense, huh? But really… I needed a change of pace. Yes, I would still want to save people, it’s all I’ve ever known. But the fighting… I need a break.” Atsushi weakly smiles. Shinsou gazes at him for a moment before nodding his head. “Are you doing it? Need some support?” Atsushi asks.
“I’m planning on doing the festivities, yes. But I think almost everyone in General Education would bite the bullet to have a chance at getting into the Hero course if they failed the practical exam before the start of the school year.” Shinsou explains.
Atsushi nods his head before yelping when something wrapped tightly around his arm and he was dragged off. “Ah-” He looks over to see Akutagawa stalking off, only glaring at him sharply. His social battery is at an all time low, huh? Atsushi smiles reassuringly before waving to Shinsou, “I’ll think about it! But if I do, I won’t go easy on you!”
Shinsou simply watched them go before nodding his head and making his way through the crowd of students.
They sat in the middle of their small apartment, Akutagawa all but sitting across Atsushi’s lap and head resting on Atsushi’s shoulder all while the tiger watched the news. On the coffee table in front of them, a glass of finished water and a bowl of half-finished soup. He feels a tug on his sleeve and Atsushi turns his head to see Akutagawa lift him up enough to look back properly.
“What are your opinions regarding the Sports Festival?” Atsushi asks, tilting his head.
“Indifferent,” answers the ravenet, letting his tired eyes rest. “This year, too, there seems to be an odd spike of Villain attacks. There was controversy whether or not UA should hold it this year.”
“Right,” Atsushi nods his head, remembering the USJ Incident that landed Akutagawa in Recovery Girl’s nurse’s office due to the strain on his lungs. “The Sports Festival would be broadcasted, an easy giveaway of what our classmate’s Quirks, their pros and cons, and those tiny things about them. Their intent.”
Akutagawa sighs heavily. “But because of that sudden remark from that news reporter, I wouldn’t be surprised if those people would avoid me.”
Atsushi frowned heavily and he held Akutagawa tighter.
“Then if we can’t talk to All Might, then surely you can explain allowing that sketchy student to join the Hero Course!” One of the reporters exclaimed.
“Hey now,” Aizawa narrows his eyes slightly at the person. “They are students, mind you. Nor should you make assumptions right off the bat.” He casts a glance over his shoulder to where Akutagawa was standing, looking indifferent.
However, Atsushi’s tail was lashing and bristling, ears pinned down, pupils dilated so thinly you couldn’t see them, and hackles raised into a snarl.
“Oooh, they’re about to get it now,” grits Present Mic.
“Calm down. The police will handle it.” Aizawa looks over and motions his head inside the building. Akutagawa noticed it of course and nodded his head in response, taking Atsushi’s arm and, with a light tug, managed to pull themselves into the building.
“Don’t bother,” Akutagawa says, snapping Atsushi out of his thoughts. “I don’t care what they have to say about me. All I care is…” his voice trails off, gray eyes meeting bi-colored sunset ones. Slowly Akutagawa’s face went red and he shifted to hide his face. But just barely Atsushi hears a muffled, “All I care is your opinion.”
Atsushi smiles and he pulls Akutagawa close to a hug. “Well, even though I know you’re going to ace it, do you still want to train?” After a beat, Akutagawa lifts his head again to only give the tiger a knowing look.
“You’re just taking this opportunity for us to spar like we used to.”
Atsushi just sticks his tongue out teasingly. “I didn’t hear a no~!”
“My only hope is if we don’t destroy a building while we’re at it.”
Atsushi couldn’t help but laugh at that before quickly adding, “And no boats!”
— — —
“I smell… so much… food…!” Atsushi couldn’t help but start drooling at the good smelling stand food.
Akutagawa just shakes his head with a knowing smirk. “The Sports Festival is treated like a whole festival, if not a tournament. Of course there would be some food stands.” The ravenet looks over only to realize Atsushi had just vanished.
He looks around wildly before sighing heavily, facepalming. “Jinko, you can’t eat something. You’re also partaking in this, you’ll end up with a stomach ache at the end.” he calls into the crowd, looking around.
But as he continues standing there, the more aware he senses the crowd glancing at him and the whispers starting to form. But that only made him click his tongue in disappointment before heading off to try and find the tiger.
After finding him by a crepe’s stand, he drags Atsushi off with the promise that they get something to eat when they were able to.
(A/N: [stares at the bonfire that is the BSD fandom] Yeah we're not recovering soon with so many revelations and deaths in the span of a single chapter, aren't we?) — (ANYWAYS- This was buried in my Google Docs in a random AU/Scenario of SSKK in MHA, they own an apartment in Kamino Ward, Atsushi is stuck[??] half-transformed and is continuously mistaken as someone with a Mutant Quirk and not a Transformation Quirk, and Atsushi being in GenEd, best buds[ish] with Shinsou, while Akutagawa is in the Hero Course because WHY NOT-) — (I had others before, but it began feeling too stereotypical in my tastes, as well as it being the same scenario explained. Made it feel like it took place in the same scenario when I wanted each to be different but noooooo) — (another ANYWAYS, hoped you enjoyed regardless =w=)
BEAST!BSD x MHA Y'all thought I escaped this brainrot, but no. I'm stuck here. I don't know how to get out. And it got worse. It has infected the unhinged side of my brain where it just mashes things together more than it should be. How? Look at the title again.
Basically: Beast!SSKK stay in touch after Nakajima and Kyouka take to the orphanage, with Ryuunosuke every now and then coming by to visit and see how the two are faring. Not only that, but to check in on the Book that Mori took with him upon leaving his job as the Port Mafia boss.
They were talking with Nakajima talking about a story that caught the attention of the majority of the orphanage's children. A world where having powers were normal, and that it's worldbuilding was quite thought through.
But admist their conversing, they suddenly hear the sound of pages flipping.
Before they could realize what was happening, a white light blinds them, and the next the coldness of night greets them, when it was last afternoon for them.
At first they thought an Ability got them and trapped them in some sort of dimension or room in hopes to get the Book. But that wasn't the case, as the simple white book laid right next to Nakajima.
The next thought was why are we 15???
Cue Ryuunosuke feeling a familiar rush of having full control of Rashomon again, tendrils of his Ability coming off the clothes on his back, hovering around them protectively without his command. And Nakajima all but panicking in silence at the familiar pain around his neck.
Because he killed the Headmaster when he was 15.
Before they could find out what's going on or figure out what to do first between the unfamiliar world around them, the possibility that someone is attacking the orphanage back home, or what happened to themselves, Rashomon suddenly lashed out. Only for her to stop short in front of a... small talking white rat in a suit.
Ominously, they suggest the two, "Why not take the entrance exam held at UA High School?" and vanishes without a trace. Nakajima is convinced his hallucinations are getting out of hand, Ryuunosuke snaps him out of it but agrees that the being could be a cryptid.
Deciding their options, they take to the high school, standing in front of its opened gates as students slowly by surely trickling inside; today seemed to be the school's annual entrance exam to evaluate to-be students.
But Nakajima is hesitant; he still had problems, is still undergoing self-rehabilitation, and is definitely not able to handle helping people when he's internally fighting with his Ability. Not to mention, they have the Book with them. Or a Book? At least a receiver of some sort, a closed gateway to return back home through their own copy of the Book. (The problem being they don't know how, having opened and closed this book multiple times for nothing to happen, and the insides all but blank.)
So they come to an agreement: Ryuunosuke would take the exam and hopefully-most-definitely ace the exams, while Nakajima goes around finding a place for them to stay.
Preferably a city in Yokohama, for a sense of familiarity.
Cue Ryuunosuke passing the exam with more or less the highest points in Rescue, getting into 1-A, and have shenanigans just begin. All but while keeping an eye out for clues on how to get back home but also something else whose eyes are on his partner...
(A/N: [faceplants on the table] I've truly fallen out of my prime =m="")
NO THIS IS SO REAL- IM NOT EVEN IN THE MHA FANDOM AT THIS POINT BUT I READ THIS FIC CUZ I WAS BORED AND WHY NOT AND IT WAS SO GOOD NGL-
( @dfgfigfhf this is that mha and bsd fic I was telling u abt a few weeks ago btw😭😭😭)
Have you heard of 'When We're Together (I'm Not Afraid of My Tears)'? Since M&M ended it's been my new crossover fixation
YES! YES I HAVE!
Ohhh it's so good, i'm glad im not the only one rabid about this 😅
now that i think about it, i probably should post some sketches (i've been doodling some scenes in my notebook during church lmao) so thanks for reminding me!!
All of your assumptions start to look presumptuous / If you only took a look around | BSD x MHA | Ranpo POV
He was incredibly smart, and it wasn’t a quirk or whatnot.
After his parents had died, all he had was the police academy they wanted him to go to. Of course, his smarts were noticed and he was taken in to be trained to become a detective instead. Thus, he was taught that, what he’d like to summarize as, ‘everyone was dumb’.
People didn’t notice as much as he did, and so no, adults were not monsters that did weird things, and not pretending that, say, this one guy wasn’t totally abusing his wife. Safe to say, he held the record of solving the most cold cases.
Tsukauchi only stared at him, before groaning. “Fine, come here, take a look at this,” and held up a folder.
Ranpo gingerly snatched it, opening it wide and reading about a paragraph in, before frowning. “Why’s it so lengthy?”
“Big corporations, you know the kind. A whole lot of it feels like filler, but kami forbid they make it short and concise for the detectives who pull all-nighters over it.”
“The USJ incident? Seems pretty blunt to me.” -- OR, instead of Ranpo meeting Fukuzawa, he stays at the academy and kinda gets pulled out to be a detective idk how it works. hes quirkless btw BSD x MHA
when you end up planning out a multi-chapter story and somehow end up cramming it into a oneshot:
Morally Grey in a World of Black and White
"Every villain is a hero in their own mind."
-Tom Hiddleston
Face down in the dirt was not an ideal way to wake up at all. Chuuya would argue that there were a million other ways an places to wake up that were better than face down in the dirt. One such example would be in a bed, maybe on his side, in a hotel. The best case would let him know where he was. As it now stood, he had no idea where the hell he was.
Normally, in a situation such as this, the logical thing to do would be to get a proper bearings and stock of the situation at hand. Gathering intel should be top priority. How one goes about doing that varies from situation to situation. However, a groan on Chuuya's left had him turning to see what was going on.
Also face down in the dirt, a few feet away, was a kid he'd never met before, but that didn't stop him from recognising him. The kid had a very monochrome colour palette for being a part of the Armed Detective Agency. Chuuya had seen the kid's picture before because of the bounty that had been on his head, and he'd seen an illusion of him at the hospital not even a week ago, but he'd never met the kid. Jinko, for that was what he knew the kid to be called, was Dazai's new protegee. Was that a good thing? Probably not, but that also lead him to hold high expectations of the kid. He was being taught by Dazai Osamu, so the kid had to be at least as skilled as Akutagawa had been when he was under Dazai!
Much like a cat, the kid stretched out on the grass as if basking in the sun before he stiffened and looked over at Chuuya. He didn't make a sound.
Chuuya smirked smugly, "Have a nice nap, Jinko?"
The kid flinched ever so slightly at something before shaking his head, "Where..?"
"No idea."
"Hm." The two let the silence take over again. They'd never interacted before now, so they didn't have much to go off of.
A quick scan of the area alerted the two to no other human presences. There didn't seem to be any animals either. It was weird. Not weird in the way that Yokohama could bost, but weird in the way that there was probably something happening around them that they couldn't figure out yet. It was kind of like the feeling that they both got when Dazai was scheming, but this was somehow worse.
Still holding the distance between themselves, the two made no move to face each other. Chuuya quietly noted the use of common sense in the detective. They'd been enemies not a week ago, but they were the only familiar thing around. Better to have their backs to each other than to the unknown around them.
Jinko hissed something that Chuuya couldn't quite make out before he was pulling him into the tree line. "What the hell?" Chuuya glared.
Jinko shushed him before whispering, "Someone's coming." And wasn't that just swell. Though, Chuuya had to admit that the kid had good instincts. He hadn't even heard anyone coming yet!
A few minutes of hiding in the bushes, there was a break in the plants opposite where the two hid and a kid with - was that green? - green hair stumbled into the clearing. They were obviously injured, but not bleeding. Honestly, they didn't look like a threat at all. As they fell to the ground and pulled out a notebook, they were seeming less like a potential threat and more like and injured bunny.
If Chuuya was confidant in his intel on the ADA, then he knew that the kid beside him would not let this injured bunny be.
Predictably, the were-tiger left the bushes to talk to the kid. Unpredictably, he kept his distance and seemed guarded in a way he hadn't been before. Was it because this green haired kid was a new variable in a new equation? Probably, but that didn't make sense. Jinko was guarded against the kid like he was ready to run, but he'd left his back open to Chuuya, a known enemy.
Enemy wasn't the right word. The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency had a truce, but it was shaky at best. It would take a while for all parties to get out of the headspace of what was basically an attack on sight order. Hostile was a better word to use when describing their current relationship.
"Hey," the were-tiger said, his voice soft but his stance was ready for a fight.
The green haired kid startled and looked up at the grey haired kid with wide eyes. They looked ready to run and cry at the same time. It was pathetic. It would get them killed in Yokohama.
"Hey," the were-tiger tried again, this time he lowered himself to the ground with his hands up in surrender. It was a compromising position should he need to fight or run. Chuuya shook his head. Maybe Dazia wasn't doing a good job teaching the kid. "I'm a bit lost, could you help me?"
The kid relaxed a bit when Jinko didn't come any closer to him. "Y-yeah. You're in Musutafu in the Chubu Prefecture of Japan."
That...was not where Chuuya last remembered being. He was fairly certain that that wasn't were Jinko last remembered being, either. The situation just got a bit more complicated.
To Jinko's credit, he took the information in stride. "Huh. Cool. I've never been here before," he said, "Could you tell me more about it?"
The green haired kid was almost completely relaxed now and Jinko risked scooting closer. The kid made no move to get away, so Chuuya made himself comfortable. He had the feeling this was going to be a long conversation.
~~~
Atsushi really wanted to wake up from whatever not-dream he was having now. He was certain that he'd fallen asleep in the closet last night after bid Kyoka a good night. So how in world had he gotten here?! And with Nakahara-san of all people! He was glad that the Port Mafia Executive hadn't attacked him when his back was turned. He was also a bit relieved to realize that they were both confused about what was going on.
The kid with green - honest to god, the kid had green hair! - hair was helpful, if not skittish. Not that Atsushi could blame them. Though, they were very forthcoming with information, so that was a good thing. It was a good thing that could get them killed in Yokohama.
Nakahara-san had stayed hidden in the bushes while he talked to the kid. He was glad for that. He'd never officially met Nakahara-san, but he'd heard stories from Dazai and whisper's in dark alleyways. Nakahara-san was a force to be reckoned with and Atsushi was beyond glad that they weren't currently trying to kill or otherwise maim each other.
To Atsushi, Nakahara-san was an intimidating person. He couldn't imagine how this kid would feel should the man come out of hiding suddenly.
Either way, he was gathering information from his only current source. He found out where they were, what time it was, a basic layout of the surrounding area, and some landmarks to look for. Most of it was tourist stuff, but it would be useful to him nonetheless. He wasn't anywhere near being a good detective and was still technically an intern at the Agency, but he'd read enough books as a kid - when he could - and asked Kunikida enough questions to know a bit of what he was doing.
He also was given some extra information that he hadn't been after. The kid's - male, he'd realized and quietly confirmed - name was Midoriya and he was in his final year before high school. Smart of the kid to not give away his first name. It was a Friday and schools in the Chubu prefecture had just let out for the weekend.
"I better get going," Midoriya gathered his things and stood up. Atsushi did so as well. "My mom will be wondering where I am soon.
"I understand," Atsushi smiled. He really didn't, but that would only bring up uncomfortable questions that he didn't really have enough training to lie his way through. "Have a safe trip home."
"I will, thank you, Nakajima-san," the kid bowed, "You as well!" Then he was gone.
It was quiet for a minute before the bushes behind him rustled. He didn't bother turning around because he knew who was at his back. Was this a good show of trust? He'd find out in a minute.
"Nice job, were-tiger." Nakahara-san walked closer to him, "I guess they are teachin' ya something at the ADA."
Now is when he turned to face the Port Mafia Executive. "Thanks, Nakahara-san."
The man raised an eyebrow. "How'd ya know my name?"
He shrugged minutely to feign indifference. "Dazai-san likes to talk when he's procrastinating."
Nakahara-san huffed a laugh, "Yeah, that sounds about right."
Another bout of quiet overtook them as the sun set. Finally, Atsushi said, "We're a bit away from home."
"Yeah."
Yokohama was their home. They worked against each other in the past, and are likely to in the future, but Yokohama was their home. It was their place to protect and serve in their own ways. Yokohama was also an independent city-state. It's boarders had been closed long before they'd even been born. Based on what Midoriya had said, they were very much outside of Yokohama. They didn't know what could get them killed here.
"Have you ever been outside the boarders?" Atsushi asked. He suddenly felt very small as he wrapped his arms around his torso and sunk into himself a bit.
"Never." Nakahara-san answered. He suddenly didn't seem as imposing as before.
"Oh."
Storyboard Part 2
"In any story, the villain is the catalyst. The hero's not a person who will bend the rules or shw the cracks in his armor.He's one-dimensional intentionally, but the villain is the person who owns up to what he is and stands by it."
-Marilyn Manson
The night was spent getting a proper hold of their bearings. They knew where in Japan they were, but no idea how to get back. They also had no idea on how they got there, but that was a problem for later. For now, shelter and food were to two most pressing issues.
Chuuya and Atsushi had never worked together before, so they were stumbling around each other the entire night. Atsushi had been hell bent on them finding shelter before anything else, and Chuuya was insistent on getting money first. Atsushi was willing to break a few laws to keep them safe, but he was very vocal about not hurting anyone. Chuuya was willing to break every law he could think of in order to get his way. They could both agree that they'd rather avoid working together ever again after they've gotten back Yokohama.
It's terrible, working with someone so different from yourself. Stumbling over each other and getting in one another's way. It could cost a life. It could cost many lives.
"That'd be terrible for being undercover." Atsushi said. He was still holding himself under a mask around Chuuya.
Chuuya scoffed. "Since when are we undercover?"
"Since neither of us know where we are or what's going on."
"Oh? Is that snark I hear?" Underlings who sassed him never got out of it unscathed.
He was suddenly confidant in his answer, "Yeah. What about it? You can't attack me."
Atsushi isn't Chuuya's underling. "Who says I can't?"
"The truce between our two groups." Damn it. "Besides, I could go to local law enforcement and report you for assault and battery."
"But you won't." Good point. "If you did, then you'd be alone in unfamiliar territory. When you get back, the truce would be called off and you'd have the entire Port Mafia after your head."
Atsushi didn't respond, falling back into the mask of self preservation.
Chuuya sighed. "Fine. In order to keep a low profile, we'll do things your way."
Still not saying anything, Atsushi took a step ahead of Chuuya and went in search of an abandoned building to set up a temporary base in. It was late, probably near midnight, so not many were out. Those who were out were sniffed out and avoided. Despite everything, Atsushi made himself ignore the calls for help. Getting involved would mean being seen. Being seen would do no good at the moment.
Chuuya was reluctant to follow Atsushi, but he had to admit that the kid wasn't acting at all like he expected him to. He'd expected a coward or someone who would go running to help at the first scream, but he did no such thing. The kid kept sniffing at the air as they walked, leading through back allies and staying out of light.
"I can say for certain that nothing has happened to the ADA." Atsushi spoke softly.
"What makes ya say that?" Chuuya asked. He was genuinely curious. How did this kid know anything like that? Could he determine anything about the Port Mafia?
Atsushi's eyes seemed to be glowing when he looked back at Chuuya, the gold and purple covered in an almost not-there film. Eyeshine, Chuuya noted, is a thing all cats have. Helps them see in the dark. "I haven't lost control of my Ability." Was that supposed to be a reassurance? "The President's Ability is still working, so I can confidently say that he - at the very least - is okay."
"Based off of that," Chuuya added on, "Everything should be okay with the Port Mafia, too."
These were only assumptions and they both new that.
It was quiet as they kept walking, still out of light and still away from humans. It took another thirty minutes of wandering until they found a place to hole up. It was a very rundown building, but it was still standing. It didn't seem to have any other occupants, so that was a point in their book.
The interior was as rundown as the exterior. The floors had no holes, but every other board squeaked when stepped on. The lights didn't work, so it was safe to assume nothing else did either. While there was no holes in the walls or broken windows, the place was starting to show signs of life in the graffiti and plants creeping in. The stairs leading to the second floor weren't rotted through, but enough weight would cause them to collapse. Much like the first floor, the second floor squeaked on every other step. The paint and wallpaper was peeling at the corners, and the doors were falling of their hinges.
Chuuya didn't like getting dirty. He'd spent so long living on the streets that the thought of staying in this building was barely digestible. Regardless, he picked a room on the second floor and went in. "I'll be in here for the night. Don't bother me." He doubted he'd get any sleep, but it would be a good place to think.
Atsushi nodded and left the man on his own. Part of him said it was a bad idea, but the rest of him knew that they were forced to trust and rely on each other. He choose the room next to Chuuya's and curled up in the far corner. He was used to sleeping in places like this. The cellar in the orphanage was much worse than here. Colder, too. Less bright.
~~~
The new first order of business, Chuuya decided, was to sort out his thoughts. Based on the maps of Japan he'd studied when he first joined the Port Mafia told him that Yokohama was near the Chubu Prefecture. It had once been a part of it, but had declared itself independent a long time ago. When exactly, he wasn't sure, but that wasn't a pressing thing to know at the moment.
He'd gone to bed on Friday night had woken up Friday afternoon. He had a whole week missing from his memory and that was never a good sign. At least, the best case suggested a week. Without knowing the exact date, he had no idea how big of a blank was now taking up his memory.
The next thing Chuuya did was search his person. He was fully dressed in his uniform, so that meant he had woken up and gotten dressed somewhere during the missing blank. He was still fully armed with a gun under his vest and the hidden knives on his person. His phone was in his back pocket, but was dead. His wallet was inside his coat, but he had no cash. At least he still had his gloves.
The next thing to do would be to set out a plan of action, but that would have to wait until Jinko woke up. Getting their story straight was the next pressing matter, but he was gonna let the kid get some rest. God knows they both need it.
Part 1 Storyboard
Random Plot Bunnies and Asks
Masterpost
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Do you use a weighted blanket?
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Danny: Why use a weighted blanket when the weight of my responsibilities weigh me down enough?
Constantine: Why use a weighted blanket when all of my sins weigh me down enough?
Tim: Sleep is fantastic, but have you heard of coffee?
Billy: Does my cat count?
How To Balance
Danny: Sleep is fantastic, but have you heard of coffee?
Dick: Why use a weighted blanket when the weight of my responsibilities weigh me down enough?
Tim: Does my cat count?
Bruce: Why use a weighted blanket when all of my sins weigh me down enough?
Take Back Your Minx
Danny: Why use a weighted blanket when all of my sins weigh me down enough?
Jason: Why use a weighted blanket when the weight of my responsibilities weigh me down enough?
Be Thou For The People
Ed: Why use a weighted blanket when all of my sins weigh me down enough?
Truth: Does my cat count?
Morally Grey
Chuuya: Sleep is fantastic, but have you heard of coffee? // Does my cat count?
Atsushi: Why use a weighted blanket when all of my sins weigh me down enough? // Does my cat count?
I now pass this question onto all artists and writers. Do your characters use a weighted blanket?
Okay I have been looking for a fic for ages and I'm finally caving and asking tumblr plsplspls help me 😭😭🙏🙏
it's a bsd × mha fic and it's the classic skk infiltrate ua or whatever and I am searching for it because of a specific scene I remember and it's basically cops and robbers w the whole class and skk were on opposite sides I think and nobody was listening to dazais suggestions (i think iida was on his team and dazai was getting annoyed by him) so he just gets pissed and then after the exercise hes annoyed and when he meets back up w everyone he just drapes himself over chuuya to recharge lol
THIS IS SO NONSPECIFIC AND IM SORRY BUT I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT AND I NEED TO REREAD IT NOW BUT ITS LOST IN MY TABS AND THERES SO MANY MHA X BSD FICS I CANT FIND IT PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭