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Amidst Night and Moonlight
It wasn’t unusual that Atsushi was called out to drag his drunken mentor back to the dorms, nor was it he’d bump into Akutagawa along the way, doing the same for his drunken executive. But what was unusual was the fact they were at a bustling club rather than those holes in the wall bars.
“Can you see them?” Atsushi calls from beyond the loud music. But given that the raven was squinting, slowly scanning the areas and specifically the bar, he couldn’t. He sighs in defeat as they fall back to stand at the wall, keeping together amidst the crowded building. “Think they ditched and are off somewhere?” he guessed.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if this entire thing was planned.”
“You think they planned this drunk?”
“Do you want me to answer that?”
“Definitely not.” Atsushi sighs again and looks towards the dance floor.
The music was ear piercing and the lights were blaring, but even then, he could tell that they were enjoying themselves, drunk or not. He glances over at Akutagawa who more or less was looking at his phone, squinting at the screen. They’re here, may as well try…
Atsushi nudged the other and held up a hand, a silent offer. Akutagawa stared at it for a moment before scowling and returned back to looking at his phone, but Atsushi knew he didn’t mean it. It was more softer than his usual scowls or glares, and given the fact that the other pressed closer that he was leaning on the detective, it was a silent apology.
Atsushi just quietly smiled, although it may look more resigned from an outside perspective. He knew that the other would reject, given that it was such a crowded place. He supposed that he wanted to try to break that barrier of vulnerability on Akutagawa’s part. Maybe another night, he sighs to himself, closing his eyes to rest them from the lights.
He felt a nudge and he looked over in time to Akutagawa grabbing his arm and they hugged the wall as they exited the club through the back entrance. “W-Wait a sec, what about-”
“There was no point in being in there for longer if the people we’re finding aren’t in the building.” Akutagawa pointedly scowled. Atsushi just nervously smiled at that and decided to just follow the other’s lead. He seemed to know where to go, or at least had a destination. Wonder where it’ll be. Looking over, Akutagawa continued walking, keeping his gaze straight ahead.
“Akutagawa?”
Silence.
Atsushi looked at him for a moment longer before sighing to himself and looked around, before raising an eyebrow. Where were they?
His ametrine sunset eyes flickered and shone a bright gold color, purple pupils dilating to large orbs as he surveyed the area. Yokohama International Passenger Terminal…? Before Atsushi could ask what was going on, he yelped when his hands were suddenly grabbed and pulled forward.
With a stumble, he catches himself in time to be centimeters away from Akutagawa’s face, just barely seen under the bright moonlight. Atsushi stares at Akutagawa’s face before smiling quietly and shifting his hands to rest on their shoulders, feeling Akutagawa’s rest on his waist. Amidst the moonlight and the gentle crashing of the waters against the harbor, they swayed to a silent rhythm, their foreheads pressed and serene smiles on their faces.
“I’m sorry…” Akutagawa whispers, keeping his eyes closed.
Atsushi chuckles, “It’s okay. I should’ve figured you wouldn’t want to dance in that place.”
“And you’re not mad?”
“Why would I be?”
Silence, but Atsushi smiles at the sight of the other’s quieter one.
“Thank you for understanding me,” he whispers and takes a step forward. Atsushi yelped, his arms frantically wrapping around the other’s shoulders as he was dipped backwards, only one leg was planted on the ground, the other awkwardly up in the air.
Instantly his face rushes red before he lets out a barely concealed laugh, shoulders shaking and Akutagawa just follows suit, although a bit better than Atsushi and they share a kiss before Akutagawa pulls Atsushi back up and they resume, hand in hand. Before they knew it, they walked along the passenger terminal’s grounds, full of ballroom dancing.
Close by, both Chuuya and Dazai watched while recording the entire thing.
“I win the bet, Mackerel~” Chuuya snickers ominously, holding his phone as he records the sweet scene before them.
Dazai just silently parroted in a mocking tone and pouted the rest, bringing up his night vision binoculars to watch the pair as they continued dancing amidst the night and moonlight.
(A/N): why did i post this in the first place? well- this tiny itty-bitty fic was more or less inspired by this post by @k0t3x-n3t! Thank you for letting me write this tiny thing! Thank you for reading! (really bout to out myself with that singular catchphrase that i do on ao3 hm-)
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-
(A/N: Not the same but follows similar preferences [aka pm!atsushi] | Basically it went differently than I first made the post compared to the actual fic)
Yes hello, I'm back to talk more about this again-
But it's some minor things with major lore(?) dumps. (I'm rambling again, aren't I)
Basically I kept on staring at the drawing, grumbling about the outline of the eyes being too light to differentiate with the hair, and said: "Screw it, I'm changing it" and did more than just change the color of the outline of the eye.
IT'S MINOR CHANGES, DON'T WORRY. AND—OH LOOK AT THAT, IT CAME WITH A LIST AND SOME LORE, LOOKIE-
(As mentioned before,) A slight change in the eye-outline color, changed the braid to have a hair cuff, pulled the wrap-around cloth to be longer (with a small accessory) and a pocket watch. It's a game of spot the difference, really.
Now, you might wondering, why did I add all these things?
(a-hem) Mori+Elise: Gold pocket watch and chain (reference??? kinda maybe-) Chuuya: Hair cuff (braid) Kouyou: Striped wrap-around "belt" Akutagawa: Vest suit Higuchi: White Tie Hirotsu: Gloves Gin: Slacks Tachihara: Silver dress shirt Q: Clip (on belt) Kajii: Shoes [Kyouka (whether or not I decide that she follows him back into the mafia): A brooch in a similar shape of her flower pins] — Whether or not they go out of their way and get these for him or just hint at it and he buys it later "at [name]'s recommendation", that's up for debate. (Angst idea: the day after the bounty drops, bright and early at 5 AM, Atsushi folds the clothes the agency gave him neatly next to his futon with the phone on top, once again wearing clothes he never thought he would wear again, and just... leaves.)
[Rambling time buckle in-] In my head, I think him doing on-field work is rare, even with his powerful ability (unless he's deliberately told to help Akutagawa with a mission which he does with a bit of salt and pain [cos- hah- he has to deal with Byakko without All Men Are Equal now]) and when the ADA are involved (which he actively avoids it like the plague, whether he's asked to go on-field or even plan the operation). He would plan and oversee operations/raids instead, take care of incoming supplies and make sure everything's there (there's a fancier word for it but right now I don't have the brain power) and the more illegal stuff that aren't usual missions. The boring stuff, basically! (cough, which is why he looks tired, cough). Anything that isn't fighting/being outside (mood). — Other than that, I think that while he sticks close to Chuuya, Hirotsu will begin caring for the boy and taking him under his wing (maybe?). A veteran of the Port Mafia who knows much when it comes to their statistics, things that Atsushi needs to learn and operate. That, and possibly a promise... Whether or not Atsushi would lay down his loyalty and dedication to the Mafia, I think they would decline at first and let him choose on his own (and not be forced right into joining the organization right off the bat). Basically 15!Dazai, where he's not an official member of the PM but is there.
( . . . ) Alright fine, I'mma make a fic. I'll struggle definitely but if I can make whatever the heck I did in this post, I think I can do it... maybe...
hhh- anyways-
(A/N: It's a whole series~ Weeeeee ^^ | I am completely outing my ao3, aren't I-)
modern au but is it really?
chuuya has recently moved to the countryside from the busy city, for the change of scenery but also because it's closer to the hospital that is looking after his twin brother. verlaine and rimbaud think it's a good idea, for a change of pace.
anyways chuuya goes through the notions of being the new kid from the city now in the quiet countryside with their dirt roads, hokura(small shrines found on the country roadsides), and rice fields, as well as neighbors a good walk away from his new home. he adjusts well, surprisingly. his friends at school who claim themselves to be called the flags, his neighbor who frequently visits who he found calling her ane-san. and since moving, he was able to visit his brother in the hospital more often, whose health has been progressing slowly but positively. baki's now able to walk with a cane, an upgrade from his wheelchair!
but he could tell that something was... different about this side of the country. he couldn't figure out what the feeling was. and when asking ane-san and the flags, they all deduce that he was simply getting used to the airy atmosphere the spirits brought, as if welcoming them. that same night, he could hair faint whistling amongst the gentle breeze and rustling treetops.
—————
it was any other day where chuuya found himself laying amongst the grass, enjoying the sun on his skin. then just a moment later, he hears a skitter. but when he looked over, there was nothing. thinking nothing of it, he resumed minding his own business. this happens for the next few minutes before chuuya just got tired and snapped his head over. only to see a white fox from the nose to tailtip.
with his phone in their jaws.
needless to say, chuuya gave chase after the animal who raced off, letting out loud squeals that sound as if it were laughing. but in this current scenario, chuuya felt-- no, knew-- it was mocking him. they ran all over the place; his open front yard, down through the streets (it didn't help that he people were out and about harvesting their fields, they have a front row seat to the spectacle happening before them. the flags, definitely), and through the forest brush.
after chasing the white speck of squealing fur for what felt like a lifetime, chuuya finally first through the forest and... into a small clearing. it physically made him stop to take in the sudden change of scenery, as one second ago it was purely forest. and now... there's a path that he could tell has been overun by the grass. he could barely see the stone slates that help make the path. at the edges of the clearing, small but prominent stones with shimenawa encircled the clearing. and just ahead of him, a rundown and unattended hokura, a small stone statue in the form of a fox with five tails. five? suddenly, he hears a mischievous snicker behind him, and he whips around, remembering what brought him on this wild goosechase.
only to be met twin white fox ears poking out the top of curly brown hair, a glint in heather brown eyes accompanied by a mischievous smirk, and five white tails behind them and their blue kimono.
oh, and his phone in their mouth.
I Died and Reincarnated as a Tiger Prince?! | Demo
Byakko sheathes her katana and finally lets out a breath.
“My, such bloodshed.” She glances over her shoulder as the royal doctor walks into the building. “Bandits, I presume?”
“Mostly. But others… They seem like sorcerers and mages.”
“Magic users? In this environment?”
The building they were asked to investigate looked abandoned on the outside with cracks and ivy along with boarded up windows. But inside, it looked like some sort of infirmary.
“If anything, I was thinking of something with more materials for sorcery.” The doctor murmurs, walking over to a table with several vials of organic material and potions.
“Yosano-sama, I will continue searching the building for any leftovers.” Byakko announced, already seeing herself off.
Yosano watches her and sighs fondly, shaking her head. “It feels like a lifetime ago, and yet you still act the same.” She turns her attention back to the books and studies and drafts strewn about the table.
She wasn’t familiar with sorcery and anything magic-based, even though she herself has the highest level of healing magic, one that could save someone from the brink of death. But they already have a mage in the royal administration, one that she was familiar with. And yet she doesn’t recognize any of these drafts. She picks up one of the papers, frowning.
“What was even done here-” Yosano’s voice stuttered when her eyes continued scanning further the pages. Resurrection? Supplements? Dosages, very low chance… Her hands trembled slightly as she looked back at the various vials on the shelves.
Just what has been dealt here?
“Yosano-sama.”
She turns around at the sound of Byakko’s voice. “Byakko, we might have to return here another day. Something-”
Yosano cuts herself off at the sight of what was curled up in the other’s arms. A child, a little boy with abnormal platinum blonde hair like the moon and motionless white tiger ears and tail, his wrists and ankles bruised. Half-human children tend to have these features of theirs move when asleep. Yosano looks down at the papers in hand.
“Yosano-sama,” She turns her attention back to the royal captain, seeing the hint of anger in her slight glare. “He was found in the middle of a sorcerer’s circle, chained down.”
“What?!”
“Shh.”
Yosano stops herself from the sudden outburst, seeing the child’s tiger ears tremble slightly from the loud echo. She glances at the papers in hand. “Something’s not right…” she whispers under her breath.
“It’s best we return to the castle and report that we took care of the problem, but that it leads to something more.” Byakko said, already making her way to the door and Yosano quickly puts the papers down and follows behind. “No wonder your brother said for you to come with me. He likely foresaw this, that fortune teller.”
“I wouldn’t put it past him,” sighs Yosano, thinking back to the conversation earlier today of Ranpo practically pushing Yosano over to Byakko just before she left the castle grounds. She sighs heavily and looks at the building they just left.
Yosano observes the other for a long moment, noticing the woman’s normally dilated sharp pupils being bigger and rounder as she gazes down at the boy in her arms. I never took her to be quite the mother. Yosano smiles at the thought. But it suits her.
“Seems like you have adopted a cub or your own, hm?” Yosano inquires.
Byakko simply glances at her from over her shoulder before turning back when the child suddenly shifts in her arms.
— — —
All Atsushi could remember was abrupt, shocking pain. Then the sense of floating. For a moment, he thought that he had died, which was the likely ending. The pain was unbearable compared to what the orphanage usually inflicted on him. This one was done by someone not of staff, but… a terrifying man of pure white hair and voidless red eyes. Truly, he did think he died, no doubt about it.
But that didn’t explain him suddenly… waking up again.
He was being carried, his head propped on a shoulder, eyes blarily staring up at an unfamiliar abandoned building with overgrown ivy. He suddenly felt a hand rest carefully on his head and someone came into view.
“Oh, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” the woman asks, magenta eyes looking at him.
Atsushi stares for a second before grumbling in pain, squeezing his eyes. “Everything hurts…”
“Where, by chance?”
“Head… my back… my hands and legs, too.” He opens his eyes again to see the other frowning slightly.
“What do you remember last?” she asks.
“I…” He swallows roughly and just shakes his head, burying his face into the shoulder. “I don’t remember…” Suddenly, something foreign on the side of his head shifts, and his eyes shoot wide open in panic but then a hand rests against his back.
“Shhh…” a deep ethereal voice hushes gently, and it calms Atsushi almost instantly even though his grip was still vice. “Things might feel different, but right now you are still hurt,” the voice continues gently. “It’s best we leave before it gets dark. By then, you will be treated by the royal family.”
Atsushi blinks owlishly. “R-Royal… family?”
The doctor hums silently, looking at him. “Seems like your memory has been affected a lot… What do you remember by chance?” she asks as they came to a wagon and the one holding him carefully set him down and pulled their cerulean blue shoulder cape to wrap around him.
Atsushi frowns and ducks his head only to go rigid at the sight of black stripes on his arms and legs along with his nails sharp like a cat’s. Before he could panic further, hands gently held him and he looked up to meet sharp yellow eyes, just like a tiger’s. “Do you remember your name? Age?” she asks.
Atsushi stares at her for a moment before quietly nodding his head. “N-Nakajima Atsushi… And I think I’m 14…?”
“14?” The doctor echoes, eyebrows furrowed.
“I think so,” he nods.
The two women glanced at each other before the doctor stepped next to the other. “I’m Yosano Akiko. And this is Kemono Byakko,” she introduces themselves to him. Atsushi blinks before nodding his head back.
“Now,” Yosano stands up and walks inside the building.
“Yosano-sam—” Byakko began.
“Just going to do something.”
They watched as the doctor disappeared inside, and after a bit of crashing sounds that made Atsushi wince at the sudden volume in his ears, Yosano walks out with something in her hands.
“Yosano-sama…” Byakko warns slightly.
“Oh, don't worry. Yosano waves a hand. “Just made sure we grabbed everything.” Atsushi stares before squinting in slight confusion.
“But you don’t have anything but those papers,” he points out.
“Quite! But that’s for later.” Turning to Byakko, “I’ll explain once we get back to the castle.” Byakko frowns before sighing quietly and looks back at Atsushi, gently petting his head before her eyes lowered. He stares back in confusion before gasping when she suddenly rests her hands gingerly on his bruised wrists, and a gentle blue-iridescent light covers the bruises. Atsushi watches in awe as the aching faded and the bruises completely vanished as she pulled away to do the ones at her ankles.
“Let’s get you home,” Byakko whispers, gazing at Atsushi earnestly before moving to the front to begin moving the wagon. Yosano pulls herself up on the wagon with Atsushi just as it begins moving and she looks off into the distance at the building.
“What else do you remember, by chance?” she asks.
Atsushi stares before looking down slightly, ignoring the stripes and claws for now. And besides his name and an idea of his age…
“Pain.” he answered.
“Pain?”
“But I should be used to pain…”
Yosano looks at the other before resting a hand on his head. “Feel anything different, then?” she asks.
Atsushi nods and looks around. “Everything is louder and brighter, and something’s moving on my back…”
Yosano hums carefully. “Do you know anything about half-humans?” Atsushi looks at her in confusion. Smiling, “Half-humans are humans, yes, but they are a bit different in appearance.”
“Like what?”
“Additional or replaced features compared to a human,” she explains. “There can be many kinds of half-humans, so a subspecies.”
“So… a different race?” Atsushi asks, feeling himself get tired.
“That’s right. But the most common of half-humans are humans with animal-like features. Be it cats, wolves, squirrels even.”
Atsushi yawns and slumps down, curling into a ball. “Am… I one of them?”
Yosano gazes down at him. “Yes. A white tiger. Surprisingly, we’ve only heard of such beings in stories as a lineage of legendary and brave warriors.”
Atsushi blinks slowly, the information having not been able to process fully. “Do… Do they get treated nicely?” he asks, eyes slipping closed.
Yosano simply smiles and rests her eyes as well. “They are treated as equal as anyone would want to be treated.”
The sun had just begun to lower to the horizon below the mountain their kingdom was set on as they came to the castle grounds. Wasting no time, Byakko unleads the horse from the wagon and lets the stablehands take care of them, and pulls the wagon to where the others were.
“Phew,” Yosano sighs as she steps off. “A single day of travel, the most I’ve been out for a long time.” she murmurs. Byakko nods as she rounded the wagon and carefully scoops Atsushi up, now bundled up in her cape and sleeping soundly. Her gaze softened slightly to see the child’s ears flick in his sleep.
“Now how do we explain to the royal family that you suddenly picked up a child of your own?” Yosano hums as they make their way to the doors.
“His Highness would understand,” responds Byakko and Yosano hums, smiling quietly.
“That he would,” she agrees.
Byakko felt a shift in her arms and looked down as ametrine sunset eyes fluttered open, taking in everything slowly. “Feeling better?” she asks quietly.
Atsushi hummed quietly, letting his eyes rest closed for a while longer as he rested against her. “It’s numb, but it’s uncomfortable. Feels weird…”
“It would be,” hums Byakko. She glances at Yosano who nods. “Hungry, by chance?”
It takes Atsushi a moment to realize he was starving. Thankfully, his stomach growling was enough of an answer for them.
“The chefs are likely preparing dinner as we speak…” Yosano murmurs. “Byakko, take Atsushi to the infirmary, the private room. It’d be best if we don't have the others bother him until further notice. I’ll go and retrieve some food that one who hasn’t eaten as of late can stomach.”
Byakko nods and makes her way down the hallway, parting ways with her. Atsushi watches Yosano vanish behind the corner before looking around once more.
“Where are we?” he asks quietly.
“The royal castle,” responds the woman.
A beat.
“Do you and Yosano-sama work here…?”
“Yes, but Yosano is a part of the family. But she's more devoted to his medical work than the usual duties compared to her brothers,” she explains. “I’m the royal captain guard. But I wish to be your mother, as well.”
Atsushi stares at her for a moment. “My… mother?” he echoes.
“Yes,” she nods her head. “Would you mind?”
Atsushi was quiet, thinking about it.
Back at the orphanage, there was never a set parental figure amongst the children. The most he’s seen was the oldest residence protecting the younger ones, which usually led to them being kicked out right then and there. Of course, none of them protected him. He was more trouble than what was worth.
But in books, he had an idea of what a happy family would be, and what the relationship between parent and child should be. It was nothing compared to the orphanage.
Atsushi looks up at Byakko. She seems nice… And she helped me, too. “Will that be okay…?” he asks, still hesitating.
“I am not a part of the royal family, even though they took me in all the same. I am but their royal captain guard. I don’t think they would mind me returning with a child of my own, one in need of help.” she responds.
Atsushi stares at her before humming quietly, resting his head on his shoulder. Byakko freezes up slightly before relaxing quietly, resting her head against his as they continue towards the infirmary.
(A/N: This is all but randomness I spewed out a day or two ago, and let me tell you my brain juices are running dry. But I still wanted to play around with the idea, so have this as a demo. Unsatisfied but satisfied enough to at least place it down here. The one I would make might follow the same outline but with a few changes in the worldbuilding [I'm bad when it comes to that] but everything is mostly the same!)
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=)
(A/N: Ayyyye, look at that! A bit different from the discovery part, but I like the outcome =w=)
BSD but what if Atsushi's hair wasn't cut?
I imagine as a child, he had at least shoulder-length hair, the height in which his current uneven bangs are. The stripe is still there, but the tips of his hair is black, a callback to his concept art. In some way, he was an odd child by appearance: natural platinum blonde hair with abnormal black edges and single stripe and almost piercing purple-yellow eyes? Unheard of and practically inhuman. And for a long time, he's hated his hair and eyes. It made him stand out when all he ever wished was to blend in.
Due to some... "divine intervention" (cough—Byakko—cough), the children weren't able to make due with their prank but it only caused a louder ruckus (COUGH—BYAKKO—COUGH). In the end, and because he was blamed for practically everything, the headmaster punished Atsushi, ending him with a large burn scar running across his forehead. (It was aimed to be over his eyes, but Atsushi moved his head. But it still hurt all the same.) Since then, Atsushi has began taking care of his ever-growing hair, especially his bangs in a way to cover his scars, and his piercing eyes. It was the only thing he could think of to try and hide the upper part of his face. And after several years and no more pranks (because the pranksters became {sparkle}traumatized{sparkle}), Atsushi's hair had grown past half way down his back, and his bangs no cover just over the tip of his nose.
Since meeting the agency and becoming a member, Atsushi still had his guard up when it came to covering his face. He got some tips from the girls and even Kunikida on how to maintain such a long length of hair. Of course, his coworkers were concerned that having such long hair could pose a problem during missions or block his sight, but it didn't slow him down thankfully. But it made them awfully curious. It was his pride and joy.
Until a small incident with/regarding Akutagawa.
Needless to say, upon one of their joint missions that got turned into a fight (because of unresolved feelings and unspoken words), Atsushi managed to duck from Rashomon's slash. But in doing so, his head suddenly felt... lighter. Literally. Turning his head to see his long hair, cut, laying on the bloodied ground and albeit a frozen Akutagawa on the other side, Atsushi saw red. He did not know what happened after his sudden rampage, but Dazai was grinning like an idiot while Chuuya looked impressed, terrified, and indifference.
Which lead to where they are now: back at the agency (Dazai dragged Chuuya and Akutagawa along) with the members all but staring in horror at his uneven cut hair that stopped just about his shoulder blades, fists bloody and apparent tear marks from under his thankfully untouched bangs. (Because Arahabaki forbid if Rashomon managed to cut his bangs).
Cue Yosano, Naomi, Kyouka, Haruna, and even Chuuya trying to salvage as much as they could with Atsushi's hair. Meanwhile, Dazai does some talking (read: prodding) with Atsushi to figure out what really is going on under his long bangs. But it goes on for so long back and forth that Akutagawa soon grew irritated and used Rashomon abruptly as a hairband and pushed Atsushi's hair back.
(Or for a more bonding moment, it happens when they fought: Akutagawa grabs Atsushi by his bangs, effectively tugging them up only for stand in shock at the other's gorgeous bi-colored sunset-ametrine eyes and such a harsh burn scar across his forehead, all wrapped together with the younger's panicked expression which leads to a whole lot of confessions and bonding and just- [gestures wildly] The potential)
Anywayssss, they awe at his pretty eyes, go through the urges of wanting to kill an already dead man, and while Atsushi still wanted to keep his bangs, he gets a bandana to both keep them out of the way but to also cover his scar.
(A/N: Yippeeeee owo)