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shadyteacup · 4 years ago

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Helloooo, can you do headcanons on Dazai having a strong S/O (ability wise) like nearly as strong as Chuuya? Cause isn't he a literal God lol. Thank you :]

Hewo! I had a lot of fun writing this...it almost turned out to be a oneshot :p , but dw, I managed to turn it into hcs :D

Here u go~

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Dazai x gn!reader

Reader has a strong ability...like, rlly cool 😎 it's my dream ability

This man is head over heels.

He loves how you scream over a cockroach but can rip people to shreds at the same time.

Since you didn’t mention any specific ability, I have gone ahead and given you a lightning ability.

Arahabaki is the god of calamity, that combined with Chuuya.

Raijin is the God of lightening. Your ability is pretty similar to His powers.

You can control the place, time and method of a lightning strike. You can also produce it on the spot and shoot it from your hands...kinda like Palpatine.

Your eyes turn arctic blue, with your hair flowing around you. You look like a literal Goddess/God.

He was mesmerised when he witnessed it in action for the first time.

You and Dazai were walking through Yokohama, observing the internal beauty of the city via small lanes and random alleyways.

Hand-in-hand, you two were chatting about how Dazai hadn’t tried the Napolitana pasta yet, despite living in a city that was rumoured to have invented the dish.

That’s when Dazai pulled you around a random corner and shielded you from the view of the road you two were originally walking on.

You knew better than to speak at such a moment and decided to observe and try to pick any signs of being followed.

Sure enough, you could hear faint footsteps come to a stop right at the corner, you two still being shielded by the corner. You both waited with bated breath, and after a while, the person went away.

Relieved, you were about to walk out of your hiding place, when a barrel placed itself on your head from behind. Your eyes widened and you froze in place. Dazai noticed the unknown presence and looked behind only to find you being held a hostage.

“Long time, Mr. Executive!”, the man holding you hostage said as he grinned at Dazai.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in prison, Ito san?”, Dazai said, offering him his own smile.

You could easily read through his façade. The smile was only a mask, covering his panic and fear. You had no experience in fighting, and Dazai was no match for this man. He had fought him earlier, but that was when he had Chuuya by his side. Dazai can come up with a spectacular and manipulative plan, and Chuuya, or his current ada partner, Kunikida, can execute it, considering their brawn. He was the brains, and his partners had always been the brawn. He can fight the occasional criminal, but Ito was a feared enemy of the mafia, who was both mentally and physically strong. He had always assumed that the mafia had caught him, and sent him to jail, thanks to the mafias feared double black, but apparently, he had gotten away, or had found a way to break out of prison.

“prison isn’t a place for a man like me; you of all people know that. So, I left! Decided to say hello to an old friend, now that I’m back.”

He moved his gun from your head, dragging it down to your chin.

“Turns out, my visit might actually kill two birds with one stone.”

Understanding the hidden meaning behind his words, Dazai tensed up. He couldn’t let him hurt you. He had to get you out f here. But how is he going to do that? There is no way out of this without either of you getting hurt. He must protect you, but what must he do?

You chuckled.

“Something funny, pretty thing?”

“Actually, yes.”, you say, “Do you know who you’re threatening?”, you smirk, your tone dangerously low and intimidating.

“You’re playing a dangerous game; Ito-san, wasn’t it?”

The man grabbed your chin, turning you to face him.

“I was going to let you go, but I suppose your naivety deserves a bullet to the head!”

You smiled, activating your ability.

A sudden jolt of electricity travelled into his body. Yelping, he let go of you. Using this window of opportunity, you kicked the gun out of his hand and pushed yourself away from him. Dazai quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the man, and out of the alley. His main intention was to get you away from here. Away from danger. He hadn’t understood what had just happened, but he decided that right now, running was the best course of action.

You two turned multiple corners, crossed many junctions, and ended up at an open field. Beyond the field, a few blocks away, was a metro station. You two could head to safety from there. All you had to do was cross this abandoned field and get in the metro.

Multiple men, clad in a uniform of sorts, emerged from the shadows, circling you both.

“Thought you could run away, did you?”, Ito stepped into the circle, a proud smirk on his face.

“You will face the consequences for destroying my gang. We never broke apart, you see. All of us are back. And we will take over the mafia, defeat the ada, and control this city.”

“Good luck with that.”, you say as you let go of Dazai’s hand, ignoring his warnings to stay back. Kinda like that scene with odasaku :')

You spread your arms wide, activating your ability. Bolts of lightning shot out from your fingers, hitting a few of the men, dropping them to the ground.

The men had no time to react as you swiftly raised yourself off the ground, hovering over them, and unleashed your signature move, striking them with a large bolt of lightning from the sky.

The head of the group, Ito, activated his own ability, the ability to control metal. Multiple guns aimed themselves at you and began shooting.

You created a shield around yourself, effectively blocking the hundreds of bullets.

Meanwhile, Dazai sneaked behind the others, incapacitating them.

You continued to fight Ito, blocking his attacks, and sending a couple bolts his way, while simultaneously attacking the others. The field was a mix of bullets, sharp scraps of metal, and bolts of electricity.

At the end, Dazai sneaked up behind Ito, nullifying his ability, and knocking him out.

To say that he was surprised would be an understatement.

He had heard of an ability that controlled lightning, but this was his first time witnessing it in action.

'Heaven's Fury' was the name of your dangerous ability.

He thought it suited you very well..

You are calm and composed, but when angered, you can unleash madness upon your enemies.

You were always so elegant, and seeing you like this, using your powers and fighting atleast 20 people at once, he couldn't help but admire your majestic beauty.

Your ability gives me 'They tell me I'm a God, I'm lost in the façade, Six feet off the ground' vibes.

Dazai agrees with my opinion.

You look like a deity.

He liked the idea of protecting you, yes, but he found it so hot that you could protect yourself.

Hell, he now knows that you can not only protect yourself, but also take out an entire city on your own.

He would be much at peace now, knowing that he doesn’t quite have to worry so much about any past enemy of his taking revenge. You were stronger than almost all his enemies.

Will praise you, 24/7. He wouldn’t stop talking about it.

He wonders why you didn’t tell him, and you merely shrugged saying that he never asked.

He would brag about you to all his friends(ada members)

He would never tell anyone other than the ada members, though, as he doesn’t want anybody to do some research and find out a way to defeat you.

He prefers it to be an element of surprise and catch the enemies off-guard.

Loves watching the shocked and scared faces of those that decide to wrong you, leading to you using your formidable ability on them.

If you aren’t a part of the ada, he would definitely think that you’d be a great addition to the organization.

He would never ask you join, though. He wants you to be as safe as possible. It doesn’t matter whether or not you have a strong ability, he just wants you out of harm’s way.

Besides, using your ability can take a toll on your health too.

He just wants to see you happy and safe.

If you decide to join the ada, he will try to talk you out of it.

If you’re absolutely sure of your decision, he wouldn’t stop you.

Instead, he will accompany you on all your missions, and will ask Atsushi to come along too.

He is aware that you are extremely strong and don’t need anyone, but he will constantly worry about you, which is why he accompanies you.

Don’t get him wrong, he really loves you and trusts you, but he is just so worried.

So, don’t oppose him when he joins you, please. Poor baby is just really concerned for your health.

Will call up Chuuya and brag about you to him.

“My Belladonna is much stronger than you, chibi-kun ;p”

If you’re taller than Chuuya, Dazai will tease the hell out of poor hat man.

He'll be like,"LOL shorty XD. My s/o is both taller and stronger than you!!"

If you're not taller, it will still be hell for poor wine boy.

"I can't believe that you're weaker than my s/o! They're so much better than you, LOL"

"Shut up, bastard!"

"Pathetic chuuya.. You literally have a God inside you, and you're still weaker! LMAO"

I feel bad for chu chu :(

But, oh well, that's just them, ig :)

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colourscat · 4 years ago

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Akutagawa doesn’t hate Valentine’s Day, if anything, he would simply say he is indifferent to it. Throughout his entire life he has never had a reason to celebrate the holiday; when he was younger and him and Gin lived in the slumps the holiday never even as much as crossed his mind, but even after then when he joined the Port Mafia the idea of celebrating sucha banal holiday seemed ridiculously childish to him, as he clearly had much more important stuff going around him. But that was before.

Before a flurry of sunset eyes and silver hair entered his life. This year, no matter how much he tried to forget about it, how much he tried to pretend he didn't care for it, it seemed like he couldn’t escape it. Everywhere he went he would be faced with annoyingly bright red and pink decorations and the sickening smell of too-sweet chocolate that all the stores were now apparently selling. He wanted to pretend to hate it, to be able to look at the displays showing off couple gifts and scoff with a roll of the eyes at all those stupid couples who were willing to spend thier money on obviously overpriced bouquets that would rot within a date, but he couldn’t.

Instead, he would find himself imagining the different scenarios that might arise if he were to present Atsushi with such a gift, would he like the flowers? Would he blush? Would he look at Akutagawa with that soft smile of his that makes his eyes squint just so? Maybe he would enjoy it a bit too much, launching himself to hug Akutagawa as certain as always that the older male would catch him. His body would be pressed close to his own, Atsushi’s mouth right next to Akutagawa’s ears making it so that he can feel every small breath that escapes his lips.

( Akutagawa has to stop his imagination there, his mouth too dry and his pants too tight for such a public place. )

Sometimes he finds it funny to think about the past, to remember the days where he wanted nothing more than to kill Jinko, his mere existence a reminder of what he failed to achieve. But even then, there was an undeniable spark between them, a sort of compulsion to keep him close, to observe him. At the time he used to tell himself that this was nothing more than the fascination a predator feels against his prey, nothing more than the instinct of fight and competition. Even then it was obvious how he felt.

They became closer when the Port Mafia and ADA reached a sort of truce, they would leave each other alone and when needed, they would provide support for each other. This truce, however, meant that Atsushi and Akutagawa ended up spending a lot more time together. Even if they hated each other’s guts, it was obvious to everyone how well they worked together, how much they made the other shine, so they were routinely assigned joint missions and from there a sort of trust built up between them. The change in their dynamic was soft and gradual (his hatred for the other boy beginning to mellow out into something else), until it wasn't.

It happened during one of their missions. They had severely underestimated their enemy, thinking that this would be a simple stake-out, but it turns out they had been deceived and the enemy was waiting for them. As always, Atsushi wasted no time heading into the attack, he acted rashly and irrationally leaving himself open to all sorts of attacks. It all happened so fast, someone has slipped past Akutagawa and was heading towards him ( he could feel their bloodlust, the intent to kill more than obvious), and before he was even able to react, Atsushi was in front of him, protecting him from the blow that was coming his way.

No matter how much he tries to remember what happened after that, he simply cannot, all he knows is that he wasted no time to retaliate; attacking person after person mercilessly leaving no one unharmed. He remembers an overwhelming feeling of desperation, the image of Atsushi on the ground blood pouring from his stomach flashing behind his eyes, his chest feeling as if it were going to rip open much like the man he was trying to protect.

Once the mission was over (once Atsushi was safe) he realised he was pissed. He was beyond angry at the recklessness and selflessness Atsushi continued to fight with. He felt violent and unsettled and so, so worried.

‘Akutagawa.’ Silence. He was not ready to look at him, let alone talk.

‘Akutagawa please talk to me.’ Atsushi was louder this time, his tone bordering on pleading, but a hint of annoyance was still present. A moment passed and finally, Atsushi seemed to snap.

‘I don't even understand why you are so angry at me. We accomplished our mission, nothing happened.’ At this Akutagawa could no longer contain his anger, his eye quickly moving towards the younger man, a sharp glare pointing at him.

‘Nothing happened? Are you fucking stupid Jinko? You nearly died, you were bleeding out on the ground right in front of me!’ He finally shouted, letting out the fear he had been feeling since the moment Atsushi had been hurt.

‘And why do you care? Don’t you want to kill me anyways? What difference does it make if I die now or later, it doesn’t matter if I get hurt as long as we accomplish what we need to.’

Throughout the conversation Atsushi had been sitting down, resting for a while before they headed back to their respective home, but now he was standing close to Akutagawa (so close that he could feel the warmth coming from him) almost pushing him against the wall as he pointed out his hypocrisy. And he was right. Why did Akutagawa even care? He had told himself so many times that he hated the weretiger and had sworn himself to destroy him, so why was he getting so agitated?

He was feeling so out of control and confused and desperate, he had never felt this way before and he didn’t quite know how to confront it. There was also the fact that Atsushi was so close to him, they had never been so pressed up against each other and now Akutagawa could notice all these details about him, like the fact he likely hadn’t shaved in the past few days or that he had a little freckle right next to his right eye. Despite the fact that he smelled like blood and sweat, there was still an underlying scent that was so Atsushi that it made Akutagawa;s breath get stuck in his throat.

All of these feelings were bubbling up inside him until he could no longer take it anymore, so he kissed him. It was angry and rough; teeth clashing each other and hands viciously gripping each other. He doesn’t quite know how it happened, but at some point they had ended up back in his flat, Atsushi pressing him hard against the mattress as he fucked himself on Akutagawa, their lips never leaving skin as saliva dripped down their chins.

‘Fuck’, Atsushi said, his voice breathless as he bounced himself up and down Akutagawa’s cock, who in turned thrusted his hips up to try and maintained the ruthless rhythm the younger had settled. Suddenly, no longer willing to let the man take charge, he flipped them around, so that he now was trapped underneath him. Atsushi gasped beneath him, as Akutagawa slammed himself into him, making his thrusts long and hard, making sure to drag his length all through him, hitting his prostate every time.

Eventually, Akutagawa started to feel his climax building so he desperately reached for Atsushi’s cock, pumping him hard and fast hoping to make him cum before he did.Akutagawa looks down on him again and sees how he now has spit falling from the corner of his mouth down his chin, so he leans forwards and licks it up, causing another shudder to arise from Atsushi’s body. Another groan falls from Atsushi’s lips, and then he cums, his body clenching down hard on Akutagawa as his legs shake, at this he couldn’t hold himself anymore and he lost himself to his orgasm. Leaving them both breathless as they tried to come back from their orgasm.

After that first time, it sort of became a regular thing. Whenever they came back from missions, they would fuck, it would be rough and quick and as soon as it started it would be over, Atsushi would pick up his things and leave as if he had never been there. But as time progressed, their encounters did as well.

Atsushi started spending the night, they started fucking on times other than missions. Fucking turned into cuddling which turned into late night conversations, giving a way into a weird sort of intimacy that neither of them had expected. Eventually, Atsushi started coming to his palace just to hang out, most of the time they didn’t even fuck anymore, just hanging out with each other enough for both of them.

It reached a point where the sight of Atsushi sitting at his dining table was no longer a surprise. He would always be there sipping on tea with too much milk and too much sugar (impossibly sweet and so, so fitting to him), as he ignored Akutagawa’s complaints about how he was wasting his most expensive tea. It was during one of these occasions when he realised that oh, he was in love with him. Just fucking was no longer enough for him, it probably had never been. He wanted more, he wanted everything and anything that Atsushi would be willing to offer him.

Which led him to his current predicament, as he was deliberating how and when to tell him. How exactly was he meant to say that he had stopped hating him a while ago, that perhaps he had never hated him at all, that he was now the most precious person he had in his life.

His thoughts were abruptly brought to a stop when he spotted him. Atsushi was walking around the pier, looking peacefully at the sunset. He looked beautiful, the soft rays of light painting him in various golden hues as the wind played with his hair. He must have stood there staring at him for a while because eventually the younger man laughed.

‘You don’t have to stand there staring at me, Ryuu. You can come and say hi.’ At this Akutagawa blushed immediately, he was certainly not planning on getting caught, the embarrassment causing him to lash out immediately.

‘Who said I was staring at you studid Jinko. I’m just here to look at the sea, so mind you own fucking business.’ Harsh, too harsh, how did Akutagawa ever expect him to return his love when all he ever did was insult him? Thankfully, Atsushi didn’t take his jabs at heart, simply letting a short laugh escape from his lips.

‘Oh well, you’re still more than welcomed to watch the sunset with me. It is Valentine’s Day after all.’

Slowly, Akutagawa walks up to him, trying to calm the thrumming of his heart and the heat that threatens to spread to his cheeks. They stand in silence for a moment, simply enjoying the sunset. Until Atsushi decides to speak again.

‘So, why are you here then?’ Atsushi says, a mischievous smile lighting up his features.

‘I only came here to watch the sunset, so don’t start getting any weird ideas.’ He says, pointedly keeping his gaze away from the other man. ‘What about you?’ He adds as a second thought, not quite ready to let the conversation fizzle out.

‘Same reason. I felt kinda lonely and thought maybe coming here would make me feel better.’

Akutagawa turns to look at him. He is constantly amazed at how unafraid the other man is to let himself be vulnerable. He opens himself up to Akutagawa again and again, expecting nothing but to be accepted. He wishes he had the same strength. Suddenly, Atsushi turns to look at him, a knowing look lighting up his eyes.

‘You know Ryuu, you’re gonna miss the sunset if you keep staring at me instead.’ Even while mocking him he looks so beautiful, his eyes twinkling and his smile carefree. His chest tightens at the feeling of sheer want. He loves him, he loves him so much that he doesn’t know if he is ever gonna recover.

‘I’m in love with you.’

Atsushi laughs. A soft gentle giggle falling from his lips that under any other circumstance it would have warmed up Akutagawa from the inside out but right now it felt like a bucket of ice water. Shit. he shouldn’t have said that. Quickly he turns his head away from Atsushi, not wanting him to see the clear embarrassment on his face, or the dampness that threatens to spill from his eyes.

Of course Atsushi doesn’t love him back. They are sworn enemies and hate each other, at some point even actively attempting to kill one another. Just because they fuck every now and then and just because Atsushi is friendlier to him now it doesn’t mean anything. He should’ve known that he was reading into things. Atsushi must have realised that he hurt his feelings because he abruptly stops his laugh, opting instead for talking to him:

‘Ryuu, I’m sorry for laughing but please look at me.’ His tone is pleading and by this point Akutagawa doesn’t think he can deny him of anything so he complies.

And he wishes he could regret it, but he can’t. Not when Atsushi is looking at him with the softest of smiles gracing his lips, his eyes barely crinkled at the corners and so much warmth in his expression. Akutagawa thinks he could look at him and laugh and laugh for days thinking about how he once used to despise the boy that now gently holds his heart in the palm of his hands.

‘I’ve loved you for the longest time, and I just didn’t think you would ever feel the same way.’ Atsushi says, tears starting to spill from his eyes and Akutagawa’s heart stops. The beast that has lived permanently in his chest since he met Atsushi running wildly around his chest.

‘Stupid Jinko.’ Is all he says because Atsiuhi is crying and he is stupid. He is so, so stupid; how could Akutagawa do anything but love him. He doesn’t say this though, still too awkward with his words to be able to express himself properly so he opts to just reach his hand over to Atsushi’s cheeks, gently wiping away the tears that have fallen from his eyes.

...

( ‘Hey, Ryuu.’ Says Atsushi a while later, as they look at the sunset. Akutagawa simply hums in reply.

‘Does this mean you are my valentine?’

‘Shut up Jinko.’)

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#shin soukoku #sskk #bungou stray dogs #bsd #akutagawa ryuunosuke #nakajima atsushi

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yellowcanna · 5 years ago

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Two Sides, Same Coin

Summary: Since the beginning of Quirks, Yokohama has announced independence from Japan and closed itself from the rest of the world.

To this day and age, no one knows what lies within the city of Yokohama—or that was what the public was made to believe. In reality, Yokohama has long fallen into the control of the world’s largest criminal organization known as the Port Mafia.

Follow Class 1-A as their principal organized a field trip to Yokohama! In their short trip there, they must change their perspectives and learn exactly what it means to be justice and what it means to be villains.

Rating: T

Genre: Crossover, hint of shounen-ai (boy love)

Pairing: Contains mild Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) and Shin Soukoku (Akutagawa x Atsushi) if you squint

Author: Canna / Yellow Canna

Available on AO3!!

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CHAPTER 17

ANOTHER DETECTIVE (DAY 4: WEDNESDAY)

This story has been beta'd by Momentary_Flight, Shady Spades

Aizawa glanced out the window of his and Toshinori’s shared dormitory, observing his students gathered outside in the empty lot. While he couldn’t hear what they were talking about, it was obvious from how they gathered around Midoriya, Hagakure and Shouji that it was about what happened tonight.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Aizawa turned to see Toshinori walking in.

“I’m surprised,” Toshinori commented at the sight of Aizawa sitting there. “I thought you would go lecture them.”

“I think they’ve learnt their lessons.” The Erasure Hero glanced back out the window. “Now we know how the Port Mafia plans on keeping their promise, it’s a good opportunity.”

Toshinori couldn’t agree more. It wasn’t every day that they would get access to a power capable of completely recovering their bodies in a second without any side effects. With such a powerful healer on their side, the children can afford to be reckless without suffering any losses and learn lessons on the way.

“What do you think about that question, Aizawa-kun?”

“What is there to think?” Aizawa snorted. “The only way is to capture the mastermind.”

“Yes…but that was apparently the wrong answer,” Toshinori recalled the way those Agency members looked when they got the response.

Even if the example had been real and Toshinori was infected with that Ability along with Shigaraki, he couldn’t imagine killing the other to save himself—regardless of whether or not Shigaraki was his master’s grandson.

As Heroes, it was simply not their way.

There were forty-eight hours. Time was certainly tight, but it wasn’t impossible for them to find the criminal behind it. People can’t vanish without a trace. With technology and every Hero on the lookout, the chances of them finding the mastermind was high.

“There are too many things we don’t know,” Aizawa sighed. If it were that simple, then the Armed Detective Agency members wouldn’t have reacted in such ways. “We have too little information, but I doubt anything would change my answer.”

“If such power existed in our world, I can’t imagine what chaos it would bring…” Toshinori muttered. Droplets of sweat trickled down his skin just from thinking about it. In many ways, this sort of power was more destructive than anything else, because it was a power that could divide people’s hearts.

“What will you do?”

“Hm?”

“Tomorrow,” Aizawa gestured to the business card the blond was still holding in his hand.

“I will go take a look,” the blond responded. If there really was someone who was acquainted with him, then he needed to go meet them. “Will you be going with the kids tomorrow?”

“Yeah, to be safe,” Aizawa answered. Although he no longer needed to worry about the children’s lives, that didn’t mean he would fully trust the Armed Detective Agency. Those detectives made it clear that they were going to listen to whatever the Port Mafia wanted them to do.

“About Midoriya...” The raven-haired man looked back out the window and his eyes easily found the boy within the group. “He’s showing early signs of PTSD.”

“I know,” Toshinori ran a hand through his dry blond hair. “There may be some trauma from the events of tonight, but I believe that young Midoriya will overcome it. I will talk to him in a bit.”

“…Then I will talk to the other three.” Aizawa closed his eyes and rubbed his dry eyeballs through his eyelids. As the homeroom teacher of these kids, he understood how much Midoriya idolized and was close to the former No.1 Hero. If Toshinori talks to him, then there shouldn’t be many issues.

Despite how he looked, that boy was a strong one. Toshinori was right that the boy will overcome it. He simply needed time.

“Just remember that we have to arrive at the Agency by seven tomorrow.” With that, Aizawa grabbed a cup with his toothbrush inside and headed for the public bathroom.

Left alone in the room, Toshinori waited quietly.

After another fifteen minutes or so, the kids seemed to have finished their talk and scattered—all of them heading for their own rooms.

Once all of them were back inside, Toshinori headed to the room Midoriya and Todoroki shared. He knocked on the door gently, not wanting to disturb the other kids considering how small the living spaces here were. It didn’t take long before Toshinori heard footsteps on the other side.

“All Might!” Midoriya looked up in surprise when he opened the door and saw his teacher/idol standing out there.

“Do you mind if we have a talk, young Midoriya?” Toshinori asked.

That was how the two found themselves sitting on one of the large pipes in the empty lot by the dormitory. They were both wearing their pajamas and slippers under the peaceful night.

“How are you feeling, young Midoriya?” Toshinori asked after a while of stargazing, turning his eyes down to the boy beside him.

“…Not so good,” Midoirya admitted. That was a good sign. “I…it was different. Seeing someone being alive seconds ago compared to when they were already dead…I didn’t know it could be this different.”

“Yes,” Toshinori sighed. “But unfortunately, we as Heroes will encounter many more deaths from here on out. Be it your allies, ordinary civilians, or Villains, there will always be times where you can’t save anyone.”

“I know.” Midoriya’s hands curled into fists on his lap. “I’ll get used to it.”

“I’m not saying you need to get used to it.” Toshinori raised his hand and gently ruffled the boy’s head, causing the boy to panic with a flush on his face. “If anything, death is something you should never get used to, young Midoriya. Once you become accustomed to death, you will cease to see the value in living, and that is very dangerous. Our job isn’t to get used to death. Our job is to save lives and prevent deaths, remember that, young Midoriya.”

Midoriya stared at Toshinori with wide eyes before he smiled and nodded.

“Yes!”

They spoke for another hour before Toshinori let the boy go. Midoriya looked like he was going to fall asleep at any moment and that was exactly what the adult wanted. With the boy so exhausted, he wouldn’t have time to think of other things. Hopefully, he could also have a dreamless sleep, though Toshinori knew the chances of that would be slim. No matter how tired the boy may be, the moment he was alone, he will involuntarily remember some unpleasant things.

When Toshinori walked Midoriya back to his dorm, the door opened before either of them could, revealing a tired Todoroki who also looked like he could fall asleep at any moment.

“Midoriya, you’re back.”

“Todoroki-kun! I thought you went to sleep already.”

“I was waiting for you to come back,” Todoroki replied, letting out a small yawn as he did so.

Seeing this, Toshinori smiled. It seemed that his worry was unnecessary. These children were growing and maturing faster than anyone else.

He has no doubt that all of them will become great Heroes.

“I will be going back. Good night you two,” he said before covering his mouth and let out a couple of light coughs. He was turning to leave when Midoriya called out to him.

“All Might!”

“Hm?”

“I…” Midoriya had a complicated look on his face before he smiled and shook his head. “It’s nothing. Thank you, All Might!”

Toshinori nodded and with a wave, he left.

Midoriya watched his mentor leave while Todoroki had already retreated into their room. He couldn’t help but stare after the fragile back of the man that was once the strongest Hero of all. The memory of Yosano’s power and how she healed Jirou flickered through his mind.

What if...

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The next morning, the students were woken at the first peak of dawn. They gathered in the field outside, all of them half asleep with Aizawa and Toshinori checking out names to make sure they were all there.

“Sensei,” Todoroki greeted the two teachers when he joined the group. The two teachers immediately noticed his missing roommate.

“Young Todoroki, where’s young Midoriya?” Toshinori asked with worry laced in his voice.

“Midoriya said he will head out first and meet us at the Uzumaki Café,” Todoroki replied.

“I see…” Toshinori wondered if Midoriya was still affected by what happened last night and couldn’t sleep.

Understanding this, neither of the two teachers questioned it and let it go. When the rest of the students arrived, they set forth towards Uzumaki Café.

Like Todoroki had said, Midoriya was already at the café waiting for them. The boy greeted them with a smile, but Toshinori could keenly tell that the smile was strained. Toshinori wanted to go up and ask the boy what was wrong, but he couldn’t do that with all the other students around, so he decided to find some time later.

Once they finished their breakfast, they headed upstairs to the Armed Detective Agency office.

When they opened the door, they were greeted by the sight of three people seeming to be in a heated argument.

There was Kunikida whose back was facing the group, yelling at Tanizaki and a raven-haired girl in sailor uniform.

“—didn’t I tell you to stay home for the rest of the week?!” Kunikida sounded extremely stressed.

“But I missed my brother!” The girl whined, latching tighter onto Tanizaki’s arm with the other stiffening even further. “You only said for the first three days!”

“There was a change in the situation.” Kunikida gritted out in irritation. “Either way, just hurry and leave before—”

“Oh!” The girl leaned out from behind Kunikida so she could get a good look at the guests by the doorway. “You guys must be the Heroes!”

Kunikida jolted at this. Very stiffly and robotically, he turned to see the U.A students and teachers all standing there, staring at them.

“Um, hello?” Toshinori greeted the girl who seemed to be a high schooler.

“Hello, I’m Tanizaki Naomi, a part-time worker at the office!” The girl greeted them cheerfully, tugging the older Tanizaki along and walked over to them

“Tanizaki? Then you are—”

“That’s right!” Naomi beamed, not even waiting for Yaoyorozu to finish. Then—in front of all of them—the girl pressed her body against Tanizaki’s side with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the boy’s arm sliding underneath his shirt.

“I’m his s-i-s-t-e-r~”

The group only felt a gust of wind before the two Tanizakis were gone, thrown into a storage room at the far back of the office before Kunikida slammed the door shut.

Class 1-A were dumbfounded.

Toshinori was dumbfounded.

Aizawa’s eyelids were twitching.

Mineta was at the back of the room, mumbling incest over and over with heavy pants and drools trickling down his chin.

“Ahem!” Kunikida coughed loudly into his hand. “The President is waiting for you in his office, come with me.”

Pretending as if nothing had happened, Kunikida led the group out of the office and down the hallway. It turned out that the President’s office was in another room on the other side of the hall.

“President, I’ve brought the U.A students and teachers.” Kunikida informed the man inside with a small bow.

When they walked into the President’s office, they saw Fukuzawa sitting behind his desk with Haruno standing next to him.

“Thank you.” Fukuzawa set down the cup of tea he had been drinking to look up to the group.

With another light bow, Kunikida walked away, gently closing the door behind him when he left.

“I trust that you remembered our conversation from the previous night,” Fukuzawa said, sharp eyes trailing to the children, then to the teachers. He reached into his drawer, pulling out a white envelope and placed it onto his desk. “For today’s assignment, your students will not be observing us. They are to go to another detective firm to study under the detective there.”

“Another detective firm?” Iida gasped in bewilderment. How many detective firms were there in Yokohama?!

“Another detective firm?” Aizawa swiftly caught onto what the man was implying. “So you’re saying today’s plan is given by the Port Mafia.”

That made all the kids stiffened and eyed the man sitting in front of them with cautiousness.

“This was given to me prior to your arrival,” Fukuzawa explained, and everyone instantly understood the meaning of his words.

Before, the Armed Detective Agency President had no plans of keeping them around, so he didn’t give them the letter. Now that the Agency decided to let them stay, they will not only be following the Armed Detective Agency’s agenda, but also the Port Mafia’s.

“Where is this other detective firm?” Toshinori questioned.

“Tanizaki-kun will take you there. Once you give this letter to the other detective, they will accept you.”

“You mean they don’t know we’ll be coming?” Sero asked, but Fukuzawa didn’t respond and turned to the teachers.

Aizawa stepped forward and picked up the white envelope. He stared at the blank front that didn’t state any addresses or name. He turned the envelope around and saw nothing written on the back either. The only thing on the envelope was that familiar scarlet wax seal Aizawa had seen before.

“There will be no issue if I accompany them, will there?” the raven-haired man questioned.

“That will be up to the other detective,” Fukuzawa replied.

“Who is this other detective? Is he an Ability user?”

“You will find that out once you arrive.”

Knowing they won’t get any more information from the man, the U.A group left the President’s office. When they came back out into the hallway, Tanizaki was already there waiting for them. His sister was nowhere to be seen, much to the relief of many and the disappointment of one.

As if agreed upon beforehand, none of them commented on what happened back in the office.

“I’ll take you to your destination,” Tanizaki told them. For someone who was seen getting touched by his own sister, he didn’t seem awkward in the slightest bit.

“Take care, all of you.” Toshinori looked to the group, giving a last glance to Midoriya before he headed back into the Armed Detective Agency office while Tanizaki led the students and Aizawa away.

Back in the office, Kunikida was already back on his desk working away with some other secretaries helping him out. Strangely, none of the other staff were around.

“Kunikida-san, is Yosano-san around?” Toshinori hesitantly called out to the busy looking man.

“I’m here,” a voice answered before Kunikida could open his mouth to speak.

Toshinori looked up to see Yosano walking out from a room.

“Come in,” she told him and walked back in without looking back. Toshinori followed after her and found that this room was the infirmary.

Yosano sat down by her desk that was filled with papers. She seemed to be looking through them before calling Toshinori over.

When the blond walked close enough, he found that all these papers were information of his students.

“These were given to us by the Port Mafia. It seemed that your school’s principal was the one who provided them.” Yosano explained when she noticed where his gaze was lingering. “Now that you’re staying, I will need to perform my job.”

“I see…” Toshinori took a seat onto the extra chair. He stared at the files on the doctor’s table, then to the doctor herself. “Yosano-san, were you once part of the Port Mafia?”

Yosano’s eyes shifted to the blond.

“Fourteen years ago, you were the one that healed me, weren’t you?” Although it was a question, Toshinori was already certain of this. From his short time here, he could already tell that the Armed Detective Agency has a high position within Yokohama. The story about the cannibalizing Ability yesterday proved as much with the enemy trying to pit them and the Port Mafia against one another.

If the Port Mafia had such a healer, they wouldn’t have used the favour the Armed Detective Agency owed them for outsiders like them. This could only mean that Yosano’s Ability was one of a kind even in this city of Ability users.

Yosano smirked and tossed the paper in her hand aside. “Yes, I was the one who healed you. But,” her smile dropped to a frown, “I was never part of the Port Mafia.”

There was an edge to her voice when she said that last part. Toshinori didn’t know what this woman’s relationship was to the criminal organization, but he knew it wasn’t his place to ask. He dipped his head low and expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“You shouldn’t thank me. The only reason they blasted you into bits was because I could heal you. Otherwise, they might have used a gentler method.”

“Even so, you’ve saved my life.”

“I suppose.” Yosano leaned back into her seat and crossed her right leg over her left. “Is that all you came here to tell me?”

“Yes?” Toshinori stared at her, wondering what else he was supposed to talk about.

Seeing his confusion, Yosano chuckled. “Your student dropped by today. That one you gave your power to.”

“You heard from Ranpo?” Toshinori asked. After all, Ranpo was the only one who knew about his power.

“No,” Yosano tapped her fingers over the files of his students. “A Quirkless boy who suddenly gained a Quirk and arrived at U.A High School the same time as you…I don’t need deduction power to piece such simple facts together.”

“You could tell just from that?” Toshinori’s eyes rounded in astonishment.

“Your powers are the same, I’d be blind if I couldn’t tell.” The way the woman so easily pointed this out made All Might a bit uncomfortable. Was it that obvious? “That student of yours dropped by in the Agency early in the morning and sat outside the door. He was lucky I had to come in early today, or he would have waited another half an hour for Kunikida.”

Yosano said while pulling out Midoriya’s file.

“The boy asked me to heal you.”

“Young Midoriya?” Toshinori’s eyes widened in surprise.

Yosano took in his shocked expression before her eyes fell to the boy’s picture stapled on the top of his file.

“Yosano-san,” Midoriya stood in front of the woman nervously. He tried to calm his rapidly beating heart and steeled himself. “I want to ask…your power…is there a limit?”

“I’ve told all of you last night,” the doctor continued to sort out the papers on her desk and separate them into different files. “My Ability is capable of healing anyone a hundred percent.”

“Then…can you please help All Might?”

Yosano looked at the nervous boy for a long moment before she fully turned around in her chair to face him.

“Did he ask you to come ask me?”

“Eh? No! He didn’t!” Midoriya quickly replied. “I came on my own accord.”

“In that case, what makes you think I would agree?” Yosano leaned back against her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “The person who needed healing didn’t come to me, why should I listen to your request?”

“That’s…!” Midoriya was completely taken back by the woman’s response. He may have expected many things, but it certainly wasn’t this. “I…because I know that All Might would never ask you to heal him.”

“All the more reason I can’t agree to it then.”

“But All Might’s—!” Midoriya’ gritted his teeth upon remembering how All Might no longer have One for All. “All Might may not last much longer…please, I’m begging you!”

The teen bowed his head low.

The doctor stared at the top of the boy’s messy green hair before heaving out a small sigh.

“In your world, I’m sure my power would be considered a miracle.” She said softly, yet her gaze was unwavering, locking together with Midoriya’s. “If so, then you should treat it as a miracle and understand that miracles do not occur to everyone.”

Midoriya knew it was a clear rejection, but he couldn't understand why. The doctor in front of him was fully capable of saving All Might, so why? Why couldn’t she heal him? He didn’t want to give up. He couldn’t—not when the solution was right in front of his eyes.

“Nothing you say will change my mind,” Yosano stated when the boy tried to open his mouth again. She turned back to her work and resumed sorting out the files. “If you can’t understand, then you should use your head and think a little.”

“I can’t heal you,” Yosano told Toshinori while staring directly into his eyes. “You know why, don’t you?”

“Of course.” Toshinori nodded slowly.

Of course he understood.

The reason was simple—because this was Yokohama, not their world.

If he, someone who was always in the eyes of the world, suddenly made a full recovery, many people would question it. Once they do, they will try to find the source behind his recovery. The Japanese government will be the first to find out that they have gone to Yokohama—proving there was a power within Yokohama that can fully recover a person regardless of how deadly their condition was.

In Yosano’s case, the worse condition her patient was in, the better.

This would become a revolutionary discovery in the medical field.

Countries, Villains, and even Heroes would find ways to get into Yokohama. Anyone with a dying loved one will try and find ways to venture into Yokohama in hopes of finding a miracle.

It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that an all-out war could happen between Yokohama and the world—all for the sake of one person’s power.

“You and Aizawa Shouta are the only ones I cannot heal,” Yosano told the blond sternly. “The two of you have been in the Hero career for a long time, it’s natural for your body to accumulate injuries and scars. If any of these were to suddenly disappear, it would cause suspicion. The Port Mafia has guaranteed that your students wouldn’t be harmed. Surely you understand where I’m getting at.”

Toshinori’s hands that were laced together on his knees tightened.

In other words, he and Aizawa were the only ones the Port Mafia wouldn’t protect. They won’t purposely endanger them, but the Port Mafia also wouldn’t help them if they got involved in anything dangerous. They only guaranteed the children’s protection, not the two Pro Heroes.

“Thank you very much, Yosano-san.”

“If there’s nothing else, I have work to finish up.” Yosano waved him off and Toshinori left.

As he sat in the office with nothing to do but stared at the view outside the window, he reached into his pocket and pulled out that white business card.

He looked up to the clock on the wall.

7:32 am

There was still plenty of time.

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The students looked around, eyes filled with curiosity as they waited by the platform in the subway for the train to come. Unfortunately due to the fact that it was a workday and they were right on time for rush hour, the place was packed.

Thankfully, the Port Mafia had taken such a situation into consideration and organized a private compartment on the very end of the train specifically for them.

The teens either stood or sat in the train, looking around but soon became bored and found the silence a little awkward. It was only a matter of time before one of them spoke up, and Uraraka decided to take the lead.

“Tanizaki-san.”

Tanizaki looked up from where he was sitting and fiddling on his phone.

“What is the other detective firm like? Is it as big as the Armed Detective Agency?”

“No, that place is only run by one person,” Tanizaki replied.

“What is he like?” Ashido asked curiously.

“He’s—” Tanizaki paused, suddenly looked as though he was going to throw up.

“Are you alright?” Kirishima reached into his bag to hand the older boy a water bottle.

“I’m fine, thanks.” Tanizaki politely rejected the redhead’s offer. “It’s just…some stuff happened when I first met him.”

“What did he do?” Kaminari asked, unable to hide his curiosity.

“Ugh...I rather not say,” Tanizaki muttered, face turning green just remembering it. Seeing this, they all dropped the topic, knowing better than to keep prying.

“Since you guys will be staying with us...you should know that from now on you’ll be following the Port Mafia’s plans. You’ll get into more dangerous situations like yesterday.”

“But we’ll be healed right?” Sato pointed out.

“With Yosano-san’s power, we’ll have no problem!” Hagakure cheered.

“...You guys are very optimistic,” Tanizaki noted with mild surprise. He looked around the teenagers and shrunk back a little when he met Aizawa’s sharp gaze. “Well…I suppose that’s a good thing.”

“Tanizaki-san,” Midoriya spoke up, grabbing the older boy’s attention. “When the Armed Detective Agency President was hit by the cannibalizing power…why did you choose to go after the Port Mafia Executive?”

That caught the rest of the students’ attention. They still had lots of questions about that.

“They told you about that?” Tanizaki frowned. “What else were we to do?”

“But wouldn’t that be playing into the enemy’s hand?” Kirishima pointed out.

“You think we don’t know that?” Tanizaki narrowed his eyes towards the other redhead, looking very annoyed by his comment. “Then let me ask you. How in the world do you plan on finding the guy without knowing what he looked like or where he is?”

“But there’s plenty of time, isn’t there?” Yaoyorozu asked. “With Yokohama enclosed, you could easily—”

“Easily?” Tanizaki stared at Iida in disbelieve before he dropped his head into his right hand. His palm spread out across his face, completely hiding his current emotion displayed there. “Aaah, I see…so this is why…”

Everyone stared at Tanizaki, unsure of whether or not they should say anything.

“Do you really think it would be easy to find someone within forty-eight hours?”

“Yes,” Iida replied firmly. “If you try—”

“Try?” Tanizaki pulled his head out of his hand and looked towards the students. “The life of our President was on the line, trying isn’t good enough! Having brute force alone might work in your world, but things like power don’t mean everything in Yokohama!”

“What are you trying to say?!” Bakugou snarled. He wasn’t going to stay quiet if the older boy was going to start insulting them.

Instead of backing down, Tanizaki stood up and met Bakugou’s glare with his own.

And in terms of who was winning by being the scariest in this glaring contest, Tanizaki was way ahead of Bakugou. Right now, he looked nothing like the meek person from before.

If Midoriya had to find a way to describe the feeling Tanizaki was giving off right now, it was similar to Yosano when she got out of the car last night.

“You don’t know anything! Don’t talk as if it’s something that easy! You think we don’t know we’re being set up? What other choice do we have?! I don't care who I have to kill as long as it means saving the President!”

That last statement took all of them back. They stared at the boy with rounded eyes, unable to believe what they had heard. Even Aizawa, who had been quiet the entire time, frowned.

After a moment of silence and seeing how none of the children planned on speaking up, Tanizaki sat back in his seat and pulled out his phone.

No one talked for the rest of the ride.

Their journey took about an hour. When they got out of the subway, Tanizaki didn’t look angry anymore. But even so, none of them speak up. His last words still rang clearly inside their heads, causing them to maintain a distance between them and the older boy.

“From here on out, none of you speak.” Tanizaki suddenly said, turning to the group. “And walk closer behind me.”

“Why?” Tokoyami asked, feeling the tension spilling from the detective.

“I will activate my Ability to make all of us invisible.”

“What’s going on?” Aizawa frowned. It almost sounded like the boy was suggesting they sneak into the other detective firm.

“If we get noticed, we’ll be sniped by snipers.”

“Snipers?!” Aoyama shrieked.

“Ability…”

“Wait—!”

“Light snow!”

The students looked around as familiar green light surrounded them with gentle light particles floating down from the sky.

“Are we…invisible now?” Uraraka looked down at her hands and body, then to her classmates. There didn’t seem to be any differences.

“Yeah…stick close to me. Careful not to run into any people on your way, since none of them will be able to see you.”

With that, Tanizaki walked off with Class 1-A and their homeroom teacher close behind him. Fortunately, the street in this area was less crowded than the streets near the Armed Detective Agency. The further they walked, the less people there were.

While following Tanizaki, the kids spent most of their time looking around, trying to find these snipers the other warned them of. As much as they wanted to ask more questions, Tanizaki had told them not to speak so they could only keep their mouths shut.

“We’re here,” Tanizaki spoke quietly under his breath.

They looked up and were all shocked by the building this other detective firm was supposedly in.

Rundown was an understatement of the century to describe this building.

If Tanizaki didn’t bring them here, they would have all thought it was some empty building waiting to be demolished. The walls looked extremely worned out and some of the windows were even cracked.

Tanizaki grabbed the handle of the front door and pulled it open. The moment the door swung open, everyone saw an overlapping image of two identical doors—one being opened by Tanizaki, the other remaining close and blocking their path. In a flicker of green light, the door that was still closed vanished.

“Come on!” Tanizaki waved his hand, gesturing for them to get in.

The students did as told, but Aizawa remained still. Although he didn’t show it on his face, he was still in shock from what he had seen. The boy had created a fake image of the door showing that it was closed while the real one already opened.

To anyone walking by, Aizawa was certain that all they’ll see was an ordinary building without anything happening. From the fact that they had to avoid being seen going into this building meant that these snipers the boy mentioned were watching over this building.

Aizawa already knew how powerful this boy’s illusion power was—or so he thought.

This...everything that is happening before his eyes completely overthrew the definition of powerful. It wasn’t something that could be described with simple words anymore. If there were snipers surrounding this building and watching it, then the front door would definitely be something they would keep their eyes on.

To completely replicate the image of the door down to the finest detail so that even the people staring at it wouldn’t even have noticed that the door was a fake...it wasn’t a simple matter of illusion anymore.

Aizawa walked forward when he saw the last of his students going inside.

Gigantic dragon that took over an entire city.

Gravity that could lift an entire skyscraper,

Illusions where experts can’t tell apart reality and perception.

Healer that can provide instant recovery without any drawbacks.

Exactly how many of these monsters were living in Yokohama?

If these people were to become their enemies...would Japan stand a chance?

After they walked through the door, Tanizaki led them up a short flight of stairs to the back of the building and stopped in front of a pair of wooden doors with a sign on the side that said, Ayatsuji Detective Agency.

“Ugh…” Tanizaki froze in front of the doors. Anyone could tell that he was sweating and deciding on whether or not to open it.

“What are you chickening out for?” Bakugou snorted, but Tanizaki either didn’t hear him or just decided to ignore him.

Taking a deep breath, Tanizaki pressed his hands upon the pair of doors and pushed. Like before, they all saw an image of another set of closed doors appearing and disappearing a split second later.

They nervously stared at the doors, watching the gap between the doors grow bigger and bigger with light pouring out.

When Tanizaki fully opened the doors, the students were welcomed by the sight of a finely decorated office that looked nothing like the rundown exterior. Compared to the Armed Detective Agency that looked like a standard office, this detective firm was extremely well decorated with a vintage feel to it. The office space was huge with the floor covered in red carpet and large windows allowing the morning sunlight to bring warmth into the room.

When they peered inside, the first thing all of their eyes landed on was a blond man sitting behind the mahogany desk.

The man looked very young—around late twenties—wearing a black cap and a pair of lightly shaded glasses. He was holding a newspaper in his right hand while his left hand held a pipe with smoke rising out of it.

He blew out a breath of smoke and tapped his pipe against a glass ashtray.

“Come in.” He suddenly said, causing everyone to jump—Tanizaki included.

“H-he can see us?” Ashido whispered.

“But Tanizaki-san’s power is still active.” Asui pointed out, gesturing to the green light still shrouding them.

“Come on, go inside.” Tanizaki hurriedly ushered them in. Once the door closed behind them, Tanizaki dropped his Ability and revealed them to the blond.

The man simply raised an eye to look at them before setting his pipe down. “Ah, Tanizaki-kun. It has certainly been a while. I was wondering when you’d come back so we may continue where we left off.”

“Urk…!” Tanizaki hastily took a couple of steps back and hid behind the tallest kid in the class which was Shouji.

“Just joking,” the man said, his tone apathetic and unchanging. It was hard for anyone to tell whether he was joking or not.

“How did you know we’re here?” Tanizaki asked cautiously.

“Because there’s only half an hour left before the guard dog arrives. If you were to come, then it would be this time.” He folded the newspaper, his eyes lazily sweeping over the children before landing on Aizawa. Without saying a word, he held out a hand, as if waiting for something to be handed to him.

Seeing this, Aizawa walked forward while taking out the letter Fukuzawa had given them. “I’m Aizawa Shouta, the homeroom teacher of U.A High School Class 1-A. We were told to come to your office and give you this letter.”

“I know who you are,” the blond said, taking the letter offered to him. He flipped the letter around, taking one look at the wax seal before he ripped the letter right down the middle.

“W-what are you doing?!” Iida shouted, but the man didn’t seem to hear and proceeded to further rip the letter into smaller pieces.

“Is it alright not to read it?” Yaoyorozu asked worriedly.

“What’s there to read?” The man questioned back, voice still devoid of any emotions. He dumped the remains of the letter onto his desk. “It’s a blank letter.”

“What?” Midoriya stared at the letter in surprise. He took a closer look at the paper shreds and realized that there wasn’t a single word on it.

It was all white.

A blank letter, but why?

Aizawa turned to look at Tanizaki who was frantically shaking his head.

“I don’t know anything!” He spluttered.

“There’s no point in looking at him, Hero.” The blond man flicked the last piece of paper onto the pile he created. “The sender of this letter knew I’d know what they want me to do when I see you and know that I will follow through with their plans. In that case, is there a point in writing out anything?”

“Wait, so you knew we were coming and who we are?” Kirishima asked, unable to wrap his head around what the man had said.

“It’s not hard to guess.” The man picked up his pipe. “With the Selection War starting, it’s only natural that you would come into Yokohama.”

“What are you talking about?” Aizawa asked, eyes narrowing.

“Do you really think it’s a coincidence that you would come into Yokohama at a time like this?” The man looked calmly towards them. “The fall of the No.1 Hero and All for One. The League of Villains. The Selection War. Your arrival to this city was planned a long time ago.”

The man’s gaze shifted and Midoriya froze when their eyes met. “Welcome to Yokohama, ninth generation.”

Midoriya felt all the blood drained from his body. While his classmates had no idea what the man was talking about, he alone understood the meaning behind those two words.

Ninth generation.

There was no mistake…this man knew about his power! Not just him, but also All Might!

But how?

How did someone in Yokohama know about One for All?!

“But...I thought principal Nedzu planned this trip for us. What does all that have to do with anything?” Kirishima asked.

“I’m sure your principal also believed that he planned this, not the other way around,” the blond said almost sarcastically. “And the only way your world would feel safe letting you into a city filled with criminals would be the Port Mafia guaranteeing the safety of the young future Heroes. However, if they made such promises without a condition, it would raise suspicion. ” He looked over to the kids, ignoring the teacher’s darkening glaze.

“Therefore, your agreement must be this: as long as you don’t use your Quirks within Yokohama, your safety will be guaranteed.”

If the children were surprised before, what the blond said made them all calm back down. The reason was simple. There was no way anyone could make such an accurate guess, or can predict the future like the blond had done.

This could only mean one thing...

“You heard all of these from the Port Mafia, didn’t you?” Hagakure said with full certainty.

“That’s right! Don’t scare us like that!” Aoyama announced while making a pose.

The other students joined in, all of them agreeing that this was all staged. The Port Mafia must have told this man everything about them. The only other way this man could have known was if he had the power to see into the future which they were certain he didn’t. If he had such power, why didn’t he just say it instead of pretending to guess everything?

The fact that the letter they delivered was blank proved that the Port Mafia planned all of this. As for why the Port Mafia would do something so pointless, no one bothered thinking about it because they couldn’t think of any better reasoning.

Midoriya thought so as well, guessing that the Port Mafia must have been the one to tell this detective about One for All. If they weren’t on an assignment, he would have ran all the way back to the Armed Detective Agency to inform his mentor about this.

How did the Port Mafia know about One for All?

Did it have anything to do with All for One?

No one saw how Midoriya had hid his mouth behind his hand and began a string of incoherent mutterings.

Standing at the very front, Aizawa more or less shared the same idea with his students. This could only be another one of the Port Mafia’s plans. The question was, what were they trying to achieve by doing this?

What did the fall of All Might and All for One, along with the League of Villains, have to do with anything?

The longer he stayed in this city, the more questions he had, but Aizawa didn’t voice them out loud. He highly doubted this man would tell them anything. Aizawa didn’t know whether or not this man was part of the Port Mafia, but as of right now, this man was working for them much like the Armed Detective Agency.

The man didn’t respond to them right away. He took a long sip of his pipe and slowly breathed out a trail of smoke.

After a whole minute, he finally spoke. “Good grief, your brains are like casu marzu.”

“Casu...marzu?” Uraraka echoed in confusion. The teenagers looked at each other, none of them having any idea what the man was talking about.

At the back of the group, Tanizaki pulled out his smartphone. He typed in the words and showed the result to the kids.

Half of their faces turned green when they saw what casu marzu was and what it looked like.

“WHAT THE HELL?! ISN’T IT CRAWLING WITH MAGGOTS?!” Bakugou exploded with steam bursting from his burning face. “ARE YOU SAYING OUR BRAINS ARE FILLED WITHS MAGGOTS?!”

“I can’t believe how this is possible. Even my maid is more adequate than you.” The blond clicked his tongue and tapped his pipe sharply against the ashtray. “Perhaps I should give her some credits for not being utterly hopeless like you lot.”

“Um...I think he’s saying that your brains are rotten.” Tanizaki supplied helpfully, checking the definition on his phone. “Casu marzu means rotten cheese.”

“ROTTEN?!”

“Thank you, Tanizaki-kun.” The blond nodded towards the other detective who didn’t feel like he was thanked at all. Tanizaki had a feeling that the man included him in some of those insults. “How the outside world hasn’t been taken over yet is beyond a miracle. The only thing I can say is that your Villains must have milbenkase for brains.”

All at once, the students and their teacher glanced at Tanizaki expectantly.

Slumping his shoulders, the Armed Detective Agency member typed in the word and turned his phone around to show them.

“Isn’t this the same damn thing?” Bakugou huffed upon seeing another disgusting image of cheese swarming with bugs. “So what, you’re saying that all of our brains are rotten? Is that it?!”

“If that’s how you perceived it, then yours doesn’t have anything left inside to rot. Congratulations.”

“DIE!”

“Bakugou!” Kirishima and Sato hurriedly restrained their class’s No.1 before he did anything they would regret later.

“...I think he’s saying your Villains’ brains are infested with mites. Milbenkase means mite cheese.” Tanizaki once more translated for the poor children.

Completely disregarding Bakugou’s death threats, the detective stood up and walked around his desk.

“Lead the way, Tanizaki-kun.”

“Huh?” Tanizaki gaped. “I have to come along?”

“Where are we going?” Aizawa question. Then he remembered the snipers surrounding this building. “And the snipers outside, what is going on?”

“Why else do you think you were sent here?” The blond deadpanned, ignoring the teacher and kept his eyes focused on Tanizaki.

“Is it alright to do this...?” Despite asking that, the redhead was already activating his Ability.

The moment Light Snow was activated, the blond was already pushing the door open and strolling out with Tanizaki frantically running after him and the rest of the class following.

Without anyone realizing, the detective within the heavily guarded building vanished without a trace.

Half an hour after their departure, a sleek black car drove up to the building and out walked an elegant woman with turquoise coloured hair.

She pulled off the sunglasses from her face, revealing a pair of sharp and determined eyes. She folded the glasses carefully, tucking it into her pocket and walked towards the building. Behind her, the black car let out a sharp beep, signaling that it had been locked.

The woman walked with her chin held up high in confidence. To ordinary civilians, she would just be a mysterious woman passing by. Only few knew of her true identity within the mysterious city known as Yokohama.

Tsujimura Mizuki—a special agent that worked within Yokohama’s Special Ability Department. She was one of the few elites handpicked by her superiors, and the only one trusted with such an important task.

“Calling support troops, affiliation code 4048,” she spoke to the Bluetooth on her right ear.

“This is snipper support squad one.” A voice responded from the earpiece.

“This is Agent Code 4048 Tsujimura Mizuki. I will begin internal monitoring."

“Understood. We’ll switch to position B3 and continue monitoring the target from the outside.”

After finishing the daily confirmation, Tsujiumura walked into the building and stood before the closed door of the Ayatsuji Detective Agency.

She tugged on her gloves and fixed her suit.

Perfect.

She was right on time.

Not a second too late, not a second too early.

And now, as part of her special agent duty, she will begin to monitor Ayatsuji Yukito—the highest-ranked extremely dangerous Ability user within Yokohama.

“Good morning, Ayatsuji-sensei!” She announced her presence and pushed open the door.

She walked into the room with wide strides, only to stop at the empty chair in front of her. Usually, the man would already be sitting behind his desk by this time with insults readied to throw at her.

“Ayatsuji-sensei?” She called, looking around.

Receiving no answer and her eyes fell to the only place the man could be.

The basement.

When she was about to head down to check, something on the desk caught her eyes.

She walked over, eyes scanning over the things on the desk.

A folded newspaper.

A finished cup of coffee.

An ashtray with ashes.

A pile of shredded paper.

There was nothing out of the ordinary other than the pile of shredded paper.

“What’s this?” Tsujimura picked up some pieces of the paper. They were all blank with nothing on it. When she took a closer look, she saw something at the bottom of the paper pile. It was another piece of paper, though this paper wasn’t completely white so it stood out from the paper shreds.

She pinched her fingers around the corner of the paper and pulled it out. When she saw the finely printed words on the note, her entire body stiffened so much that one could mistake her for a statue from afar.

[I’m heading out first. Do your best to catch up, Tsujimura-kun.]

There was nothing else on this simple piece of note, but the more she read, the more Tsujimura felt like she was going to have a heart attack.

Her target had walked out from under their noses.

Her mind blanked out for a long time before another realization slapped her back to reality.

Her superior was going to kill her.

“AYATSUJI-SENSEI!!!”

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hayateart · 5 years ago

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Sound of Darkness

Giveaway prize for @tha-pumpkinqueen who requested horror.

Atsushi and Akutagawa get lost in a cave maze. Chuuya and Dazai set out to search for them. They find something else as well or rather something else finds them.

Read under the cut or on AO3

The entrance to the tunnel was well hidden from the public view. It took them hours to find it and when they finally did, they would have ignored it except for the claw marks right at the very edge of the stone wall.

“Is this a trap?” Chuuya asked looking into the darkness.

“I don’t know,” Dazai answered and there was nothing that could scare Chuuya more than that simple statement.

Dazai always knew such things. He always had a plan. He was the brains and Chuuya was the muscle. If the brains weren’t sure about something, how could the muscle comply? Apparently it could since when Dazai informed him ‘this is where the kids have gone to’ Chuuya entered the tunnel without hesitation.

The tunnel in question was part of as of yet unexplored cave system that appeared at one of Yokohama shores after a recent earthquake. It was classifies as dangerous and people were forbidden from entering. The main entrance was sealed with a metal door but nobody knew about a second entrance, only a few meters away, until just recently when a couple of drunk businessmen decided it would be fun to go inside and get lost. The Armed Detective Agency was contacted by their worried wives.

As it turned out one of the businessmen was an undercover mafia agent. To find them the Mafia sent Akutagawa and the ADA sent Atsushi. It was supposed to be a quick mission, more of a test to see if the new Double Black could work in situations that didn’t involve fights to the last blood.

They both haven’t been heard from since.

The tunnel was dark and damp. The light of the torches that both Chuuya and Dazai brought along wasn’t enough to lit all the dark corners and anything that could hide within them. So close to the shore you could hear the waves and screeches of seagulls but the sound was distorted. Water hitting the shore was like whispers, telling the world secrets you didn’t want to be known and seagulls were the screaming voices of the damned begging for forgiveness. Chuuya and Dazai pushed on anyway, further into the cave, and soon enough the sound was gone. The deafening silence that greeted them was, however, even worse.

“I don’t even have any service on my phone,” said Dazai.

“Can you fucking not?!” Chuuya screeched back. “Give a guy a warning next time if you decide to say something. You nearly gave me a heart attack. It was so fucking quiet and then you just pop your stupid comment like it’s nothing!”

“Oh, are you scared, Chuuya?”

Dazai’s comment was supposed to be teasing. Nobody would expect Mafia’s greatest fighter to be stressed about some tunnels, even though he himself was clearly starting to feel nervous. Chuuya could see it in the way he held himself. His shoulders tense and eyes scanning the walls intently. Considering everything, Dazai’s question came out as concerned.

First, some businessmen go missing but that’s nothing unusual – people are stupid, of course they wouldn’t think to mark their path so they can enter and leave what is basically a maze safely. However, Atsushi and Akutagawa are not. Deep slashes formed by claws or maybe Rashoumon attacks marked walls and floor, leading them hopefully closer to the missing kids. Still, there was no sign of them and the marks grew more and more seldom as they went further inside.

“I’m not fucking scared,” answered Chuuya, obviously scared and hiding it badly. “But I am worried,” he admitted after a while. “The kids have been gone for an entire day already.”

“They’re fine.” Dazai waved away his worries. “Worst case scenario they argued, split paths and now they’re looking for each other because they don’t want to leave the other behind in a scary cave. All we need to do is find them and lead them out.”

“And hope we don’t argue as well and share their fate?” Chuuya joked back.

“Exactly.”

Further into the caves they went. The path before them split a couple of times but they always found a helpful clue in form of a slashed arrow. Chuuya’s torch run out of batteries ages ago and they were forced to share Dazai’s. One light made the tunnels seem darker and even more uninviting.

The gentle rustle in the background returned. This time, however, it sounded nothing like the waves. Not even like the whispers. It was slithering. Something was moving towards them, Chuuya was sure of it. At least for a split second. Then the sound disappeared like it was never there and Dazai didn’t even seem to notice anything. He just stared at Chuuya surprised, when the redhead stopped in his tracks.

“It’d be hard to fight here.” Chuuya decided to point out when Dazai looked at him, a silent question in his eyes. “The walls are too close together, there would be little force behind the attack.”

“You could always use your ability.”

Chuuya shook his head.

“It could disturb the rock, the whole thing would cave in on us. Let’s hope there’s nothing we have to fight here.”

“What would there be?”

If it was meant to put Chuuya’s worries to rest, it didn’t work. The slithering came back and it was closer. Still, Dazai didn’t seem to notice a thing.

“I don’t know.”

The slithering was following them. Chuuya shared this information with Dazai, fully aware that the other man would make fun of him for being paranoid. Dazai, however, surprised his partner by simply nodding and assuring:

“I can’t hear anything but if I do, I’ll let you know.”

Things must have been really bad if Dazai didn’t take an opportunity to make fun of him. They turned even worse, when they found blood.

There wasn’t a lot of it. Just a few drops really, and under normal circumstances it wouldn’t worry them much at all but these were no normal circumstances and it worried the hell out of Chuuya and possibly Dazai as well.

“No sign of struggle.” Dazai observed kneeling down on the ground. “No sign of anything, really. It’s just blood. There aren’t even any sharp rocks you can cut yourself on.”

“So how did it happen? Where did the blood come from?”

“I know about as much as you do, Chuuya. Just because I’m smarter don’t expect me to know all the answers.”

Dazai’s torch died a few hours later. They had to rely on Chuuya’s lighter to show them the way.

“We should go back. We won’t find them this way,” said Chuuya.

“We should have gone back when we lost your torch.”

“Atsushi!”

Dazai ran to the unconscious boy. Atsushi lay half slumped over the wall, his hair dirty and stuck to the forehead, his mouth chapped showing first signs of dehydration – something even his tiger-power heightened healing abilities couldn’t save him from – but completely unharmed. Dazai patted him on the cheek a few times to wake him up. When that didn’t work, he tried slapping. When that didn’t work either, he tried checking his pulse.

“He’s alive but his heartbeat is very slow. Chuuya, how long have we been here?”

Chuuya wasn’t sure. Just like their torches, their phones already died and he never carried a watch. A mistake, one could say.

“I charged my phone right before we set out. That means at least twelve hours.”

“Atsushi might be just exhausted. Lets take him and look for Akutagawa.”

“Dazai, the claw marks disappeared a while ago.”

“I know.”

“The slithering is getting closer.”

Dazai did not answer. He walked straight ahead leaving Chuuya to carry the unconscious boy.

Chuuya’s lighter soon run out of gas. The only thing lighting their path now was the soft glow of his ability as he used it to lessen the weight of the boy on his back.

Chuuya was growing exhausted himself. The endless walking and constant use of his ability were finally taking their toll on him. Dazai didn’t seem to fare any better. But he didn’t want to stop. They haven’t found Akutagawa yet and the slithering sounded now like it was right behind them, so he pushed Dazai to walk in front of them. If something decided to attack, Chuuya was the better fighter out of the two.

But nothing attacked and that made it somehow even worse. Chuuya kept looking behind and he saw nothing except for the darkness.

Dazai, while he kept his distance in the beginning, was now only a few centimeters away. If Chuuya decided to lean towards him his head would land on Dazai’s back and he wouldn’t even need to stretch. He didn’t do that of course. He was not touching Dazai unless absolutely necessary. Besides, that would make him drop the kid on his back.

Speaking of his back, Chuuya looked behind again. The was nothing there.

“Are you still hearing that sound?”

Chuuya nodded.

“It’s really close now,” he whispered back.

“I can’t hear a thing. Maybe it’s an ability?”

“Maybe.”

While he voiced his agreement, Chuuya was doubtful of that theory. If an ability user was behind them, waiting for an attack, they’d have done it ages ago. At this point they were both exhausted but that only meant whoever pursued them would be exhausted as well. Unless it wasn’t human. And the reason Chuuya could hear it while Dazai couldn’t was because Chuuya wasn’t entirely human himself.

He really, really did not want to do this, but he felt there was no other choice.

“I need to check that sound,” Chuuya announced.

He didn’t wait for Dazai to protest and try to stop him. Gently, he put Atsushi on the ground ordering Dazai to watch over him.

“Use your knife to mark your way and find us. Be careful,” Dazai asked. For once he knew better than to argue with Chuuya.

“Thanks.” Chuuya smiled uneasily. “And… Dazai, take care of yourself, too. I don’t want to go back to two corpses.”

It was meant as a joke to lighten up the atmosphere. Nobody laughed. Instead Dazai reached out and hugged him briefly. The light of Chuuya’s ability blinked out drowning them all in the darkness. With nobody there to see them, Chuuya returned the hug.

“Osamu, I mean it,” he whispered. “I need to find you back here safe and sound.”

“We’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

He didn’t get very far. The source of the slithering sound was still close, but he decided to ignore it in favor of another obstacle in his way.

Just like Atsushi, he found Akutagawa slumped on the ground. Exhausted and unconscious. Unlike Atushi, Akutagawa awoke when Chuuya slapped him gently.

“Chuuya?”

“You stupid fucker, why did you two separate?! We’ve been looking all over for you two!”

The worry he felt came out as anger, something he should probably work on more in the future but right now he was too relieved and too tired to care. Tears of relief found their way into the corners of Chuuya’s eyes and he had to blink rapidly to push them back.

Even in the faint light Chuuya could see that Akutagawa was not well. He was dirty all over and had a few drops of dried blood stuck to his chin. Probably the source of blood they’d found a while ago. However, it was his coat that was in the worst state. Rashoumon was shredded. There was no other word for it. All that was left of the beautiful and powerful coat was just ribbons. It would heal, given enough time, but for now it left Akutagawa defenseless.

“We need to get you out of here. Dazai has Atsushi. We’ll get back to them and leave these tunnels together.”

“You shouldn’t have come looking for us.”

“What?” Chuuya grabbed Akutagawa’s shoulders. “We had to, we couldn’t leave you here.”

“There’s something here and it doesn’t like ability users.”

The slithering was now right behind Chuuya. The hair on the back of his neck stood up in warning. If he turned around, Chuuya was sure he would now see whatever was following them all this time.

He was right, it wasn’t an ability user, it was something much older and much more sinister. Something that wouldn’t get tired hunting them for days because that’s what it existed for.

Chuuya, didn’t even get a chance to react. Tendrils of pure darkness crawled his skin grabbing and forcefully taking hold of his ability. It was worse than Corruption. He could at least guide Corruption to destroy his enemies. Now he absolutely lost control over everything. His power exploded inside of him. Chuuya felt as if it was tearing him apart, tearing his mind apart. Arahabaki was clawing at the bars of the cage inside his mind, howling and in pain just like his host.

Chuuya now realized why the thing was waiting so long to attack. Exhausted mind cannot defend itself.

The ground started shaking around them when Chuuya’s ability broke free from under his skin. Loose rocks fell in a deadly rain from above.

One of them fell straight on Chuuya’s head, instantly knocking him out.

When Chuuya came to, he was surrounded by complete darkness. The activation of his ability revealed that what he feared most just happened. In the faint red glow Chuuya saw rocks blocking the tunnel from both ends. There was a cave in.

It was a miracle they survived. Akutagawa was sitting cross legged, eyes unfocused and staring into his lap. He barely reacted when Chuuya regained his consciousness.

“It leaves you alone when you’re not awake. I don’t think it can take hold of an unconscious mind,” he informed.

Chuuya tried moving but found both of his legs trapped under the rock. Trying to get them out brought a sharp pang of pain paralyzing his whole body. His legs remained trapped, possibly broken. He couldn’t use his ability to get himself free in fear of collapsing the rest of the ceiling.

“That idiot Dazai is there. He’ll figure what happened and find a solution.”

“If he gets to us in time,” Akutagawa answered. “Rashoumon is healing and you’re awake. It’ll look for us again and I don’t think it’ll let us survive this time.”

In the silence that fell after Akutagawa proclaimed their dark future, Chuuya could hear a gentle slithering sound, getting closer and closer with every heartbeat. He closed his eyes and swallowed. Maybe if he didn’t use his ability, the thing wouldn’t be able to find them.

Right before the red glow faded, he could see the tendrils of darkness crawling along the rocks. It was already too late.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #dazai x chuuya #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryuunosuke #horror

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linkspooky · 6 years ago

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Dazai and Chuuya: Ningen Shikkaku

Chuuya and Dazai are one of the most heavily discussed partnerships in the manga. The two of them are clearly set up as foils the same way Atsushi and Akutagawa the main character and the main rival are. However, while Atsushi and Akutagawa are “different, but the same” in a way that makes them come into conflict the partnership between Chuuya and Dazai reads differently to me. Rather than “different, but the same” its “Different, but desires the same” as both Chuuya and Dazai desire to live as human beings but go about achieving that in completely different ways.

For more analysis on “Double Black” or “Soukoku” and their connection to “Ningen Shikkaku” or “No Longer Human” the author Osamu Dazai’s most famous work, read under the cut.

Double Black is a partnership that functions despite the two characters seeming hatred of one another. It’s a rivalry and a friendship in one, because while both of them are constantly competing and put off by one another.

Both Chuuya and Dazai also know each other well. They are so familiar with the other so much so that the other functions as an extension of their own self. Therefore their hatred of each other comes not from being unable to comprehend the other but rather familiarity. They hate each other because they know each other. They also, get the other.

I would go one step further to say both of them see each other as a person, in the others eyes, which is also something that frustrates them. When Chuuya is introduced to Dazai in Fifteen it’s all too easy to see him as a suicidal maniac or a cold blooded mafioso. However, against CHuuya’s own wishes he comes to understand Dazai by the end of the story as someone who wants to live.

1. On Dazai and Human Beings

Dazai as well has a tendency to not see the people around them as people. While not extreme as Dostoevsky is, Dazai is manipulative, and explicitly has been referenced several times to move people around like chess pieces on a board.

It’s important to notice that Dazai’s behavior is not just the result of him being a brilliant mastermind. Though, it is a symptom of him being so smart it is practically a flaw in his character. If you read Dostoevsky as a foil to inform us on Dazai’s mindset (as Dazai tends to be cagey about where his own thoughts and beliefs lie especially to the audience) then, Dazai’s thinking is similiar to Fyodor he can read the thoughts of others so well that it’s hard for him to consider them an equal unless they have the same level of intellect as him.

In other words Dazai is so used to being the smartest person in the room, that it’s done the exact opposite for his development. Oda in general has always had the best read on Dazai.

‘‘That guy is just a child who’s too smart. Just a crying child who’s been left alone in the darkness, a world of nothingness far emptier than the world we can see.’’

Dazai is so smart he can read the situation while literally in jail with little to no contact with the outside world, just because he’s predicted the actions of everybody involved probably weeks in advance, then relay those orders to Ango. His method of planning is always to make plans on his own that predict the actions of others, and then trusting that they will follow through on his predictions of them without even telling them what he expects. Dazai is able to anticipate their actions in certain situations so well, it begins to seem as if they are not complex organisms independent from him with their own thoughts and feelings, but instead pre-programmed npcs on the rails serving their role in his game.

This predictive ability is something that has utterly stunted him as a person. We know nothing about Dazai as a child beyond his relationship with Mori, and the fact that he was already suicidal at fifteen years old but imagine what it must be like growing up when you are already smarter than most adults you meet. Children need adults to guide them in their formative years. However, Dazai who even as a child is already smart enough to see the hypocrisies present in the adults trying to guide him (Mori again, who was probably the worst person to raise someone like Dazai, but more on that later) Dazai is someone who has absolutely no incentive to grow up. Therefore he stays a child in the darkness, therefore he stays lost.

It’s Dazai’s natural tendency to not see people around him as human beings capable of making their own decisions, and with a rich internal world that is separate from their own. It’s also a flaw he has to fight against. This is why we see him despite Akutagawa’s desperation for a connection with him, separating himself from Akutagawa unless he needs something from him. This is why even though he does genuinely trust and value the Detective Agency, why Dazai has a habit of going off on his own, never informing the others of his actions and his intentions until it comes time to make a decision. While Dazai is better than Fyodor, this is still manipulative behavior. Here’s the thing the less information you let another person have the less control they have over the situation. Especially if when it comes time to make the decision you frontload them with all of the information that you were holding back all along with the intention of pointing them to the decision you want them to make. Dazai does this all with good intentions, but he still relies on his tricks from his mafia days to achieve them. Dazai doesn’t trust other people with all the information, up front, and trust them with transparency of his intentions.

In that way he doesn’t give them full free independence to move. Dazai is so good at reading people on the surface, and the way they act externally, that he basically has no interest in their internal worlds at all.

Dazai enjoys humans as a whole, he wants to help them rather than Fyodor who wants to kill them to save them from their own sinfulness. However, it’s important to recognize he still talks about humans as a whole like an outsider of the group. As if he’s an observer looking at the herd of humanity, and something else rather than a human being himself.

Which finally ties to the literary influence in Dazai’s character. A lot of this comes from Ōba Yōzō, the protagonist of no longer human, a troubled man incapable of revealing his true self to others, and who is instead forced to uphold a facade of hollow jocularity.

Yozo speaks over and over again about human beings as a whole as if they were some kind of aliens he was never meant to understand.

In other words, you might say that I have no understanding of what makes human beings tick.

[...]

I might have already been disqualified as living among human beings.

[...]

I find it difficult to understand the kind of human being who lives, or who is sure he can live, purely, happily, serenely while engaged in deceit. Human beings never did teach me that abstruse secret. If I had only known that one thing I should never had to dread human beings so, nor should I have opposed myself to human life, nor tasted such torments of hell every night.

[...]

I have tried insofar as possible to avoid getting involved in the sordid complication of human beings.

[...]

I know that I am liked by other people, but I seem to be deficient in the faculty to love others, (I should add that I have very strong doubts as to whether human beings possess this faculty.)

Especially with the last quote it becomes apparent what Yozo’s real issue is. He is unable to see himself as a human being, and therefore he projects his dehumanization and sense of alienation onto all others. It’s not Human Beings as the problem, but rather Yozo’s complete inability to see, or treat other people as people that leads to his further isolation from them.

Which connects to Dazai’s character really well. He sees himself as some kind of nonliving thing, a corpse that keeps walking around delaying his eventual suicide, and therefore he does not see other people around him as people too. He projects that they are the ones who are far too difficult to understand, who are far to seethrough and transparent that he sees all of their hypocrisies and is afraid of them. Yet, Dazai never confronts his own hypocrisies either even though he is rife with them. He projects outward his fears about himself onto other people, but it’s Dazai who understands himself the least, and it’s Dazai who sees himself as the least human.

Notice that Dazai’s sense of alienation may come from his intelligence, but at the same time his one and only friend and the most important person in his life was not a super genius. Mori is the person who in the Port Mafia who has the most in common with Dazai seeing people as mere tools to move according to his wants, and even attempting to mentor Dazai to do the same. It’s Oda, who is not a genius. Rather, Dazai sees Oda as a good person, something he can never see himself as being.

That’s what Dazai’s lesson in “Dark Era” is. There is no magical components inside of you that makes you a good person. From the way Dazai talks he’s already aware at least what the right thing to do, he just doesn’t do it at the time. The thing is Oda wasn’t born a good person. He just decided to become one in his own way one day. He had the freedom to choose that and define himself. Dazai is so scared of what a bad person he is, he lacks the self reflection to try to define himself and keeps his internal workings a mystery probably even to himself.

Oda was Dazai’s friend and equal, even though he was not a super genius like Fyodor or a cunning manipulator like Mori, because he saw and treated Dazai consistently like a human being. That was the only great secret to the mystery that is Osamu Dazai. The mystery is that there’s not much of a mystery at all, Dazai just fools you into believing that he’s an unreadable ghost because he does not want other people, or more likely himself to understand his own actions. He is a paradox, smarter than everyone around him, and yet deeply insecure and finding himself inferior to all other human beings and their values of righteousness. This is why Dazai’s other biggest foil besides Chuuya is Kunikida, someone who strives for the ideal while Dazai is someone who falls far below the ideal. But those ideals in the first place, are just human concepts that were thought up by human beings, not natural things they were born with.

As smart as he is, Dazai doesn’t get that. He doesn’t understand that the things that sabotage him from righteousness are not supposed inhuman flaws and qualities that he has. Rather, because of his painfully human flaws, his insecurities towards others, his inability to connect, him being trapped inside of his own head, and only perceiving things from his own point of view. Dazai is clearly not intended to be a psychopath, he has emotions as he was clearly distraught by Oda’s death, he clearly has the ability to make connections to other people and values those connections to the point where he’s clearly trying to improve how he treats Atsushi vs how he treated Akutagawa. “I’m hated by righteousness”, and “I’m a bad person” him being an inhuman, unfeeling demon is just Dazai’s own personal narrative to stop him from confronting the weakness of his own character.

The joke of No Longer Human is that Yozo while not seeing himself as a human being, is tripped up by what are very obviously human qualities, his anxiety towards other people, his need to be loved, his fear or rejection causing him to hide his true self. Dazai Osamu is as human as everybody else, but he denies his own humanity, thus he is the human failure, thus he is disqualified from being a human being, thus he is no longer human.

2. On Chuuya and Human Beings

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya has far more of a claim to not being a human being. After all, he literally sees himself as an empty body possessed by Arahabaki who is a weird extra dimensional being.

Chuuya is Dazai’s inverse, rather than someone who actively and habitually avoids his own humanity, Chuuya is desperate to learn about his origins. He wants to fill in the darkness and the gaps in himself, whereas Dazai would rather leave things in the dark.

The irony of course being that Chuuya, even though he has some kind of unknowable void inside of him and his origins are completely a mystery even to him, to the point where he does not know if he was a corpse that was resurrected, a child that was possessed after being used by experiments, and if his current identity is his own, if there are vestiges of his old identity, if he’s entirely arahabaki, or a fusion of the two. Chuuya’s origin is confusing even to him, and this is entirely on purpose. Unlike Dazai who avoids confronting his true nature nature, Chuuya’s true nature is unknowable even when he searches for it. The irony being, that even though one could make the argument that Chuuya is genuinely an inhuman entity, that Chuuya is much more human on the surface than Dazai and gets along with other human beings better than Dazai ever could.

Unlike Dazai who can predict people so far in advance that he does not ned to trust others, and therefore often makes decisions for them, or withholds information until the last moment and infleunces them into making the choice he wants to make, Chuuya is someone who fundamentally trusts others. Even down to his ability “Tainted” using it requires him to trust the fact that Dazai who he supposedly hates and who hates him in return will be there to stop it.

If “isolation” is a central theme to Dazai’s character, then “Trust” and “Loyalty” are what is most important to Chuuya. His entire identity revolves around them. This is also specifically from his origins, Chuuya had nothing, no place of belonging, no memories of the past, just an unfathomable black void in his mind when he was found. That is why he relies on the others around him entirely to give him any sense of identity.

If Dazai’s inability to trust is a flaw. If he cannot see righteousness, trust, or loyalty, because he sees through people too well to believe in those ideals and only sees them as hypocrisy. Then, Chuuya’s flaw is that he trusts too much. That he believes in trust and loyalty to the people around him to the point that he lets them use him. Dazai was only able to find his identity after leaving the mafia, but Chuuya’s identity is so tied up in the mafia, that he could never leave, or never doubt someone like Mori the way Dazai does.

It’s apparent in his relationship with the Sheep in “Fifteen.”

The Sheep insist that Chuuya is obligated to fight for them because he has a strong ability, despite the fact that he’s the leader they almost never listen to him even when he only has their best interest in mind.

Dazai tells him he “acts like a sheep in the eyes of wolfs.” If Dazai is someone who considers himself an outside, like a shepard who can never truly belong in the herd but can guide them in their best interest. Then Chuuya sees himself as a wolf pretending to be a sheep. Not with the intent of eating them, but because he desperately wants to be recognized as a part of the herd. Unlike Dazai Chuuya is much more open about his want to have a sense of belonging with other people. However, instead of being accepted he had the opposite result. Chuuya was a sheep all along, and the others were like wolves deceiving him only to prey on him and take advantage of him. Chuuya had no family or relatives, and he still sees the sheep as better than him for accepting him despite him knowing nothing about himself. He sees himself as someone lower than them because of that inhuman part of his character and the things he does not know about himself. The truth is though, that Chuuya is just another sheep and Dazai can see it as plain as day.

His want to be accepted, his want to have a place of belongings, his want to have a personality, mind, values, the way he takes his identity from others around him, those are all human traits. Dazai sees this, especially since these are desires that Dazai deliberately avoids and denies himself.

Chuuya as a peson is someone who is desperately seeking answers for himself. However, he does not believe he has those answers inside of himself. He sees himself as someone who is unnatural, and therefore far inferior to the other human beings around him. Therefore he relies on the guidance of “human beings”. Which is his exact flaw that always results in him being loyal to the wrong people.

Mori is a bad person, but he also gave Chuuya the answers that Chuuya needed the most, when he needed them the most.

Chuuya believes there is something missing inside of himself, and his loyalty to the port mafia, and the others is something that can fulfill that missing thing, but he’s wrong and such blind loyalty only results in him getting used repeatedly. As he sees himself as an inhuman tool in the first place, he thinks he can be fulfilled by finding someone to use him the right way.

3. Dazai and Chuuya’s Relationship

So, Dazai and Chuuya deep inside of themselves both want the same thing. They both want to find their place among human beings. They go about it in opposite ways. Dazai ran away from the mafia and chose the path of saving people. Chuuya stayed with the mafia and chose the path of loyalty to find a place of belonging.

I don’t write meta to declare characters good or bad people, but Dazai is kind of a jerk. He’s manipulative and does not see other people as individuals but rather pieces he can move around to get what he wants, and yet he is on the side of saving people. Chuuya sees other human beings as individuals and he sees himself as the tool. He is generally much more concerned about the welfare of individual people. He is capable of trusting others. He is concerned for Akutagawa’s well being and treats him much better than Dazai ever did. He fights to protect his friends, and values life a whole lot more. Yet, at the same time he’s on the side of the Port Mafia, he’s on the side of killing people for the mafia.

One of Chuuya’s major weaknesses is he only tends to see those he’s loyal to, and the friends around him as human beings. Even though he’s much better at making those friendships and connections than Dazai ever is. Despite respecting other people, he is also much more willing to be cutthroat and kill those he considers in the “outside group” in order to protect those within his group.

Ironically Chuuya’s behavior is exactly what Fyodor refers to as a “Sinfully stupid” human choice to make, because knowing he’s being manipulated he still chooses to kill the other organization head because it is his best bet to save the people he’s loyal to.

This is why we see Chuuya and Dazai in such opposite positions. Chuuya’s behavior just comes off as a lot more human than Dazai’s does. He genuinely believes in the human values that Dazai rejects. It’s most apparent in their relationship with Mori.

Dazai is someone who despite seeming like the same type of person as Mori, someone who only sees other people as tools to use for their own purposes sees through Mori. He knows the parts of Mori are selfish and only acting on his own desires rather than making decisions for the good of the organization as he claims.

Chuuya is someone who genuinely belives in Mori and follows his guidance. Chuuya and Dazai are such opposites that they even both reacted to their mentors in opposite ways. Chuuya someone mentored by Ozaki Koyo who despite all of her flaws sees her subordinates as human beings. She even eventually aids in Kyouka’s escape from the mafia once she realized she would be better off that way, and only tried to stop her from leaving because she believed Kyouka would hurt herself trying to escape to the light and failing the same way Koyo did in the past.

Chuuya while he does show a lot of infleunce from Koyo, he does treat everyone underneath him as human beings, he takes care of those people like they were his own, at the same time takes the opposite path as her. Chuuya has never once tried to leave the mafia and is uninterested in it. Part of him even loathes Dazai for leaving the mafia because it’s a betrayal against loyalty, which is the most important quality for Chuuya. At the same time unlike Koyo who once tried to escape the mafia, Chuuya believes that he, Akutagawa, everyone elseare better off in the mafia. He accepts the mafia because it gives guidance to the blank stretch of void that is his own life.

Dazai on the other hand, who Mori chose due to their similarities, and tried to manipulate by giving him a purpose and meaning to his life (the exact thing that Chuuya lets himself become a tool in order to have), ends up also choosing the opposite path of his mentor. Mori claims that he became the head of the Port Mafia for the sake of the city. Dazai however, leaves the Port Mafia fo his own personal development, so he can become a better person. The mafia’s values of loyalty, or their roles as the watchers of the night and the controllers of the dark side of the city mean almost nothing to him. Dazai sees through Mori. He refused to let himself be shaped into the right hand that Mori wanted him to become.

We also see a reversal of their situations. Dazai is now fighting to protect a small group of close allies in his organization, even though he manipulates them and orchestrates things in order to protect them. Chuuya is now practically Mori’s right hand man. To the point where he took over command of the mafia when Mori was put out of commission, and everyone accepted his temporary leadership. He took the place that Dazai was originally meant to occupy.

So their rivalry may just originate from the fact that they’ve chosen to take such opposite paths in life, that each one of them think is the absolute wrong path. Dazai thinks Chuuya’s value of loyalty and trust is just something that gets him used. Chuua thinks Dazai doesn’t have any trust and loyalty inside of himself at all.

Their ways of thinking are also opposites. Dazai meticulously reads and analyzes everybody else around him, but he’s very untrusting of himself and lacks self reflection. Chuuya’s style of decision making and deduction requires him to trust in his own gut instinct and follow that through. Chuuya is someone very much aware of what his own values are, and what his thoughts ar, and follows those.

Chuuya seeks himself. Dazai denies himself.

The most frustrating part of all probably to each of them is that they do not want to acknowledge each other, they do not want to see the other as a human being.

Part of Dazai’s conflict regarding Chuuya is probably jealousy. Chuuya despite being you know, pat god void monster whatever, is just a lot more normal than Dazai. He got along with other teenagers his own age. He shows no interest in death or dying. He acts like a normal teenager, bratty, rude, obsessed with looking cool. He is able to be normal in ways that Dazai isn’t, and therefore he is more qualified as a human being.

Whereas Dazai acts in a way that Chuuya is afraid of. Chuuya fears his own inhumanity, that his body does not really belong to him and he’s merely just possessing it. He fears that he’s empty on the inside and the way Dazai acts to him is how he assumes an empty person like him would act if he were not trying his best to belong among other human beings.

That is why both of them actively seek to dehumanize each other. Chuuya just wants to see Dazai as a suicide maniac who wants to kill himself for no reason. It’s easier to see him as someone who just wants to die rather than understanding his motivations for why.

However, against his wishes Chuuya ends up coming to understand Dazai. Once he understands that Dazai is a person with his own motivations, it’s impossible to look away from him the way he previously did.

The same for Dazai, he wanted to reduce Chuua to being a dog. He wanted to deny Chuuya his own humanity, and make it easier for him to control. However, in the end Chuuya always refuses to be his dog. Chuuya is someone who asserts his own humanity to Dazai at every step of the way in a way that Dazai cannot deny. He won’t let Dazai see him as anything other than a human being. While older Dazai may be more mature and does not want to completely control other people the same way fifteen year old Dazai did, the fact that Chuuya is so undeniably his own person in a way that Dazai struggles with seeing other people as people is probably still something that irks him.

In the end, Chuuya and Dazai despise each other because they understand each other. They hate each other because they can’t hate each other. They see themselves as inhuman monsters, but they see the others weaknesses so well that the other is undeniably human in their eyes.

Dazai and Chuuya are both people trying to find meaning to their existence as human beings, and trying to know themselves. However, as Rimbaud already pointed out both of their desires are equally futile because there was no meaning in the first place. Nobody finds meaning in their existence. Everyone, all creatures, live without knowing who they truly are the same way Chuuya and Dazai do.

Rather than trying to find meaning in their own existence that they are never going to find, what both of them need to do is find acceptance of that fact. They are human beings, precisely because the two of them are such human failures.

#dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bsd meta #bungo stray dogs meta #bungo stray dogs theory #chuuya meta #dazai meta #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #meta

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datura-foxglove · 7 years ago

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Dazai Osamu’s Ability Analysis - No Longer Human

Dazai you gives me so much problem trying to understand you, so I am going to tackle a different aspect of you rather than just emotion.

Every photo here is from @dazaiscans, easygoingscans, and from kissanime. Spoilers ahead, be careful!

Ah... Dazai, you gorgeous person. Your Ability is just as mysterious as you. Well then, let’s start.

Dazai Osamu, a former Executive of Port Mafia and currently one of ADA members. His Ability is No Longer Human, which nullify any other Ability with just a touch. No Ability is immune to his Ability, making him a great threat against every Ability user who completely relied on their Ability to survive or fight.

Dazai doesn’t have to touch the Ability user he wants to nullify with just his hands. Even covered with clothes or shoes, his Ability is still active the moment that Ability touched him or he touched it.

(In the photo Dazai is seen not touching his hands to the ground, where the Ability came from. Still, it was nullified nonetheless and the source of nullification came from his feet. So either his Ability ignores clothing or the enemy’s Ability came in contact with Dazai’s feet inside his shoes)

And then this happened.

Kyouka is touching Dazai’s clothes, yet she can activate Demon Snow. It can be argued that the clothes weren’t in direct contact with Dazai’s skin. What I mean is, only if the clothes is sticking to Dazai then his Ability seeped through his clothes. So it’s not like he had an aura around his body that included his clothes. He need direct contact so if the clothes isn’t sticking to him (the side of his coat is not, unless Kyouka touched the sleeve of the coat that is attached to Dazai’s arm). It is also unclear how many layers of clothing is needed until his Ability can’t seep through. But this four layers seems to be enough for Kyouka to bypass it (Bandages, shirt, vest, and then coat).

Still, even if Kyouka can activate her Ability, it’s another thing to actually harm Dazai with it. Dazai wants to get captured, so it’s no wonder Kyouka can capture him. In fact I can see him walking without any kind of ropes with Kyouka while humming.

Any kinds of harm that can hurt him that comes from Ability are completely nullified. Akutagawa’s Rashoumon, Kunikida’s bullet from a gun he created, Atsushi’s tiger claw, Kyouka’s Demon Snow, etc, are all useless against him. No Ability worked against him, just like how Q can’t control his mind.

He can also nullify other’s Ability effect on another person, but he can’t just touch them and they will be freed. No, he had to touch the source (the Ability user or the medium for the Ability like Q’s doll) for him to free other person from that ability effect. This is shown when he had to search for Q’s doll to free Atsushi and to actually have to wait for Atsushi to deliver the said doll to him rather than just grabbing every single victims of Q’s mind control in the chaos (it can also be argued that even if he touched them, as long as the source existed then the victims will just get mind controlled again and again and the act of just grabbing them all for a mere few seconds or relief are truly ineffective) or that time when Fukuzawa and Mori get the virus (although I don’t understand why Dazai don’t just nullify it if the medium is the virus themselves? Fyodor said that it’s an act of suicide to come into contact with the virus, but the virus is an ability so it won’t affect Dazai. Maybe the one who will die is Fukuzawa if Dazai tried it?)

(yeah that image is really necessary. It’s not that I’m biased or something)

With his Ability’s power to nullify every other Ability and his sharp mind, Dazai is truly an opponent to be feared of. But it’s not like Dazai is truly omnipotent. While his Ability protected him from other Ability, it won’t do anything against normal physical attack. That means the easiest way to kill Dazai is with guns, knives, or even a brick. People with proficiency in martial arts also don’t need their Ability to fight him, since Dazai is not that strong in hand-to-hand combat. That means Chuuya, Kunikida, and Fukuzawa are the top candidates to kill him. His Ability also doesn’t mean anything against opponent which Abilities are limited to their own self and able to use said Ability to get in ranged fight against Dazai. Who is this? Ironically, it’s Odasaku. Odasaku’s clairvoyance Ability is limited to himself and as long as Dazai doesn’t touch him, it will remain active. Odasaku can shot Dazai easily and be done with it (this reminds me of Beast AU when Odasaku actually point his gun at Dazai. Ouch). Other than Odasaku, this also included Kajii. His Ability protected him from his own bomb, so if he detonated a bomb while in close combat with Dazai... then Dazai will die while Kajii survived. So really, it’s the unoffensive Abilities that don’t target him work best against him. The newest Ability user who controlled metal can also kill him. While his swords may fall when it touched Dazai, he can just control a metal beam to hover above Dazai and let gravity do the rest. Actually, all other Ability user can kill him if they just used their Ability to fling a heavy object at Dazai or more easily, just collapse the roof above his head.

(Don’t ask me about Lovecraft’s Cthulhu, I don’t understand what Asagiri-sensei planned with that)

So, how to kill Dazai? Get creative with your Ability or just throw everything on your hand/Ability to Dazai and hope one of them hit him lol

Dazai’s Ability may work best as invisible shield for himself (maybe he can protect another person by covering them with his own body, but if Rashomon is careful and just targeted the body parts that isn’t covered by Dazai’s body then it still game over) but only against Ability. His Ability is truly the antithesis of Ability user who completely depended on their Ability, but for people who had other tricks up their sleeve Dazai isn’t that hard to kill. Thankfully, Dazai has a sharp mind that will help him survive. Dazai also knew about his weakness, that is why he stayed mostly out of the battlefield unless he gets a plan with high percentage of success or at least backup plans.

(Dazai only appeared at the last possible moment when Atsushi is positioned in place where he can provide cover fire)

(Dazai let himself be caught because he will be totally useless against Hunting Dogs and also to be able to observe Fyodor better and uncover his plans)

(Yes those two photos are really necessary *cough*)

That said, because his Ability is always active and doesn’t choose between friend and foe, it also demerit him. Yosano’s healing or other people’s Ability protection won’t work on him. Fukuzawa’s Ability to let his subordinates control his Ability better is useless on him. So Dazai is actually the most at risk of dying in ADA. He actually got wounded almost as much as Atsushi, but when Atsushi got his OP regenerative Ability, Dazai has to being immediately carried to hospital as soon as possible like normal human or he will die. It is unclear whether he let his Ability always active by his own will or he can’t control it.

That is all for Dazai! Next! (Edit : I just reread Fifteen light novel and I see that Dazai’s Ability extend to everything he touches just like Chuuya that he uses to a ribbon he holds that nullify the enemy’s Ability. This brings to question whether what happens with Kyouka. Is it because of my previous theory that more layers to clothing will hinder his Ability or that he has to will his Ability to extend that way. Also, there is also a 0.5 seconds before his brain died that Yosano’s Ability can heal him. I haven’t read 55 seconds to be able to fully analyze this however)

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu #ability analysis #no longer human #bsd spoilers

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i-would-rather-be-a-fairy · 6 years ago

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Dazai x happiness week 2k19 Day 3: Birthday Party 🎉 🎂

@dazaixhappinessweek2k19

For my contribution today we observe Danielle as she distracts her boyfriend while the rest of the agency plans his birthday party. I don't own Bungou Stray Dogs but Danielle and Attaka belong to me

Sunlight filtered through the curtains of the small apartment of Dazai Osamu and Danielle Osa. Danielle’s eyes fluttered open and beheld the sight of her handsome boyfriend. She smiled softly and gently ran her fingers over his cheek he mumbled sleepily but otherwise didn't wake up. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and got up, slowly and quietly as to not wake the sleeping brunet. She walked out of the bedroom and made her way towards the kitchen.

Normally Danielle would stay in bed long enough to see Dazai wake up, but today was a special day, Dazai’s birthday to be exact and she wanted to make his birthday extra special. Back when they were in the mafia Dazai didn't like to celebrate his birthday, he always thought it was just a waste of time. So, Danielle would always get him a simple present every year, to make up for the fact that he didn't want a party. This year would be different though, she had gotten together with the other members of the agency and they agreed to help her throw a party for Dazai. All she had to do was keep him distracted until they were ready, a task she was confident she could do.

While Danielle was making breakfast for herself and the birthday boy she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist. She leaned against his chest that currently didn't have any bandages, Danielle loved the fact that he trusted her enough to show her the scars he had obtained over the years. She looked up at him rose-colored eyes shining as she caught sight of his fluffy brown bed-head. He leaned down and nuzzled her hair inhaling her forest scent. ”Good Morning Osamu~” Danielle cooed as she reached up to ruffle his hair even more he leaned into her touch a sleepy closed eye smile on his face. “Good morning Danielle-chan what’s for breakfast?” He greeted “Oh, nothing just canned crab and some sake if you want any” Danielle answered a small smile on her lips.

Dazai’s eyes sparkled “For breakfast?! What’s the special occasion” he asked in excitement. Danielle giggled quietly “Osamu do you know what today is?” She asked turning and running her hands delicately up and down his chest “Gee I don’t know, Wednesday?” Dazai guessed feigning ignorance “NO you beautiful idiot it’s your birthday” Danielle announced. Dazai gasped in mock surprise he turned away from her and placed his hands over his heart “Oh, Danielle-chan you actually remembered my birthday I thought you would have forgotten~” He swooned placing one hand over his heart and the other across his eyes dramatically. “I could never forget the birthday of someone so important to me” Danielle consoled, Dazai rewrapped his arms around Danielle’s waist, and kissed the top of her head. “Would you like to help or are you just gonna stand and watch?” Danielle asked Dazai hummed “I’ll just watch since it is my birthday~” He answered Danielle rolled her eyes playfully.

As she made breakfast Dazai basically stayed glued to her side the entire time she didn’t mind she this wasn’t anything new he happened to do this every morning. Dazai made himself useful by grabbing things just out of Danielle’s reach and soon their breakfast was ready. After they were done eating Dazai made to go back to the bedroom probably to continue to sleep, before Danielle stopped him. “Where are you going?” She asked “Back to bed. Come lay down with me it’s lonely without you there~” Dazai requested holding his arms out “Don’t worry I’ll be there in a second” Danielle said.

Dazai shrugged and went back into the bedroom Once she heard the door close she counted silently in her head ‘3,2,1, and’ suddenly the phone rang. She heard Dazai get up and shuffle towards the phone and a few seconds later she heard him whine loudly “Do I have to Kunikada-kun?” He whined. She could even hear Kunikada yelling at him over the phone a few minutes later Dazai walked back into the kitchen a pout on his face. “What’s wrong?” She asked feigning ignorance “Kunikada-kun wants me to do some stupid paperwork” Dazai explained with a groan “Oh, no that’s awful” Danielle gasped Dazai nodded in agreement “I know and on my birthday too” He pouted. “Well, you should probably get ready to go now otherwise Kunikada-kun will come here and drag you there” Danielle advised a thoughtful look on her face Dazai groaned again, but slunk back into the bedroom to get ready.

Once he was ready to go he came back into the main room to wish Danielle good-bye “Will you be here when I get back?” He asked. “Of course and then you and me can do whatever you want for the rest of the day” Danielle promised Dazai nodded and left the apartment. Once Danielle was sure he was gone she dashed to the phone, quickly snatching it up she dialed Kunikada’s phone number once he picked up she ran her instructions by him one more time. “Now, remember Kunikada-kun you have to keep him distracted for three hours and don’t bring him to the place until I call you okay?” She asked “I know what to do Danielle” Kunikada’s semi-annoyed voice filtered into her ears. “I just want to make sure, this needs to be perfect please don’t let him out of your sight until we’re ready” She said “Got it I’ll keep him here until then” Kunikada promised.

“Okay bye” She hung up and rubbed her hands together “Alright, operation: Lover’s Birthday Party is now officially in session” She hummed as she walked into the bedroom. She looked through the closet and saw the box of party decorations she had hidden in a space behind the wall she was lucky Dazai hadn’t found it by accident then the surprise would have been ruined. Many a time in the past few weeks leading up to this day the surprise had almost been found out by Dazai’s detectiving skills, but luckily he didn’t suspect a thing, and it was all leading up to these moments. After getting ready Danielle grabbed the box of decorations and headed towards the place where the party would be held. The location would be a large clear space in the forest that only Danielle knew about she, Dazai, and sometimes Oda would sneak off and hang out there and Danielle figured it would be the perfect place to have Dazai’s party.

Once Danielle made it to the spot she placed the box down and observed everyone’s work. Atsushi, Yosano, and Attaka were hanging the banner, Kyouka, Kenji, and Ranpo were setting out the snack with Ranpo sneaking a few, and Tanazaki and Naomi were setting out the tables and table decorations. Danielle smiled “This looks great everyone! Dazai’s gonna love it! Atsushi-kun did you pick up the cake?” She said. Atsuhsi turned and nodded “I set it over on that table. Woah! careful Attaka-chan” He said steadying Attaka’s feet on the ladder she was standing on “Ah, s-sorry, Atsuhi-kun” Attaka whispered. “Oh, that’s great Atsushi-kun. I can’t wait to see how it turned ou-RANPO!” Danielle screamed as she turned and saw the hat wearing detective reaching for the cake his expression was that of a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar, which in a way he was.

“I was just about to inspect it” Ranpo defended as he backed away from the box, calming Danielle’s temporary rage. She huffed and shook her head “Ranpo the cake is fine see look” She said lifting the top off the box to reveal the dessert inside, it was a simple round top vanilla cake with vanilla icing, and in navy blue frosting letters it said ‘Happy Birthday Dazai!’ there were even some frosting balloons painted on the top. “You can never be too safe” Ranpo said before shuffling back over to the table Kenji and Kyouka were at. Danielle rolled her eyes at the other male before looking down at the cake fondly she really hoped this would work she hoped this would make Dazai happy she didn’t know what she would do if it didn’t. As she looked down at the cake her confidence in this plan was restored Dazai would love this it wuld make him happy, and that’s really all she wanted of him.

Precisely three hours later the group heard the crunch of shoes on leaves and Dazai’s familiar whines of “Kunikada-kuuuuuun are we there yet? Where are we even going?”,and Kunikada’s yells of “Stop asking me that you bandage wasting device!”. Everyone got into their positions waiting for the two to emerge from the rough once they did they all shouted “Surprise! Happy Birthday Dazai!” in perfect unison. Dazai stood extremely dumbfounded they ha planned a party for him? How did they even know when his birthday was? He didn’t remember telling them.

“Uh, Danielle-chan why isn’t he moving?” Kenji asked “I don’t know. Dazai are you okay?” Danielle asked stepping closer to him. “You all did this for me?” Dazai asked quietly “Well, of course Dazai-san it was Danielle-chan’s idea she planned the whole thing” Atsuhsi said. Danielle nodded “Yeah, I wanted you to be happy on your birthday so I planned this for you don’t you like it?” She asked Dazai gave her a wobbly smile and suddenly he was lifting her into his arms and spinning her around “I love it Danielle-chan! I love it so much! I have the best significant other ever!” He declared with the biggest, happiest smile on his face. Once, he put her down Danielle grabbed his hand “Well what are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started!” She declared pulling Dazai towards the others, and it was in that moment while being surrounded by his friends and the woman he had come to love he was truly happy.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAZAI OSAMU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🎉🎂🎊🎂🎉🎊

#dazaixhappinessweek2k19 #dazai osamu #my ocs #he deserves the world #i love how this turned out #i love him so muuuuuch #my writing

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pinkgirl94 · 6 years ago

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SOKOKU -Underworld’s Nightmare- Chapter 3: Atsushi and Akutagawa -Alice the Knight- Part 7

Chapter 3 Part 7 is out! Enjoy!

At the same time, Dazai looked at the table. On it, there was a table lamp, a few marker pens and a map of Yokohama. The map had many marks all over. Looked at the locations marked on it, he realized that they were the same spots the victims got into their accident and died.

Another thing Dazai found on the table were a few notebooks. The contents inside were all pieces of information on the targets.

The targets' name, occupation, home and office address, schedules......

Those facts were gathered enough for tracking down the targets but Dazai did not understand about the case of the Port Mafia. They are the most dangerous and powerful underground organization in Yokohama. No outsider, especially ability users, would be able to defeat them because some of them also are ability users but stronger and deadlier than their power.

Unless if the suspect was unlikely the same as the other people the Port Mafia face.

Atsushi kept searching around to find more clues he missed until he found another door. It was hidden behind a torn curtain. He opened and find the stairs that led to the upper floor.

"This must be the secret passage that links between the outside surface and here. Better check it out."

Atsushi climbed up and slightly opened the door to observe outside if he finds someone but his sight covered by a cloth or something similar to it. So he opened the door and got out of the passage to get a clear view.

What Atsushi arrived at was not the empty field nor in the middle of the road nor in the forest. Rather, he was inside one of the room of the abandoned factory he and Dazai saw outside.

Sunlight illuminated the whole dark room through two small windows. The walls covered with old bullet holes and dried blood. Two torn sofas are located by the wall, desk and office chair that already fell down or flipped over scattered at the front where there is a door led to the outside. Few newspapers dispersed on the floor, blood can be seen as well.

The room was already wrecked as if a sudden raining bullets came to shoot everything. This is how the Port Mafia punish someone who dares to frame or attack.

This is the scene of their cruel ambush.

"What a mess. This must be a boss' room; seeing how big it is and only him knew about this door. The room also still have a stench of blood even though it was already abandoned."

After checking the room, Atsushi went out to the long corridor. In front of him were windows which have a view of the hall. Sunlight that went through the holes on the walls and the roof, including the long and big windows along the factory's wide, giving him clear sight inside.

"So this is what inside of the factory looks like. It's already empty since the Port Mafia' attack."

Atsushi was walking around to find any clue he can find there. All he can spot were the plants and roots already covered the walls and floor as if nature finally taken back this place. A few machines that have been left behind were all gone to rust, broken and unmoved that became useless junks and never to be fixed.

Back to the secret base.

Dazai kept searching more until he went into deeper than the previous area. There he spotted a table with messy flour dust, a bowl and a roller on it. Beside it, there was a kitchen stove, most likely old, that was still usable for cooking or baking. Then, he found a small but wide gap hole that can see the forest outside on the wall.

"So this must be a kitchen they made this room into. The hole over there looked pretty recent in order to cook. I wonder why they made this place for."

The sound of rumbling, coming from Atsushi's stomach.

"Hungry. Guess that it's already past lunchtime. Oh yeah!"

Atsushi shuffled his hand in his pant pocket to get something. What he took out was a chocolate drop the boy dropped this morning. It was not a brand one but handmade and the wrapper wrapped nicely. He felt sorry for taking that chocolate that was not his but he has nothing else to eat.

"... Guess I have no choice then. Sorry, kid but I'll pay you back when we meet again."

Dazai looked around the kitchen to see if there is any clue he can find until his foot stepped on something. He looked down and saw a piece of small wrapper. He picked up and examine it. It has normal design and color and can only cover for small sweets especially chocolate drop. But what he did not know that the wrapper is the same as the one Atsushi unwrapped.

Atsushi already ate the chocolate and started to see the world around him gradually changed.

"I feel... strange... and dizzy. What's going on......" Atsushi blinked his eyes for just a second and then he started to realized that he was not in the factory anymore. More like, he transported to another place.

"Eh? What the-?! Where am I?"

Atsushi stood in the middle of the forest but it was not a normal place. Weird-looking plants and trees, some of them large and some unknown kinds, he was seeing as he started to walk forward. When he looked closer, they all have their own face on their petal and shown their movement as if they were avoiding from him. He then tried to touch one of them but...

"Don't touch me!"

"Woah!!!" Atsushi spooked by the flower. It talked but it was not just one.

"Get away from her. You're trying to pluck her out, aren't you?"

"Don't even try to pluck any of us, you flower killer!"

"I... I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to- Wargh!!!"

Atsushi tripped his and fell down onto the other flowers but got pushed out by them.

"Hey, get off of us!"

"You're crushing us here."

"Ahk! I'm so sorry."

Atsushi kept bowing and apologizing to the flowers. After that, he started to ask them about the world he was currently at.

"U-uhm, if it's not troubling to ask you, can you tell me where exactly am I?"

Even though Atsushi politely asked them, the flowers showed their expression of not telling him.

"Hmph, why should we tell you? You trespasser."

"Agree. Why would we answer your question about Wonderland?"

"Wonderland?"

The other flowers surprised that one of them accidentally blurted out to Atsushi.

"Why did you say that to him?" shouted the flower.

"Yes, why did you tell him? We already agreed that we're not supposed to tell any outsider about this world."

"I did?"

"Yes, you did!"

The flowers started lecturing at the fault flower that answered to Atsushi but he at least finally knew what the world he was currently at. Then, he suddenly heard a loud roar out of nowhere that made him surprised.

"What's that roar? Where's it coming from?"

"It's here!"

"What?" Atsushi inquired. He looked at the flowers, but they already pay their attention to him while whispering each other.

"If it's coming here, that means..."

"For that boy."

"So he's the next one? Well, good riddance."

"Since he's a trespasser of Wonderland, it's obvious that it will come to get rid of him anyway."

"True. He should be dead as soon as possible."

The flowers kept to each other while looking at Atsushi which made his concern rising more. What did they mean about killing him? What kind of creature they were talking about? Is the roar he heard refer to it? So many questions popped in his head...... until it appeared before him.

[Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2]

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6]

#nakajima atsushi #akutagawa ryunosuke #dazai osamu #soukoku generations #shin soukoku #bsd fanfic #my fanfic #bungou stray dogs

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ethereal-blossom · 5 years ago

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Your 'Dazai in a relationship headcanons' was so cute! :') Can I request for husband Dazai and his relationship with his wife and baby daughter. I am weak for domestic fluff! Thank you <3

a/n: aww, thank you so much!🖤 okay this became LONG🙈 i hope you enjoy x

🚨warning(s): none.

masterlist | dazai in a relationship hc

dazai thought he would never find somebody to settle down with. he never even thought it would be possible for him. who would understand him and support him? who would care for the crying kid in the dark? and then you came. he loved you enough to settle down, something dazai thought he would never do. it seemed like you had that kind of power over him. it was also you who had first mentioned the idea of starting a family together.

it took dazai a long time before he was ready to consider it. he didn’t know if he had it in him to be a good father. his past in the port mafia and his inner demons reminded dazai of it. nevertheless you were nothing but patient and you didn’t push dazai. when time started to pass by, dazai started to wonder how it felt to create his family with you. a spark of desire turned into a flame.

dazai was mentally going through a list of pregnancy symptoms when you were experiencing a few. dazai would look at you in the calmest way, name all of his observations and say: “have you considered the possibility of taking a pregnancy test?” even though dazai doesn't show it, he's nervous to get a pregnancy test.

during the wait, dazai would stare at his hands with the numbest expression across his face. he knew he didn’t have to put any clowns act up for you. you saw fear in his eyes when the two of you made eye contact and you needed to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. minutes felt like hours and then- "i’m pregnant." dazai stared at you with widened eyes. he couldn’t believe it. he was going to have a family. he was going to have a future filled with life instead of death. suddenly every muscle in dazai’s body relaxed and he fell into your arms; scared, but hopeful. "we're going to have a baby, y/n," dazai smiled.

dazai did a lot of research in the months you were pregnant. he still wasn’t sure if he was going to be a good father, but he would try for his family. dazai would make sure you’re in good hands every second of the day. he wants to keep his family as safe as possible.

of course, he was there with every ultrasound. dazai could never forget the minute he heard that he was going to have a daughter with you. he held your hand extra tight, kissed you on the lips and then started asking about every single detail that could be found on the ultrasound. he was like a kid in a candy store. a peaceful smile decorated dazai’s face when you left the room walking hand in hand.

dazai had asked for a week off from work to be with you in the week you were planned to go into labor. he made sure to spoil you extra and he was asking you every minute how you were feeling. even if his mouth was closed dazai would look at you with an innocent but curious look. and when it happened- dazai immediately brought you to the hospital.

dazai made sure to stay next to your side every minute. he would coach you through it all, but still lose his calm once in a while. dazai made sure to contact atsushi whenever one of you needed something, for he wasn’t going to leave you.

and then he finally held his daughter in his arms. dazai’s eyes radiated a tenderness and since the first time you knew your husband, tears escaped his eyes. this was a life he created and he would protect it with his own.

dazai takes really good care of his daughter. he’s determined to learn every single skill a parent needs to know. he wants to be there for his daughter in the best way he can. dazai enjoys giving his daughter baths and dressing her up. he is extra careful and tender with his baby girl.

but dazai wouldn’t be dazai if he didn’t try to trick you into changing every poop diaper your daughter has.

dazai loves giving her the bottle. he could never get tired of his little girl in his arms with her cute eyes looking at the bottle and him.

you have tons of pictures on your phone with your husband asleep together with his baby daughter in his arms and on his chest.

your husband is always the first one to wake up when his little girl is crying. he usually volunteers to be the one to go with the excuse you need your sleep the most, since his sleep schedule is messed up anyways. there is a point of truth in that, but dazai mostly wants to be there for his daughter. there are nights he get desperate when she won’t stop crying. that are the nights when you both stay up together.

dazai’s heart skips a beat every time his daughter laughs, especially if she laughs because of him. he doesn’t use his clowns act to protect his own feelings for once. no, he uses it to make his daughter laughs the most beautiful sound dazai has ever heard.

the best moments are when your daughter is lying between you. dazai can feel the warmth inside his heart growing.

so, dazai thought before closing his eyes, this was the reason behind the act of living.

#dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai osamu #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs

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shachihata · 4 years ago

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hokay so for the record in "living" i'm going by ch. 77 dazai's definition of life where he essentially says that he and fyodor plotting away in their little gay prison cubes isnt life, going out and having actual human interaction and existing/making choices in the realm of uncertainty is actual life

shibusawa lives through others because he has no identity of his own; his whole driving motivation is to find a reason to live, because he sees the world as so predictable and boring that he could never directly interact with it as a real living human person. in order to do so, he tries to collect other people's abilities, trying to figure out what they see as uncertain in life, that he doesn't grasp no matter how powerful and unstoppable his ability can be because of how he constantly looks down on humanity instead of just like. making friends. he dies because he can't understand how sheer force of will/the pressure of the circumstances/all the other 5 billion factors in a situation can conquer uncertainty/conflict inside someone's mind, which is what allowed atsushi/akutagawa/kyouka to take back their abilities from the fog

dazai lives for others because, in of himself, he doesn't really have a moral compass or a sense of justice or anything, really. i've talked about it before but essentially he latches on to people with strong ideals (sakunosuke, chuuya, kunikida) because they give him some sense of how "beautiful" the world could be if one chooses to protect it and actually live in it rather than observing it, apathetically, from a distance (or separating oneself from it entirely) the way dazai is prone to doing. he always chooses to live and make decisions and intervene because of others, no matter how terrible his idea of "what's best for you" is -- ex. abusing akutagawa and continuing in the port mafia solely for the sake of making him stronger in a way that younger dazai could understand, vs. older dazai helping atsushi find a family in the ada and make peace with his own ability, thus allowing atsushi to realize his full potential as an ability user.

dostoevsky lives in spite of others, making him, really, the most paradoxical one of them all imo. while everyone around him is making the choice to live and interact and love and all that, he is also making the choice -- to do exactly the opposite, setting himself up as a god above all humanity that has to save them from their sins. ironically, this forces him into life, as he has to meticulously make plans and choose when to strategically interfere and use his ability for the sake of completing his plans which, inherently, are attempting to shape an "ideal world" for him to live in -- therefore opening himself up to uncertainty because of his own arrogance and because of the sheer unpredictability of the power of love on human nature, just like when he's caught by dazai/ango because of mushitaro's devotion to his partner after the cannibalism arc and when he's taken off-guard by tachihara's loyalty to the port mafia. his refusal to understand love because he is attempting to live while being simultaneously opposed to life is a consistent character flaw in him that i very much hope they will address in the future

need to go to bed i have both schoolwork and actual work to get done tmrw but its taking me everything i got to stop myself from writing a fucked-up heavily-stylistic 75%+ dialogue piece about how shibusawa lives through others, dazai lives for others, and fyodor lives in spite of others

#ciphertexts #fake tvtropes analysis #bungou stray dogs #ITS OUt of my system im gojng to fucking bed. im so sorry 2 am followers who have been seeing these fucking psots every day for like a week

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teangeri · 6 years ago

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shin soukoku week 2019 — unfamiliar, unknown, new.

day one, tickle a dragon's tail. [ also in ao3 ]

Today, the sun waved good bye to Ryuunosuke as the moon replaced it moments after.

Tonight, it greeted him like a familiar. Tonight, the stars were cowards. Tonight the sky was clear save for the moon, and Yokohama's city lights faded in the background as he felt the wind kiss his cheeks. Tonight, the noises in the background sounded quiet and just. Tonight, his muscles ached from fighting yet another fight he won. Tonight, the exhaustion was minimal compared to the calmness engulfing him.

This was all familiar.

"You know, you could have just told me that you just liked me instead of fighting me for this spot."

That was not familiar. The weretiger leaned over the railings as the seawater gushed against the port walls, a gentle smile lapping at the corners of his lips. Heterochromatic eyes so kaleidoscopic it was as if they swirled against each other as Ryuunosuke stared into them more. His voice was quiet and reserved, it wasn't like when they stood against each other, ability to ability—claws to cloth. Right now, it was silently directed to his person, not his deed. Right now, staring into his eyes was not something he dreaded anymore.

Ryuunosuke leaned his back on the railings, facing the opposite side as Atsushi who fancied staring at the sea and the part of the city that laid just across. Boats littered the other side of the port as the cargo men exchanged banter. Their talk didn't reach them, though. It was when he was with Atsushi that he felt barriers around him, trapping both of hem in one space, not letting anybody else inside. Before, he had acknowledged it as suffocating. Or maybe it was only because he couldn't handle the foreign glimpse of affection slowly blooming inside his chest. Now, he knew it was overwhelming. Like anticipation. Like hope.

"You would've laughed at me." And so, Atsushi did.

"It would only be because of endearment." He scooted closer to Ryuunosuke, leaning into the crook of his neck, resting his chin on his shoulder, only to pull back and look at him with something other than kaleidoscopes in his eyes. What was it? He wouldn't have known even when the answer came out of Atsushi's lips.

This was not familiar. When Atsushi looked at him before, it was malice and disbelief, as if he couldn't register Ryuunosuke at all. When Atsushi looked at him now, he was the one who couldn't register anything from the look.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Like centuries. Like planets. Like forming names out of constellations. Like battered up converse shoes in the middle of a hike. Like that one moment time stops and you just stare at an empty space, waiting for time to move inside your ribs again. Like desired damnation.

"Like you're starving and I'm your last meal."

Atsushi only stared at him. Then that stupidly mesmerizing smile of his slowly touch his lips. "Are you even edible?"

Ryuunosuke scoffed, Atsushi just giggles. "Quit laughing, jinko, it's not cute."

When Atsushi moved his chin up to meet Ryuunosuke's eyes, he knew he was damned.

When Atsushi slowly shifted so he'd stand on his tip toes, he knew he wouldn't do anything to stop it.

When Atsushi's lips made home at his own, Ryuunosuke didn't know anything else but that lingering sensation.

Today, Ryuunosuke was bored. And he was familiar with boredom.

There wasn't anything he could do after finishing up his job for today. It could've been better if he could've just killed two or three people, but that was not gonna happen. Not when he exchange kisses with the weretiger every night and his morals suddenly become Ryuunosuke's rehabilitation. Not when he made him want this gnawing sense of justification.

Walking along the alleys to the Armed Detective Agency had never been so familiar, but it was now. He clutched his phone to his ear as Atsushi rambled about his work today and that he may need some help—Ryuunosuke's help, to be exact. For some reason, working together is something they did best albeit not standing each other for how long. And Ryuunosuke admits, he still can't stand the weretiger's naivety when it comes to tactical missions—after all, he was not accustomed to this. As Ryuunosuke was not accustomed to the figure running up to meet him, with his cheery smile and him waving as if Ryuunosuke had any trouble with spotting him along a crowd.

As if.

“I thought you'd be busy.”

A smile.

“I finished early.”

A scoff.

“So you can help me out?” Atsushi grinned. “For the whole day?”

Another scoff.

“Let's get moving before I change my mind.”

And so he let Atsushi lead the way.

“Kunikida-san told me I should do some research on the target's workplace, so now we're gonna do that.” Ryuunosuke hummed in response. “And then we're going grocery shopping because I ran out of food at home.”

“That's not part of the job.” Ryuunosuke whined, already dreading the fact that he wants to go with him anyway.

“It isn't.” Atsushi folded the papers he was reading a while ago and motioned his chin up to meet Ryuunosuke's eyes. This again. “But we're doing it anyway!”

Yep, they're doing it anyway. Maybe he could get used to this, being together with Atsushi, shopping with him, kissing him. But that wasn't easy, and so was walking the streets out on the broad daylight with stares of people directed at him—their eyes keen on observing, they knew what danger looked like. And as dangerous as he was seen, the only true danger for Ryuunosuke was this: The unfamiliar. The unknown. The new.

Atsushi.

Ryuunosuke always saw the unfamiliar as dangerous. He knew how much foreign things hinder him from controlling the outcomes. He knew how risky these feelings are, and he knew what was at risk. Everything could go wrong—he could be eaten up by these emotions, much less them take over his logical thinking; he could be destroyed by them in the most unexpected way—and yet here he was, witnessing every bit of his restraint diminish into nothingness. It was these instances when he knew he shouldn't have, but still refused to hold back.

And who knows, maybe he'll get used to these foreign feelings someday.

The ache in his wounds had always been familiar. He always attained them in the slums way before he attained them in the mafia. Pain was no mystery for someone who lived off bleeding out his own breakfast—stealth, revenge, darkness, silence, chaos, silent chaos.

Now it was this: Atsushi in his weretiger form moving like light against darkness—fast and relentless, as if his weaknesses were at his mercy. It was at these instances when Ryuunosuke admired him the most. It was when he was beside him in battle that he felt strong—without anybody else's approval. It was when the tiger's claws were his claws, and rashoumon's jaws became Atsushi's jaws—it was when they were one that he felt as if the unknown was fun instead of dangerous.

But today was dangerous.

Today, they were against something far more powerful—it was different from when they fought against each other for the first time, and it was different from when they fought alongside each other the first time.

Today, they might actually lose.

He wasn't wounded that much, but his body was wearing out. He was exhausted and every move he made made his body scream—everything around him was going mute, he was giving up.

“If you lose like this, I won't forgive you.” The look in Atsushi's eyes burned hotter than any hell fire. “I'm borrowing your words, since you seem to have forgotten them.”

Just like that, Atsushi took over his mind again. His voice reverberating against his ears, cleansing every dark thought into hope.

And he hated it so much.

He wasn't supposed to live in the light—it was too bright, and blinding. It hurted and costed a lot. He wasn't supposed to be engulfed by hope, because hope promised failure. It hurted and costed a lot. He wasn't supposed to let the feelings in, because loving Atsushi promised losing him. It hurted and costed a lot. He wasn't supposed to his answer, and yet every question in his head demanded the same solution.

God, he hated it so much.

And yet here he was, smirking at Atsushi—ignoring the faint wounds on his face that will soon heal—giving him the comfort of hope.

“We won't lose.”

Maybe he could get used to this.

Winning was familiar too. He wouldn't say he always experienced it—but he knew the feeling. He always saw it as a scenery, not a prize.

Sometimes, it was his enemies' bodies' blood coating the floors, their pained screams echoing in his ears as the time of killing them passed and he was done for today's work.

Sometimes, it was the tea Gin prepared when he got home from work—it was time with his only family. It was Gin's giggles when she told him about what happened at work today, or when she needed new daggers. It was comfortable.

Sometimes, it was seeing Yokohama safe. Albeit possessing no kind of actual attachment to the city, he still valued it as his own. This was his ground—this was where he stood at, and this is what he'll fight for.

Sometimes, it was the weretiger's smile directed at him when their enemy is sustained to defeat. It was his stupid face and his stupidity and his stupid, stupid smile. It was him caving in and feeling his body tremble with excitement as the fight mode subsided. It was his arms around his waist and his hair tickling the tip of his nose—unfamiliar, unknown, new.

Atsushi.

It was all of that.

It was now: Them at the port at night when the sun had set and the city's lights echoed at the distance, the fishermen's clattering with their catches as they moved and moved like the busy bodies they were, the wind kissed his cheeks as the stars freckled the sky.

This was all familiar.

And then there was him.

“Are you fully recovered yet?” Atsushi said as he leaned against the railing, the sound of the sea splashing against the port's wall made him feel calm.

Ryuunosuke sighed, facing Atsushi, pulling him into his chest as he took his fair share of how good his hair smelled like. The weretiger relaxed in his embrace, letting Ryuunosuke take all the contact he needed before he pulls away again. He knew he wasn't used to him, and all this time, he'd been waiting. Ryuunosuke had always been hungry for affection, but Atsushi had been starved for longer than he thought.

Loving him was ruination. It was as if he had doused the whole house in kerosene and he held a lit match in the middle of the carnage—threatening to burn and eat at his flesh. It felt like the roar of static in your ears when you've screamed too much. It felt like the fall of the mighty. It wasn't supposed to be, in any way possible. It was unfamiliar. Unknown. New. And yet he had not been used to the dark until he had learned to wear it. He had not been used to the city's skies until he had stared at it for years. He had not been used to danger until he had learned to look at it straight in the eyes—who knew danger had heterochromatic eyes?

“Don't ask.” He said once he pulled away, staring back at Yokohama's busy night life. Atsushi leaned into his shoulder.

He gave him a laugh. “Not planning to.”

“Don't laugh, too.” He groaned when Atsushi continued laughing anyway. “We already discussed this.” He gestured to both of them.

“This,” Atsushi mirrored his gesture. “isn't why I'm laughing.”

Ryuunosuke looked at him and his mind screamed for him to land just one light punch. But he decided against it. “I wasn't thinking about punching you.”

“You're always thinking about punching me.”

“Touché.”

“Hey Ryuu,” Atsushi's eyes met his again. This time he made sure to keep them locked at each other. “I love you.”

He didn't respond immediately. His mind refurbished it's clogs and he did all he could to not make an embarrassing sound as he processed those words over and over. He could deal with the kisses, and the other show of affection that involved physical contact. Those were things he was slowly getting used to, slowly familiarizing with. Those three words were far too foreign. Out of this world.

They were dangerous.

He couldn't verbally respond, but the fact that he couldn't stop his hands from cupping Atsushi's cheeks and pressing his lips to his was enough of an answer for now—this felt like home. This will be its home now. He could get used to this, he was willing to gamble, willing to risk, willing to win, willing to lose. If it was him—unknown,unfamiliar, new—he would always be willing.

After all, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke had always lived a dangerous life.

#shin soukoku week 2019 #shin soukoku #akuatsu #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa #atsushi nakajima #atsushi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #sskk

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yellowcanna · 5 years ago

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Two Sides, Same Coin

Summary: Since the beginning of Quirks, Yokohama has announced independence from Japan and closed itself from the rest of the world.

Rating: T

Genre: Crossover, shounen-ai (boy love)

Pairing: Contains mild Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya) and Shin Soukoku (Akutagawa x Atsushi) if you squint

Author: Canna / Yellow Canna

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CHAPTER 10

REUNION (DAY 2: MONDAY)

In the long, awkward silence, all attentions were turned to the man standing in the middle of the change room.

The police stared with their jaws dropped.

The suspects gave the man a strange look, not sure what to think.

Minoura looked like he wanted to murder someone let alone solving a murder mystery.

The kids…well, they were still reeling from the information thrown over their heads.

“Ranpo-san…? Just now, what did you…?” Yaoyorozu had hoped she heard wrong. Weren’t they supposed to observe the man solving the case? How did it turn into them solving the case?!

“Hm? Did I not make myself clear?” Ranpo said in a genuinely confused tone. “I said to solve this case in thirty minutes!”

“Uh, no, we heard that part…” Kirishima scratched the back of his head. “But how do we solve this?”

“Just solve it like normal," Ranpo shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing.

“Like hell we can do that!” Bakugou roared in his face.

"Oh?” Bakugou wanted to smash his fist into the man’s smug face. “But I can solve this mystery in one minute!”

“Bullshit!”

“Just because you can’t do it, doesn’t mean anything. I would appreciate it if you don’t put a great detective like me on the same level as you.”

“THAT’S IT!”

“Bakugou!”

“Bakugou, calm down!”

Kirishima and Sato were on Bakugou in a blink of an eye, pulling him back and away from the smiling man.

“Besides, the time I’m giving you should be more than enough. Or…” Ranpo opened up his right eye as if mocking them for their lack of knowledge. "Are you saying you can't even solve something so simple? I thought it's your dream to become heroes and help people."

Around them, the police slowly looked away—perhaps to save their last shred of dignity with how Ranpo’s insult had indirectly targeted them as well.

“If you can stop playing around, we need to solve this case," Minoura said through gritted teeth.

“Of course!” Ranpo hummed happily. “You have the great detective here after all! I assure you that I will solve this mystery! So Minoura-senpai, I will leave them to you! Help them out will ya?”

And then, without waiting for a response, Ranpo turned to the kids. “I’m being very generous by giving you all one minute each. Don’t bother questioning the suspects, I would use that time to inspect the lady for clues!”

“Hey!” Minoura instantly cut in. “They can’t go near the victim! The evidence will—!”

“With the great detective here at the scene, you don’t need those things anymore.” Ranpo waved. “Make sure you solve this in twenty minutes!”

“Wait, twenty?! You just said we got thirty minutes!” Ashido shouted.

“I did.” Ranpo pulled out a pocket watch from his pocket and held it out for them to see. “That was ten minutes ago, and now you have exactly twenty.”

Just like that, Ranpo left.

He actually left.

As in walking right out of the crime scene, out of the change room, into the elevator…

“Sir?” A policewoman turned to her chief. “What do we do now?”

All the police officers in the room could understand the underlying meaning to her words—are they seriously going to let a group of suspicious-looking kids join in on the case?

Minoura rubbed his temples as if fighting off some sort of major headache.

“Let them.” Minoura sighed in defeat before turning to face the kids. “Do what you want, but you can only get a closer look at the victim and that’s it. Touching the victim is prohibited, are we clear?” Minoura narrowed his eyes as the kids rapidly nodded. “Kobayashi, keep an eye on them. I need a smoke.”

“Eh? Me?!” Kobayashi stared at his chief in disbelieve. The only thing he got was a pat on the shoulder as his chief walked out on him. The young policeman then turned to his colleagues, only to find all of them looking anywhere but at him. It was obvious none of them wanted to be dragged into babysitting duty.

Silence filled the room as all eyes were focused on kids. Withstanding the pressure and gazes burning holes into their bodies, they slowly shuffled closer towards the shower room where the dead actress was.

From the blood pooling under her head and the bloodstain on the faucet, it wasn't hard to guess how she died.

“So how will we do this?” Kirishima asked, already lost.

“For now…we should analyze the scene," Yaoyorozu suggested. She eyed the corpse with some unease in her eyes. She wasn’t the only one. They were all nervous about getting any closer to the body. They didn’t smell it before, but when they got closer to the shower, they picked up the heavy stench of blood despite the water from the shower had already washed away most of that scent.

"What's there to look at?" Aoyama squeaked as he stood there shivering like a dried leaf in the autumn breeze. "Isn't this just an accident?

It was true.

No matter how they look at it, this looked like an accident. Suzuki Yui slipped, hit her head against the faucet and died. What else were they supposed to find?

“Excuse me—ugh, Kobayashi-san?” Midoriya called to the policeman, hoping he had got the name right.

“Yes?” Kobayashi came over to them.

“Why did the police think Suzuki-san was killed?”

“A fall like this wouldn't be able to kill anyone," Kobayashi answered, looking over to the body. "If she really did slip and hit her head against a faucet, the worst she would have gotten was a crack skull. It wouldn't kill her. But right now, the back of her skull is completely shattered and the brain inside is severely damaged. A part of her brain had leaked out, but the water already washed most of those down the drain by the time we arrived."

Those with weaker stomachs felt sick just hearing the simple descriptions.

“If you look at the faucet where the bloodstain is, you’ll find a small dent there. From the damage on her head and the dent on the metal, we believe that her head been mashed against the faucet multiple times.”

Some of the students gasped in horror at the information. Kouda let out a small, muffled cry before hurriedly slapping his hands over his mouth.

“T-that’s too cruel…!” Uraraka shivered as she looked down at the actress.

“They didn’t have to go that far to kill her!” Kaminari blurted out before realizing how wrong his sentence sounded. “No, they shouldn’t kill her at all!”

“Which means…” Ojirou crossed his arms and frowned deeply as he tried to make sense of any of this. “The person who killed her did it by grabbing her head and kept smashing her into the faucet?”

“It doesn’t make sense…” A soft muttered was heard and everyone turned to see Midoriya, mumbling to himself like normal.

“What is it now you fucking nerd? Spit it out!” Bakugou snapped impatiently. Unfortunately, Midoriya didn’t even seem to have heard as he continued his mumbling. Before Bakugou could explode at being ignored, Midoriya suddenly looked up with a gasp as he ran into the shower room.

“D-Deku-kun?!” Uraraka yelped in surprise as everyone watched Midoriya crouched down next to the woman’s hand and stared at her manicure. “Just like I thought!”

“What is it?” Sero asked. “Did you figure out something?”

“Look at her nails!” The green-haired teen said, pointing at the woman’s nails. Yaoyorozu stuck her head in a little, looking closely at the nail before a small gasp escaped her.

“What is it? What did you see?” Hagakura waved her hands impatiently, wanting some answers.

“Look at this.” Yaoyorozu pointed at the woman’s beautiful long nails. “Her manicures are perfect. There isn’t the slightest chip in them.”

“So?” Mineta said flatly, not sure why they’re talking about nails all of the sudden. It can’t be a girl thing, can it?

“I see!” Iida beamed as if he had just discovered a gold mine.

“So that’s how it is…” Todoroki mumbled softly to himself.

“Gero!”

“See what? What’s going on?” Kirishima looked around in confusion, clearly not getting what the smarter ones in the classes were getting.

“Are you stupid?” Bakugou snorted, gaining the attention of his oblivious classmates. “It means she was dead before she was even in this shower room.”

“What?!” Kaminari gasped in shock.

“How do you know that?!” Ashido asked in disbelief.

“The fact that her nails are so clean means she didn’t struggle against her attacker," Yaoyorozu explained. “If she had fought back against the culprit, there should be signs of scratches or chips on her nails, especially when her nails are so long.”

“She could have been knocked out or something though.” Sato pointed out.

“If that’s the case then the first impact would have woken her up," Midoriya said as he glanced over to the three suspects. “No matter how you look at it, none of those three people look strong. They wouldn’t be able to lift Suzuki-san’s head very high considering the weight of her body. The same for when they smash her head against the faucet. That’s why the criminal needed to smash her head so many times against the faucet…because that’s how many times it takes to break through her skull!”

“I see…” Shouji nodded. “And even if she wouldn’t have woken up, the culprit will still worry about her suddenly waking up and fighting back. It’s only logical that they kill her first.”

“But then why still do all this?” Uraraka

gestured to the shower room.

"Probably to cover up the evidence," Asui croaked.

“The criminal must have killed her somewhere else with a weapon," Tokoyami said. “To cover up the weapon they used, they smashed her head repeatedly against the faucet to erase that evidence while creating a false scene to make everyone believe that her death was an accident.”

“That means if we find the weapon, we find the culprit!” Hagakure cheered.

“Kobayashi-san, does the rooftop not have security cameras?” Yaoyorozu asked.

“Unfortunately.” Kobayashi groaned at the reminder. “Because it is outdoor, cameras get wear out easily so the hotel decided not to place any cameras here. During the day, they have lifeguards and night times are only open to expert swimmers with licenses, so they never worried about accidents happening.”

“Then did the police find any weapons?” Ashido questioned.

"No, we've searched the entire area as well as the suspects and their rooms, but were unable to find anything that could be used as weapons to kill Suzuki-san.” Kobayashi replied. “Most likely the culprit has already disposed of the weapon. That’s why we called in Ranpo-san to help us. If we allow the suspects to leave, then any other evidence that might be left behind will be gone once the culprit gets free.”

“So we need to find what the weapon that killed her was.” Todoroki frowned.

“Maybe a bat!” Kirishima suggested, making a swinging motion with his hand. “Those things hit pretty hard! Especially metal ones!”

“So can a golf club.” Ojiro pointed out.

“A hammer works too!” Mineta joined in.

To the side, Kouda was frantically doing things with his hands to form rectangular shapes.

“Oh, you mean bricks?” Jirou asked after a moment of staring at Kouda’s hand gesture.

“How vulgar…” Aoyama was turning green at all these suggestions his classmates were listing that could kill people.

“I think you’re all just complicating things! Couldn’t it just be a knife or something?” Kirishima cut in.

“Can knives even go through the skull?” Sero asked.

“It’s possible," Yaoyorozu furrowed her brows as she thought over the possibilities. “As long as the weapon is sharp and sturdy enough, it might even be easier to break into the bone than blunt objects.”

“So basically anything could be a weapon!” Kirishima scratched his head furiously.

“No, we can still narrow some down.” Shouji patted the blond over the shoulder. “Her head was smashed into the corner of the faucet, so whatever the weapon was, it must be sharp. If it was blunter weapons like a golf club or a bat, the area would be bigger and harder to hide.”

“Is that true?” Kirishima turned to Kobayashi who jumped.

“Urgh…well, yeah…” Kobayashi blinked.

“So it’s a knife then!” Kirishima cheered. Finally, they're getting somewhere!

“Non, non, you’re all doing this wrong!” Aoyama interrupted, shaking his index finger left and right to empathize with his point. “Rather than guessing the weapons, it would be much easier to guess which one of those people is capable of doing it!”

“And how are we supposed to guess?” Sero questioned.

“That’s right!” Midoriya gasped as he turned to Kobayashi. “Kobayashi-san, could we see the surveillance camera of when they came here?”

“Uh…sure.” Kobayashi didn’t think there would be harm showing these kids the footages, so he tapped the bracelet on his left wrist. A holographic screen popped out in thin air, causing the kids’ eyes to round at the sight. With a few swipes of his finger and a wave of his hand, Kobayashi flipped the screen and the video began to play.

The first video was Saito and Suzuki walking into the elevator together. Both women were carrying a bag of their swimwear. There were no audio, but the two of them looked pretty happy as they exchanged small talks until exiting to the rooftop pool.

After that, the video switched to Saito walking into the elevator alone. She was wiping her wet that was still dripping with water before shoving the towel into her bag. After the elevator arrived at her floor, she walked out—presumably returning to her hotel room.

Another video was then played, showing the surgeon Omura walking into the elevator empty-handed. When he left the rooftop, he was as empty-handed as when he had when arrived. There weren’t any changes in him at all.

The third was the worker Hayashi. He came into the elevator pushing a cart of cleaning supplies.

“No matter how you look at it, this guy is the most suspicious!” Kaminari said as he pointed at the cart Hayashi was pushing in the video. “He could hide a bunch of things in there!”

“But if the weapon is just a knife, then the lady could hide it in her bag as well.” Sato pointed out.

“Ah! Damn it, you’re right!”

“But at least we can leave out that surgeon.” Tokoyami hummed. “He didn’t have anything he could hide his weapon in.”

“So it gotta be either the lady or that other guy!” Hagakure concluded.

“I’d say we just beat them all until one of them confesses!” Bakugou smirked as he smashed his right fist into his left hand.

“Bakugou-kun! Why must you always be like this?!” Iida yelled.

“I’m pretty sure we’ll all get arrested," Jirou muttered with a roll of her eyes. Did the guy even realize they’re literally surrounded by police right now?

“How do you guys think they stab her?” Asui spoke up, pulling the conversation back into the case.

“Well…it gotta be when her back was turned.” Sero pointed out the obvious.

“Oh! I know!” Mineta suddenly said. Everyone turned to him and saw the petite boy wearing a cocky smile on his lips. “That woman and that man got different heights. All we need to do is to see if the injury is higher or lower and we’ll know the criminal behind this! If her head injury is higher up on her head, it means that guy did it! If it’s lower, then it’s that woman!”

Kobayashi listened from the sideline with the corner of his lips constantly twitching. He briefly wondered if he should point out all the flaws that logic has before ultimately decided to just let the kids continue to play around.

“But that’s only when the victim’s standing.” Midoriya simply said, unknowingly slamming down Mineta’s chance to shine as he continued to look over the woman’s body hoping to find…well, anything. “She could have been sitting when it happened.”

“Then what—” Whatever Ashido was going to say, she didn’t get the chance to finish as another voice cut in, stopping all of them any further discussion.

“Twenty minutes up!”

They all turned to see Ranpo strolling in with a smile on his face and Minoura following behind.

“No way, it’s twenty minutes already?!” Uraraka gasped.

“Have you found your culprit yet?” The raven haired-man asked teasingly as if he already knew the answer.

“We know she didn’t die from getting hit on the faucet! She was stabbed in the head by a knife!” Hagakure told him their results so far.

“And?” Ranpo tilted his head to the side. “What knife?”

“What do you mean?” Yaoyorozu blinked in confusion.

“What type of knife killed Suzuki Yui-san?”

Ranpo’s question was met by silence. None of them thought to think about that. They were too busy trying to figure out who had the highest possibility of killing the woman.

“A…kitchen knife?” Kaminari guessed. After all, there’s a kitchen in the hotel, the culprit could have easily grabbed one from there.

“Wrooong!”

“Ugh…a…a fruit knife?” The blond tried again.

“Nope!”

“A scissor?!”

“Looks like that’s as far as you go!” Ranpo clapped his hands as if taunting their slow progress. “Well, it can’t be helped! After all, compared to a great detective like me, you’re all just novice!”

“What was that?!” Bakugou gritted his teeth so hard that the veins in his neck were popping out. “Then you figure out the damn thing!”

“Kacchan!”

“With pleasure!” Ranpo then pulled out a pair of glasses from his pocket and slipped it onto his face. “Ability: Ultra Deduction!”

“Finally…” Minoura grumbled from the side.

“That’s Ranpo-san’s Ability?” Midoriya gasped as he and his classmates stared at Ranpo intensely.

They expected…well, they didn’t know what to expect, but they had at least expected something—like that other Agency member with illusion Ability. In their eyes, it just looked like the man had put on a pair of glasses.

That was it…nothing else seemed to be happening.

“Uh…” Midorya stared at the man awkwardly.

“The fuck?! Nothing’s happening!” Bakugou huffed.

“The culprit…” Ranpo raised a hand high into the air. Then he brought it down, pointing directly at a certain man. “Is you, Omura Daiki-san.”

“Eh?!” Everyone stared at the surgeon standing at the center of the three suspects.

“What are you talking about?” Omura snorted. “I didn’t—”

“You and Suzuki Yui-san were planning on marrying, weren’t you?” Ranpo said, gaining looks of shock from everyone around him.

“What are you��!”

“Your ring finger.” Ranpo pointed down to his left hand.

There, on the man’s ring finger was a faint white line that was somewhat visible around his slightly tan skin. “That’s proof that you used to wear a ring there. To leave a mark behind means you’ve been wearing that same ring every single day until just recently. Suzuki-san doesn’t have that kind of mark on her hand, meaning that you’re the only one who had been taking it seriously. When you heard about her dating the actor in the outside world and even planning on marrying him, you killed her.”

“Wait, I thought you propose with handcuffs?” Kirishima blurted out. Immediately, all the adults were staring at him with weird looks in their eyes.

“Who the hell proposes with handcuffs?” Minoura glared at Kirishima. He thought this kid was just trying to mess around, but when he saw the genuine look of confusion on his face—he became even angrier. His righteousness kicked in at that moment, feeling a sense of duty to pound some common sense into the boy.

Seriously, who in the world proposes with handcuffs?!

Kirishima blinked innocently, not sure why the man was suddenly yelling at him.

“Er…you…don’t?” Hagakure asked dumbly as a means to defend her classmate.

"Of course you don't!" The police chief scowled. "What the hell have you kids been taught?! Who are your guardians?!”

The man was already pulling out a notebook, about to record down all the people responsible for these kids and pay them a visit.

As of this moment, there were only two thoughts going through Class 1-A’s minds.

The first was that they’re doomed.

The second was that they’ve been had.

Everyone was quiet as the police chief impatiently waited for the kids to respond. The only sound could be heard was the sound of Bakugou grinding his teeth, promising to kill that bandage freak if they ever run into him again.

“Now, now, we’re getting off the topic!” Ranpo jumped in as he patted Minoura’s shoulder. “And here I was getting to the weapon used to kill Suzuki-san.”

“Don’t spout nonsense!” Omura was fuming. If looks could kill, Ranpo would be reduced to ashes by now. “I would never kill her!”

“And that weapon is something only Omura-san can use~” Ranpo looked to the kids, completely ignoring Omura. “A weapon that is lethal, but small enough to be kept on your body without anyone noticing.”

“A weapon only he could use?” Tokoyami glanced at Omura, then to the other two suspects.

“I see!” Yaoyorozu gasped. “Omura-san is a surgeon which means…!”

“A scalpel!” They all shouted out the answer. After all, what other lethal weapons would a surgeon have?

“Bingo!” Ranpo turned back to Omura. “You stabbed your scalpel into the back of Suzuki-san’s head and disposed of it the only way you can think of…"

Ranpo pointed towards the body of the woman—or rather, the shower room.

Midoriya, being the closest to the shower room, immediately started to investigate. He looked everywhere until he sees the woman’s hair that was half sucked into the drain…

“The drains!” Midoriya exclaimed. With Ranpo giving them a lead, every else naturally began to fall together. “He threw the scalpel into the drain!”

“The pipes in the showers curve at the bottom so the scalpel wouldn’t get washed down," Ranpo explained. “After fruitless searching and coming up with nothing, the police will have no choice but to let the suspects go. Once everything calms down you plan on coming back under the pretense of mourning for Suzuki-san and retrieve your weapon.”

“But how would he do that?” Uraraka asked in confusion.

“With a magnet of course!” Ranpo replied. “In rare times when a scalpel blade broke and is stuck in the body, doctors would use magnets to retrieve those broken pieces. All he needed to do was to tie a rope around a magnet and toss it into the drain. That way he can easily pull out the scalpel with traces of Suzuki Yui-san's blood. Bloodstains don't wash away that easily, I’m sure you know that, Omura-san.”

“You heard him, get a magnet and rope!” Minoura ordered his men as three of them hurried outside to find those items.

“Just because the weapon’s a scalpel, you can’t say it was me!” Omura continued to deny it, but they could all see the panic in his eyes. “Anyone could get a scalpel with enough money!”

"All we need to do is match the model of that scalpel to the ones at your workplace and we'll know whether it's yours or not," Minoura said coldly, glaring at the man.

“I—!”

“Omura-san.” Ranpo interrupted him, slowly opening his right eye as that emerald green orb peered into him, making the man tremble and took a small step back.

“When you were arguing with Saito-san back then, what did you said?”

“Huh?” Saito blinked, clearly confused as to why she was suddenly brought into the conversation.

“What are you going on about now?” Omura hissed.

“When Saito-san claimed she wouldn’t kill Suzuki Yui-san over such petty thing, what was your response again?”

“Like hell I’d remember!” Omura snapped without even bothering to recall the event. “What does that matter?!”

Everyone stared at Ranpo. This time, none of them knew what in the world the detective was going on about.

“You said, I wouldn’t either," Ranpo smirked. “Isn’t it strange? When a person uses wordings like that, you must first need to be agreeing to what the other person is saying and using their words to back up yours. That means you are agreeing to the fact that Saito-san wouldn’t kill Suzuki-san over something so petty despite accusing her of doing so. In other words, you knew Saito-san is innocent. Who else but the culprit would know something like that?”

Small gasps erupted from the students as they all stared at Ranpo in shock. Had Ranpo not brought that up, none of them would remember such small yet important detail. During that argument, the man had been contradicting himself and no one but Ranpo had noticed!

“That’s just—those are just words! It was a heat of the moment and I just said the wrong thing! You can't use that to prove anything!” Omoura spluttered, gaze wild as he began to step forward, only to be grabbed by two policemen who handcuffed him.

"We'll hear the rest of that at the station," Minoura spoke with authority in his firm voice before turning and dipping his head to Ranpo. “Thank you for assisting us with this case, Ranpo-san. As usual, that Ability of yours is amazing.”

“Ah, something like this is nothing to a great detective.” Ranpo waved before looking over to the kids. “Well then, our job here is done! Time to go back to the Agency!”

If the kids had any issues with Ranpo before, it was now all gone. They were all staring at the raven haired-man as if he was a second All Might. Well, perhaps not as amazing as All Might, but a close one.

“YES!”

As they walked out of the change room, Uraraka who was at the back of the group noticed a woman in police uniform speed walking by them and clutched in her hand was a red flower.

No, that was a spider lily.

Uraraka didn’t know she had stopped walking as she turned to stare at the flower in the policewoman’s hand.

“Sir! We found a flower in front of Suzuki-san’s room.” The policewoman reported as she held out the flower in her rubber-gloved hand.

“A flower?” Minoura frowned. “When was it there?”

“I’m not sure.” The woman was just as confused as her chief. “A cleaning lady brought this to us and told us she found it on the floor leaning against the door.”

“It’s probably a fan then." Minoura swore under his breath. "Most people in this hotel already found out about the murder. Let's clean this place up quickly!"

"Yes, sir!"

“Ochako-chan?” Asui called, looking back when she noticed her friend wasn’t following along.

“Oh! I’m coming!” Uraraka smiled as she hurriedly joined up with her classmates, completely dismissing the flower into the back of her mind.

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Ring

The melodic sound of chime echoed throughout the dimly lit room.

Ring

There was a sound of rustling sheets and spring creaking under the protest of the shifting weight.

Ring

An arm wrapped in white bandages stretched out from within the sheet, grabbing the phone that had been ringing on the nightstand.

“Ane-san.” Dazai greeted in his light and cheerful voice that was devoid of any sleep despite having just woken. “I trust that your mission went well?”

“Naturally.” Kouyou’s bemused voice came from the other side. In the background, there was a very faint rumbling sound of engines. She must be in a car. “I simply exaggerated the rumour about the target’s love life in the outside world and spread it throughout the hotel. That was enough for the man to kill her.”

“As expected of ane-san. This will save us a lot of trouble from those government dogs.”

“It’s such a pity…I had been looking forward to her new movie that’s coming out this year.” Kouyou lamented, though there wasn't any real sadness within her voice. “On my way out, I've come across those children. I suppose this is part of the Boss’s plan?”

“Something like that~”

Kouyou didn’t question it any further. Instead, she asked, “I trust that the documents I’ve asked you to look over have been approved?”

"Of course," Dazai replied without skipping a beat. “It’ll be ready on my desk.”

With that, Dazai cut off the call. He casually tossed the phone over his shoulder, not caring where the device landed as he snuggled back into his bed—back to the warmth being held delicately his arms.

“Let’s go back to sleep, Chuuya…” He purred, fingers stroking down the back of the smooth silk as he leaned forward, lips pressing against that patch of pumpkin orange hair.

It was at that moment that the door to his bedroom suddenly slammed open, followed by a scream he was all too familiar with.

“DAZAIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!”

Standing right at the doorway, shrouded by the bright light in the hallway was the Port Mafia boss's right-hand man, Nakahara Chuuya. The Ability user was fuming as he clutched onto the stack of papers in his hand.

“Oh my! Is Chuuya finally joining me in bed?” Dazai’s voice that came from the darkness was so cheerful and eager that it made Chuuya’s eyelid jump.

“Get the fuck up and start doing your work you bastard! I haven’t got a wink of sleep going through all these paper works you left me to do! The most you can do is be helpful and deliver these to ane-san!”

As he said that, he slammed the piles of paper against the wall. The impact causing the automatic light in the bedroom to slowly brighten, chasing the shadows away and revealing the Port Mafia Boss who was slowly sitting upright in his bed.

“What…the fuck is that?” Chuuya’s eyes narrowed as he glared at that specific bump beneath the blankets…right next to his boss.

Dazai hastily pulled up the blanket in an attempt to hide like a husband would do after getting caught in bed with his mistress. Unfortunately for him, Chuuya was already by his bedside in a blink of an eye. Despite being the boss and having control over the entire Yokohama, Dazai’s still strength was no match for Chuuya…or seventy percent of the Port Mafia for that matter.

Chuuya grabbed a fist full of the blanket and hurled it across the room, tossing Dazai along as well since the brunet had been clutching onto the blanket.

What happened next was very interesting—in Dazai’s view, that is.

First Chuuya’s face turned pale, then to an unhealthy green, and finally, his face became so red that Dazai was sure he could light up the entire room.

“DA-ZA-IIIII!!!!!!” Chuuya snarled, whirling around with those icy blue eyes promising murder. “WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. THIS?!”

He repeated his words from before, except the emotion and meaning it conveyed was now completely different.

“This,” Dazai jumped back onto the bed and hugged the body pillow tightly in his arms, “is my darling Chuuya of course!”

A body pillow.

A freaking body pillow that has the image of a certain seething Executive printed on the surface! And of all images, it had to be the one from that time when Chuuya lost yet another bet to Dazai (hell knows why he kept doing it) and was forced to walk out of the room while acting like some high-class-lady!

On the body pillow, Chuuya had his left arm folded to his chest, his knees tucked together and his right hand stretched out, pointing towards hell knows what. There was even a pink speech bubble on the stupid thing saying, “There won’t be a second time! ♡”

“Since Chuuya won’t stay with me in bed I have no choice but to get a replacement!” Dazai whined in disappointment before perking back up again. "But don't worry, I made sure to make this as close to you as possible! Look, it's even the same height as you! 159 cm!”

“I’M 160 CM!!!”

“So Chuuya’s finally admitting that he’s short?”

"SHUT THE HELL UP AND GIVE ME THAT!"

“Ahn~! Chuuya! So bold!”

"GIVE THAT TO ME, YOU SHITTY MACKEREL!!”

“Are we going back to names calling again, slug?”

“YOU’RE DEAD!”

[One Floor Below]

Men and women dressed in black suits sat in front of their computer, working diligently as their fingers flew across their keyboards. There was no idle chatting. The only sound in the air was the clattering sounds of their keyboards and the ringing sound of phones.

And then, a crashing sound of glass was suddenly heard.

All of them jumped up at once, guns pulled free from their holsters as they pointed their weapons towards the window and saw…

A…a body pillow?

It was a body pillow…and imprinted on that body pillow was a face every single Port Mafia members were made to memorize. Many even idolized and looked up to that person as their role model.

They stared blankly at the window. The body pillow was already long gone, dragged by gravity as it continued its fall downward.

All at once, a single thought flashed through all of their minds as blood drained from their faces.

They were going to die.

“FUCK!” A loud yell came from the outside…or to be more specific, from one floor higher than them. With the window (reinforced windows made with special materials) now broken, the soundproof room above was no longer soundproof, allowing them to hear everything from the outside.

The voices were muffled thanks to the glass, but it was still pretty easy for them to hear the voice of a certain Executive.

“GET OFF ME YOU BASTARD!”

There was the sound of crashing, followed by some muffled voices speaking something they couldn’t quite make out.

And then…

“TO HELL WITH YOUR DOUBLE SUICIDE! IF ANYONE SAW THAT I SWEAR I’LL—!”

It was at this moment that they finally came to their senses and fled as if their lives depended on it.

In less than a minute, the entire floor has been evacuated.

[Thirteen Floors Below]

The air was quiet as two figures slowly walked down the red carpet of the hallway. The youth walking at the front suddenly came to an abrupt stop. Golden eyes blinked as they gazed out the window that completely made up one side of the hallway.

Then as if sensing something, the boy and the girl behind him jumped back from the window. The boy’s black cloak fluttered around him as he held his leather-gloved hand out, ready to strike out at any given moment. The girl unsheathed her dagger and positioned it in front of her as well as the boy in a protective manner.

And then, as if moving in slow motion, a 159 cm body pillow suddenly dropped into both of their sights, carrying a face they were all too familiar with.

Golden eyes widened as they shifted along with the body pillow, watching as it went down, down and down until it was out of their sights.

After a long moment, the boy’s frame trembled slightly, as if he had finally broke out of the invisible force holding him in place.

…Or perhaps he was simply shaking off the Goosebumps that had covered the surface of his skin at some point.

“Just now…was that…?”

[Forty-five Floors Below]

“Last night, three more organizations have made a move." A blond-haired woman reported as she walked down the hallway with papers in her hands. "That makes this a total of thirteen organizations. Their spies have also been circling us and other territories for the past five days. We've also received reports of them gathering a large number of firearms."

She looked up at the black-cloaked boy walking in front of her.

“Will we be heading out tonight, senpai?”

“Naturally.” Was the curt response, before the raven-haired boy brought his pale hands to his lips and coughed lightly.

Then all of a sudden, the man whirled around, his eyes sharp and black cloak fluttered, seeming to be coming alive while the woman swiftly pulled out her gun. Both of them turned towards the window as a body pillow suddenly appeared into their views for a split second before disappearing again.

The woman’s jaw dropped as the papers slowly slipped out of her hand and scattered over the floor…

[Ground Floor]

It had been just like any other day as black-suited men guarded the entrance to the Port Mafia headquarters. When a sleek black car pulled up to the entrance, they all knew who had arrived and stepped forward to greet her when that descended from the sky.

Everything happened too fast.

The car doors flew open as the driver and the passenger leaped out of the car while the guards stationed around whipped out their weapons. Five of them instantly jumped in front of the red-haired woman, acting as her shield with fingers already pulling at the triggers of their guns—ready to fire at the first sign of threat.

It was at that very moment that a human sized object slammed onto the top of the black car. It wasn’t an enemy, nor was the object heavy enough to crush the vehicle. It didn’t explode upon impact either. When they took a closer look, they all realized what that thing was and more importantly—what was on it.

Their faces became white as chalk with cold sweat bleeding out of their pores.

They were dead.

It was too late for them to pretend not to have seen anything when they clearly saw it. They became witnesses to something none of them should ever see, and they’ll be silenced for it. After all, only the dead can keep secrets.

That has always been the Port Mafia’s way.

Large beads of sweat rolled down their faces as the woman they were guarding moved. A small step was all it took for the guards to quickly part ways for her. All of their heads were hung low, none of them daring to look at the woman in the eyes.

Everything after that happened so fast that no one could even react. All they saw was a flicker of the infamous Golden Demon materializing behind their Executive before the car went up in flames.

Black smoke rose to the sky as bright orange flames fed on the remains of the car (sliced into four equal pieces) and along with the body pillow lying at the center like some sort of offering to God.

The body pillow was consumed by the fire in an instant. It only took half a minute for it to be reduced into ashes.

“A bomb had been planted under my car. The perpetrator has been captured and dealt with.” Kouyou spoke in a silvery voice that sent chills down all of their backs. She turned and began to walk towards the front door to their headquarter.

“However, there may be accomplices yet to be found," Kouyou said, stopping right at the automatic doors as she looked over her shoulder. One of the men—who were either brave or just plain stupid—took a chance and peeked up. He immediately regretted his action when he saw those blood-red eyes glaring towards him with the promise of a very slow and painful death. “Do keep an eye out for them.”

The message was very clear: Speak of this incident and you will be dealt with.

Anyone smart enough would know what to do in this situation, and there are no idiots within the Port Mafia. Those idiots all died on their first day within the Port Mafia—especially idiots with loose tongues.

"Yes, ma'am!" They bowed even lower to the woman as she walked through the doors and vanished from their sights.

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It had been a whole fifteen minutes yet the kids were unable to stop their excited chatters. None of them could stop discussing the case or how powerful Ranpo’s Ability was. Ranpo was walking at the very front and in a very good mood. He was more than happy to have the kids singing his praises.

“Ranpo-san!”

“Yes?” Ranpo looked over to the green-haired boy with freckles. His eyes opened up, revealing those green eyes for a split second before they closed into a mischief arch again. It happened so fast that no one paid any attention to it.

“Back then, the police officer reacted strongly when they mentioned Suzuki-san marrying the actor from Japan. Why is that?”

The other students quiet down, curious about that as well.

“You know the differences between us and the outsiders," Ranpo said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement. “Many Yokohama citizens go to the outside world to work, but none of them would make a home there. If anything happened to them, they can’t go to a hospital. The construction of our DNA is completely different than yours. Even if the hospital didn’t freak out over how one of their patients is discovered to be not human, how should they cure them? Blood transfusion or anything else is impossible with us, and even something as simple as a shot might be fatal to us due to the differences in our genetics.”

“So if an Old Human gets injured outside, it’s over?!” Hagakure gasped in horror.

“Of course not! Yokohama has private clinics set up all around Japan. Yokohama citizens are provided with the addresses of these clinics whenever they go out.”

“Seriously?! There are those kinds of places?!” Ashido exclaimed and began to wonder if she had ever come across one.

“Then wouldn’t it be alright if someone decides to live outside and marry?” Midoriya pushed on.

“Temporarily staying outside and permanently living there are two different things, especially when your own spouse is from the outside," Ranpo stated with his hands tucked in his pockets. “It’s taboo for us to reveal our origin or any information about Yokohama to the outside world. Do you think it’s possible to keep that from your spouse?”

“Well…I mean…if you don’t talk about it, they wouldn’t know?” Kaminari mumbled unsurely.

“Then let me ask you this!” Ranpo pointed a finger right in the lightening boy’s face. “What is one of the main issues when an Old Human and a human from the outside marry?”

“E-eh? Uh—”

“You won’t have kids of course!” Ranpo answered without even waiting for the kid’s response. “It’s impossible for two different species to reproduce! That’s all fine and well if both parties have no interest in having children, but that actor, Harada Azuma has a love for kids and is always looking forward to having children of his own. What do you think will happen if nothing comes out? Won’t he request both of them to get their bodies checked? If that happens, then the hospital will find out Suzuki Yui’s genes not matching their human standard?”

“How do you know about that?” Jirou gapped. “Is that part of your Ability?”

“Nope, I just read it!” Ranpo pulled out a magazine that was rolled up in his pocket and tossed it to the girl. Jirou caught the magazine, looking down to see Suzuki Yui and Harada Azuma on the cover. Both celebrities were wearing sunglasses to hide their faces, but it was clear that it’s them.

“This magazine…isn’t this from the outside?” Yaoyorozu spluttered when she saw the magazine.

“You can get them from any convenient stores.” Ranpo pointed to a random convenient store they were passing by. “We get a lot of magazines from Japan. There are also magazines and newspapers from countries like America. We have our own Yokohama magazines, but you won’t be able to bring those with you to the outside.”

The kids looked like they got more questions, but when they rounded a corner, all questions died on their tongues.

Across the street, they could see the red building of the Armed Detective Agency. Standinbg right in front of that building—at the intersection—was a skeletal looking man with straw blond hair.

“All Might!” The kids shouted as they ran pass Ranpo and towards their hero.

Ever since Kunikida returned to the office and informed him that the kids had taken off, Toshinori had been extremely anxious.

He couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat whenever he sat down.

When he stood up, he couldn’t stop walking around in circles as his mind wandered to the kids.

Although no one in the office said anything, Toshinori knew he must be bothering them. Knowing that standing around wasn’t going to get him anywhere; he went downstairs and had a delicious breakfast at the Uzumaki café. He sat there for a good hour sipping on coffee before standing outside to wait for his students’ return.

When he caught sight of the kids and the gleeful looks on their faces, Toshinori knew he had been panicking over nothing. They crowded around him and began to eagerly tell him about their experiences.

Toshinori had a smile on his face as he listened. He stopped when he saw a person walking up to them. It was then that he realized how he had forgotten about the Agency member the kids were observing for the day.

“My apologies!” Toshinori hurriedly walked up to greet the man and extended his hand for a friendly shake. “Thank you for looking after my students! I am—”

He wasn't able to complete his self-introduction as his voice died off halfway. His sky blue eyes widened, pupils shakily trying to focus on the person standing in front of him.

The raven haired-man smiled, tipping his hat back to reveal his face as those slanted eyes opened up, revealing those brilliant, forest green eyes that Toshinori could never forget.

“I told you that I’ll see you later, mister.”

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