#Chuuya also good at rolling coins on his fingers

[kitsquared]

I have a hc that sometimes double black are called humming black cuz they both seem to hum sing or whistle sometimes (and maybe for coding purposes too)

And you'd hear one or both in the dark alleyway as they come to you. A foreboding tune

[yellowcanna]

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 12

TWILIGHT DOOR (DAY 3: TUESDAY)

This story has been beta'd by Momentary_Flight

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon in Yokohama.

The sky was clear, prompting people to come out and enjoy the sunlight before winter comes.

Two housewives were walking down the sidewalk with groceries in their hands when they stopped at the sight of a young boy coming up to them.

“Hello!” The boy greeted with a warm smile, nearly causing the two women to swoon at the adorable freckled child. “If you have any trouble, please visit the Armed Detective Agency!”

He held out flyers which the two women took before bidding him farewell and continuing on their days.

After they left, Midoriya looked down at the stack of flyers in his hand and sighed. At the rate he was going, it would take forever to hand them all out.

“What do you have there, lad?” A voice asked from behind, causing Midoriya to quickly turn around with another flyer ready in his hand, stretched out to the speaker.

"I'm from the Armed Detective Agency! If you have any trouble, please visit the Agency and we will help you with your request!" He spoke out the standard greeting he had been using for the past three hours.

“Oh?” The man accepted the flyer.

It was then that Midoriya lifted his head to take a good look at this man and was immediately stunned. The man was not Japanese. The blond hair, blue eyes, and his obvious western facial structure immediately gave him away. However, despite being surrounded by Asians, he seemed completely at ease, wearing a creamy yellow suit and trousers with multiple shopping bags on each of his arms.

“The Armed Detective Agency flyer?” The blond man hummed, eyes twinkling in curiosity as he stared at the flyer with great interest. “Interesting! I didn’t know they used flyers for promotions as well!”

Midoriya’s mouth opened, but no words came out. A foreigner in a city that’s been sealed off for centuries? According to everything he’s learned since entering Yokohama, that wasn’t possible, unless…

“Tell me, young lad, how is the Agency?" The man suddenly asked, turning to Midoriya.

“They’re doing well…?” Midoriya replied unsurely—wary even. The first thought that came to his mind was Lucy. He remembered the older girl mentioning that she had come into Yokohama with her old companions…could he be one of them? But if this man was…then wasn’t he a terrorist?!

“Do you know the Armed Detective Agency?” Midoriya asked carefully.

“Well now, I don’t believe anyone who lives in Yokohama hasn't heard of them,” the man laughed. “But if you’re asking on a more personal level, then yes, I do know them. So tell me, how is it working at their place?”

“It’s uh…it's good.” Midoriya nodded slowly, silently wishing for this man to leave. He really wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to say.

“I see! And are you enjoying your time here in Yokohama?”

“Yes, I—” Midoriya lost his voice as he realized just what this man had asked. He must be wearing a look of horror right now, since the man began to laugh after taking in his expression.

“Why so shocked? You were quite the center of attention at the Sports Festival!” He said loudly, gaining brief looks from the people passing by.

Midoriya’s jaw dropped.

How could he have forgotten?! The people here have access to the outside channels!

Then…

What point was there in hiding their identities at all?! Considering their encounters with the locals so far…their covers had already been blown three times now!

Loud laughter boomed into the boy’s eardrums, startling him as he looked up to see the man…well…laughing. At him.

Midoriya flushed in embarrassment, wondering just what face he had made to have the other laugh like that.

“Allow me to tell you something, young lad!” The man chuckled as he patted Midoriya on the shoulder. “If you want to tell apart Altered Humans and Old Humans, look at their hands. Altered Humans generally have larger hands.”

Altered Human?

This was a term Midoriya had never heard before. Was this referring to them? During his stay, whenever the outside world was mentioned, everyone just referred to it as outside, or outsider for the people living outside.

They’ve never used any terms like this…

“Francis-sama!”

Midoriya turned to see a woman with light brown hair running up to them.

“Ah, Louisa-kun! Perfect timing!” The man beamed. “Come along! The bargain sale is going to begin in six minutes!”

“B-bargain?!” The girl paled, but the blond-haired man didn't even wait for her response and was already charging off like a wild bull. The girl frantically ran after him, and the two of them soon disappeared from the boy’s sight.

Midoriya blinked, not sure what exactly happened. However, if he saw correctly, that girl just now wasn’t Japanese either. Who are they? Could they really be terrorists?

But what kind of terrorist would rush off like that to a bargain sale?!

Midoriya felt like he would get a headache if he kept on thinking. Everything around here was just too weird for him to understand…

“Deku-kun!” Midoriya looked up to see Uraraka and Asui waving at him as they walked over.

“Uraraka-san, Tsuyu-san,” he greeted.

“Are you done handing out the flyers?” Uraraka asked cheerfully.

“No…I still have a lot to go,” Midoriya laughed weakly while scratching the back of his head. “Are you two done with your jobs?” 

“Yep!” Uraraka pumped her fist into the air. “Door to door delivery is pretty easy since it’s all apartments here! Let me help you, Deku-kun!”

“Ah, no, that’s alright!” Deku said, clutching the flyers tighter. After all, he can’t make someone else help him with his work.

“It’s fine, gero,” Asui insisted, “the sooner we finish, the sooner we can go back—”

“HEY!”

Midoriya jumped at the familiar voice booming across the street. Everyone around them stopped and turned to see a group of teenagers on the other side of the road.

“Oh dear, another gang fight,” a woman behind Midoriya muttered to her male companion. “Should we call the police?”

“Kacchan?!” Midoriya cried.

On the other end of the street stood three boys looking around eighteen and dressed in the shaggiest clothes Midoriya had ever seen. And standing before those three boys was none other than Bakugou and Kirishima.

There were flyers scattered all around the two, and Bakugou looked beyond pissed.

“Pick them up, you fuckers!” Bakugou snarled at the thugs.

The thugs took a glance at the flyers scattered over the ground before they burst into laughter. That rubbed Bakugou the wrong way as, the next moment, the blond shoved his stack of flyers to Kirishima and stomped up to the gangsters. Kirishima grabbed his shoulder to stop him, but Bakugou shrugged him off.

“PICK. THEM. UP!”

“Hah?” The thug at the front used his pinky to dig into his ear and started scratching. “What’s it to you, poster boy?”

“What did you call me?!” 

“What? Are your ears stuffed with earwax, punk?” The thug sneered, pulling out his pinky and rolling what seemed to be earwax between his fingers before flicking it at Bakugou. While he had dodged the filth, the action further enraged him.

This was bad!

Midoriya could tell he was about to explode!

“Going around handing out lame ass posters, you must be a mama’s boy!” Another yelled mockingly.

“Don’t go crying to your moms once I beat your ass into the ground!” Bakugou roared with a murderous smile as his hands rolled into fists.

The thugs laughed as they began to approach Bakugou. Both sides looked like they were seriously about to get into a fight in the middle of the street!

“Bakugou! Just ignore these people!” Kirishima couldn’t care about the flyers anymore. He dumped them aside and ran up to hook both of his arms under Bakugou’s to restrain him. 

“FUCKING LET GO!”

“What’s wrong, mama’s boy? Weren’t you gonna teach us a lesson?” The thugs seemed extremely amused by Bakugou being restrained like that and continued to throw snide remarks to further fuel the flames.

“We have to stop him!” Midoriya gasped, dropping his flyers as he broke into a run with Uraraka and Asui following behind. They ran to the crossing, impatiently waiting for the light to turn red, before darting across the street and towards Bakugou and Kirishima.

At the same time, Iida also came charging out from around the corner behind Bakugou with Todoroki and Yaoyorozu—also having heard Bakugou’s loud voice.

“Calm down, Kacchan!”

“Bakugou-kun! Stop that this instant!”

“Bakugou, man, cut it out!!”

“FUCK OFF! I’M GOING TO KILL THEM!”

And that was how they all found themselves in the office half an hour later, kneeling on the green tile floor as they listened to Kunikida’s long lecture.

The rest of the students—at least the ones that were deemed too unique to go outside—were glancing over to the detention area every now and then. They were scattered around the office, helping out the staff with organizing documents and photocopying files.

Aizawa and Toshinori were sitting on the couch as they looked over to the kids in the group. Toshinori just sighed, looking as if he had a headache, while Aizawa looked like he was going to burst the veins in his dried-up eyes.

“I never asked to hand out those damn flyers!” Bakugou finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and talked back to the man.

“Oh? Then you prefer sorting out the documents?” Kunikida pointed to a stack of documents that were currently being sorted out by Kouda and Ojiro.

Bakugou opened his mouth, obviously wanting to continue arguing, but Aizawa had had enough.

“Enough, Bakugou!” His raven hair was floating upwards, revealing those bloodshot eyes glaring down at his student. Bakugou snapped his mouth shut, but the defiant look in his eyes was clear for everyone to see.

It was obvious that Bakugou did not think he did anything wrong. In many ways, the students that had witnessed the scene didn’t think Bakugou had done much wrong either. Sure he was in the wrong for trying to initiate a fight, but other than that he did nothing wrong in standing up for his friend.

“I’m sorry!” Kirishima bowed deeply, gaining the attention of their teachers and Kunikida. “It was my fault! Bakugou was just defending me! Those guys—”

“This isn’t about how this matter started.” Kunikida cut the redhead off. “The fact is that you,” glared at Bakugou, “attempted to start a fight in the middle of the street. I don’t know how Japan handles these kinds of situations, but here in Yokohama, that alone warrants you to spend the night in the nearest police station.”

All the students stared at Kunikida in shock, even the ones that were working.

Was it that serious?

Back in Japan, fights like those were a common occurrence, especially among teenagers. The most that would happen when they got caught was the police calling their parents to give them a stern talking to.

With one look at Bakugou’s eyes, Kunikida snapped his notebook shut and tucked it away with great care. 

“All of you, come with me,” he said to everyone in the office.

The U.A students looked at each other before setting aside their work and following Kunikida out.

Toshinori stood up as he and Aizawa prepared to follow them outside, only to be stopped by Ranpo who was sitting on his desk while munching on a rice cracker.

“Just leave it to Kunikida-kun,” the young detective said. “He has a soft spot for kids. He won’t be too hard on them.”

“But—” Toshinori looked like he wanted to argued, but decided against it. They had agreed to let the Armed Detective Agency look over their students, after all. While Aizawa was still a bit concerned and wanted to follow, he knew that as well and sat down. If they were going to stay for a week, then it’s best to cooperate with the Armed Detective Agency.

Kunikida led the group of teenagers down the long stairs and exited through the back door of the building, coming to a small parking lot with no one in sight. There weren’t even any cars parked.

The kids were looking around, confused as to why the blond had brought them here, when Kunikida turned around.

“Come at me.”

“…Huh?”

They all just stood there, staring at Kunikida.

“I’m telling you all to come at me as you would in a real fight—without the activation of your Quirks,” Kunikida clarified, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“A fight?!” Kaminari gasped.

“What, have you never been in a fight?” Kunikida questioned.

“No, we have, but…” Yaoyorozu was hesitant. After all, how were any of them supposed to fight without their Quirks?

“What are you all standing there for?” Bakugou, who had been holding back his rage for the last couple hours, finally found an outlet. He smirked as he smashed his fists together. “Just surround him and beat him up!”

“Is this a street brawl?” Sato muttered. It was meant to be rhetorical, but the moment he spoke, everyone froze.

No…this is a street brawl!

“Yeah! Let’s do this!” Kirishima joined in, excited. “Real men should only talk with their fists!”

“We’re not men though…” Jirou muttered with a small shudder. Are they seriously going to fight barehanded? How were they even going to do that?!

Sure they have combat experience and had even encountered Villains before…but this…this felt different from anything they've gone through. Something about this just felt more raw, more…primal.

After all, in the age of Quirks, something like a brawl that involves only bare fists and no Quirk exists only in old textbooks. Nowadays, fights—be it for entertainment or otherwise—all involved Quirks in one way or the other. Something like a simple fist fight doesn’t exist anymore.

"I'm very busy," Kunikida said as he glanced down at his watch. "So if none of you are going to come at me, I will go to you.”

Suddenly, the blond man came running at them. The first to react were the people that have some skills in fighting barehanded—people such as Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Shouji, Sato, Ojiro and even Uraraka.

The rest of the class became an immediate mess. They staggered back, accidentally bumping into one another and, at that moment, forgot all the training they've gone through in the face of  the restrictions on their Quirks.

Bakugou was the first to charge out, meeting Kunikida and throwing a first at his face. Unfortunately for him, Kunikida swiftly grabbed him by the wrist and threw the boy over his shoulder. The entire process had happened within a split second and, what’s more, Kunikida didn’t even slow down in the slightest. He didn’t even look back after tossing Bakugou away and kept running towards the group.

“That move…!” Uraraka gaped, recognizing it from her internship.

Kirishima and Sato both jumped out to strike, the redhead coming at Kunikida from the left while Sato took the right. Kunikida quickly paused in his steps. He crouched down, arms crossed in front of him before his palms thrust out—slamming the boys right beneath their chins. The force almost made the two of them black out, losing control of their limbs as they wobbled on their feet before dropping onto the ground.

Next up was Ojiro.

Ojiro was the only one that had any real and extensive practice in close combat. He managed to throw two kicks at the adult…though both attacks were blocked. When he tried to throw in a third kick, Kunikida grabbed him by the ankle and, with a spin, he swept Ojiro off his foot before throwing him into Shouji, knocking the two of them down.

While Kunikida’s attention has yet to move on from Ojiro, Midoriya tried to use this chance to tackle the man from behind. But without the power of his Quirk, he was as powerless as the rest of his classmates and went down with a fist to his gut. The boy collapsed over Ojiro and Shouji while Kunikida darted for Uraraka.

The girl tried to grab his arm to throw him over like what he had done to Bakugou. She had succeeded in grabbing onto him, but Kunikida easily broke free of her grip with a twist of his arm. With a simple push and a kick to the back of her knee, she stumbled and fell onto the ground.

If Ojiro’s attack was on the level of an amateur, then needless to say Uraraka was way below that. Despite knowing how to use the technique, Uraraka was much too inexperienced to execute it on a real martial artist. There was no possible way the technique she had only practiced for a single week could be used on an experienced martial artist who had practiced for years.

The rest of the students went down in a matter of seconds. None of them were even given the chance to even strike at the man. Before they could even lift their hands, their world was already flipped upside-down.

“Gyaaaaa!” The last student remaining was none other than Mineta.

The petite boy was lifted in the air by the back of his shirt, screaming, punching, and kicking, yet his short limbs were nowhere near reaching Kunikida. His image right now looked like a wet cat hissing and baring its nonexistent fangs and claws.

The man seemed to be pondering what to do with this last one when he took a step to the side, dodging the fist that came flying at him from behind.

Tossing Mineta aside, Kunikida grabbed Bakugou’s forearm. Instead of throwing him over his shoulder like before, he spun Bakugou around and easily pinned him down onto the ground. Bakugou immediately tried to get up, but he found that he couldn’t with one hand twisted behind his back and the weight of the adult sitting on top of him.

“Thirty-four seconds,” Kunikida said as he glanced down at his watch.

Yes, the fight had only taken a little over half a minute. Most of the students went down in just a second. The one who held on the longest was Ojiro due to the slight advantage over his classmates.

This was with Kunikida holding his strength back and going easy on the students. Despite how he may have seemed a bit too rough with some over others, the children were all unscathed. None of the damage he did would last more than a couple of seconds.

By now, all the students were getting up—even Kirishima and Sato were coming out of their momentary shock.

“You’re all weak.” Kunikida stated bluntly. "Perhaps it is due to your world being focused on Quirks that you've all grown to rely on them and neglect an actual workout. Of the twenty of you, only two have properly learned how to fight. Yet the fighting moves that you know are only basic movements that severely lack training.”

After that, the man looked down at Bakugou, tightening his grip on the boy’s arm when he attempted to struggle.

“Get off!” Bakugou snarled, humiliated at being pinned down for so long. Damn it! If only he could use his Quirk, then this guy would—

“Right now, you’re thinking that if only you could use your Quirk, you could easily throw me off, aren't you?" Kunikida asked, narrowing his eyes at Bakugou who was glaring up at him. “If I use my Ability, you will all be dead. Have you thought about that?”

That caused the boy’s struggling to stop as everyone stared at Kunikida. It's almost as if they just remembered that the entire Armed Detective Agency was made up of Ability users, and Kunikida was one of them.

“Kunikida-san, what is your Ability?” Midoriya asked, unable to hide his curiosity.

Kunikida reached into his shirt to pull out the notebook all of them were way too familiar with.

“My Ability allows me to manifest anything I write in my notebook.” Kunikida explained. "So long as the object I write is no larger than the size of the notebook."

“How is that going to beat us?!” Bakugou yelled out what everyone was thinking. 

Kunikida’s Ability did indeed sound amazing, but if it’s limited to the size of his notebook, what could he do?

“Guns, bombs, gas, poison…” Kunikida listed out all the dangerous weapons he could create in just that notebook. "Human bodies are more vulnerable than you think. Don't assume that you're unbeatable just because of your Quirks. Here in Yokohama, we don't just battle with our Abilities. You may be considered elite in your world, but your explosive powers don’t mean a thing here. You will only get your whole class killed if you continue this reckless behavior.”

With that, Kunikida released Bakugou’s sore arm and stood up. He straightened his clothes before looking to the rest of the kids.

“I’m sure you all haven’t forgotten your encounter with Lucy Maud Montgomery.” Kunikida reminded them. “The lady came from a strong organization, but she is neither a fighter nor is her Ability made to fight. Up until now, none of you have witnessed the extent of what an Ability can do nor do you understand the power of what an offensive Ability is capable of. In the world of Ability users, only the strong can afford to be arrogant.”

The man paused, allowing them to absorb everything he said before continuing.

“Remember this: if you want to live, never pick a fight with someone in Yokohama. Any of them could turn out to be an Ability user. Even if they aren’t, there is a high chance that they belong to a gang. The next time you run into trouble, call the police like what any ordinary person would do, understand?"

The students nodded slowly, all of them wearing lost or dumbfounded expressions. Seeing them like this, Kunikida heaved out a small sigh. He wouldn’t expect these children to understand in a single day anyways.

He opened his notebook and wrote something down. Then with great pain, he ripped the page out and handed it to the nearest student, who happened to be Aoyama.

“Your work today is finished. This is the location of the Chinatown in Yokohama, go there to clear your heads. Just remember to return to your dorms before curfew.”

With that, Kunikida walked away, heading back into the building and leaving the kids outside.

For a moment, none of them spoke.

They just looked at one another, then to the piece of paper with Kunikida’s hand-drawn map.

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“Woah!!! Look at that!!” Hagakure jumped up and down as the group of twenty students stood in front of the gate to Yokohama’s Chinatown.

They stared at the huge Chinese styled gate and all the different stores beyond it. The style of the entire street looked so different from the rest of the city, it was as if they were going to walk into a completely different world.

“Hmm…they have exquisite style~” Aoyama said approvingly while striking a pose.

“This is freakin’ awesome!” Kirishima gasped.

"I-it's amazing," Koda said in awe.

“Gero!” Asui agreed.

“I wonder how big it is!” Uraraka squealed. “I can’t even see the end!”

“Tch…it's alright," Bakugou muttered, but the way he stared at the huge gate intensely said otherwise.

“This would have been a perfect place for a group pic!” Ashido sighed in disappointment.

“I’ve…I’ve never been to a Chinatown before…!” Yaoyorzu was literally shaking. Anyone could tell just how hard she was trying to suppress her excitement.

“I’ve never been to one either.” Midoriya agreed, also barely containing his joy. Todoroki, who stood beside him, nodded, showing how it was also his first time.

“Do you guys smell that?” Sato swallowed his saliva with his stomach already growling. 

“Hey! We could get tons of souvenirs from this place!” Sero suggested. “As long as it doesn’t say it’s from Yokohama, we should be able to bring home!”

"I have a feeling this street will look even better within the darkness," Tokoyami noted.

“Cute girls in Chinese outfits!” Mineta shouted and did a high-five with Kaminari.

“It’s certainly rare to see such traditional settings nowadays.” Shoji admired, taking in the structure of the street.

"Well, yeah...our lifestyles right now are heavily influenced by the West. It's rare to see something so traditional," Ojiro nodded.

"Maybe I should have exchanged a bit more money," Jirou said unsurely as she checked her wallet. 

“Everyone!” Iida called, standing in front of the group to gather their attention. “Since Chinatown seems really crowded, it would be better for us to move in smaller groups! We’ll split up according to our dorms since there’s only one phone per room! It is three o’clock right now, so let’s meet up back here in front of this gate at six o’clock sharp!”

With that, they split up into their groups and ventured into Yokohama’s Chinatown. The countless stalls and stores in the street almost made them dizzy as they stared at so many things that they’ve never even seen before.

There were buns made to resemble cute animals and different types of steam buns on a skewer! Despite being a closed-off city, the food and the flavors offered were extremely authentic.

There were a lot of souvenir shops, which was odd considering the lack of tourism, yet the locals flocked to them regardless. There was even a souvenir shop selling only panda merchandise!

There were huge, elaborate Chinese temples and also a side street that mimicked Hong Kong!

As the sky slowly darkened behind a thick covering of clouds, more and more people came swarming in. It wasn’t long before the kids found themselves swept away by the incoming crowd. An hour before the meetup, every store within Chinatown lit up, giving the street a festive feel to it. Tokoyami had been right in saying that this street would look better after dark.

It was already almost time to meet up when the scattered students remembered and began trying to find the gate…only to find out that there were multiple gates to Chinatown.

They tried asking for directions, but soon realized that they have no idea how to explain which entrance they came from since they didn’t know any of the street names.

It was at that moment that they heard a loud drum and the sound of firecrackers.

When they followed the sound, they found that a Lion Dance was going on. As part of  Yokohama Chinatown tradition, tonight was one of the nights during which a Lion Dance would be performed. As they gathered to watch, they met up with their classmates one after another. It was a funny coincidence when they discovered that the performance was taking place near the gate all of them had been frantically looking for.

Everyone chattered in excitement, telling each other where they’ve been and what they’ve bought. They walked out of Chinatown together, each of them with a bag hanging from their arm and steaming hot food in their hands.

It didn’t matter which souvenir shops they went into. After making purchases, they were all given a large reusable bag free of charge once asked if they have any bags to carry it. Despite having gone into different stores, the reusable bags they were given were all the same with the image of the Chinatown printed on it.

They didn't notice before, but after meeting up and seeing everyone else's bags, they understood now. These weren't given to them out of the kindness of the workers; this was simply part of Chinatown's policy.

“Hey Bakugou, what did you get?” Kirishima called out to Bakugou, wanting to take a peek at the other boy’s bag only for Bakugou to push his face away.

“None of your business!” Bakugou hollered.

“Ah! This is sooo cute!” Hagakure squealed as she hugged a fluffy panda doll Yaoyorozu had gotten.

"Hagakure-san's collection is adorable as well!" The pony-tailed girl exclaimed over the other's entire bag of plush dolls.

“This egg tart is amazing!" Sato licked his lips as he savoured the last tart in his hand.

“Deku-kun! What did you get?” Uraraka asked as she hopped over to Midoriya’s side. “N-not that you have to tell me! I’m just curious is all!” She stuttered and quickly backed away a bit when she realized she was asking something personal.

"I got these," Midoriya replied happily, not even noticing the girl’s odd behavior as he showed Uraraka his bag. There were t-shirts, snacks, and all kinds of souvenir items from different stores. It was like looking into the typical bag of a tourist.

"Listen up everyone!" Mineta suddenly shouted.

Everyone turned to Kaminari and Mineta who were both standing there proudly with their hands on their hips. Ojiro was standing behind the two with his face buried in his hand like he couldn’t bother anymore.

“We have a very important announcement to make!” Kaminari exclaimed. “Since you’ve all eaten, no one’s hungry, right?”

“Well…yeah?” Ashido looked down to the half-eaten steam bun in her hand.

“Then let’s keep exploring!” Mineta insisted.

“Back to Chinatown?” Sero looked back to the gate they had walked out from.

“No, dude!” Kaminari laughed. “Mineta and I found this great place when asking around the locals! We should all go there!"

“Okay?” Jiro arched a brow, eyeing the two suspiciously. “And? Where is this place?”

“It’s a surprise! Come on guys, let’s go!”

With that, the petite boy and the blond hurried off. Everyone followed hesitantly. While they didn't trust these two not to bring them to some weird place, it wasn’t like they had anything better to do.

As Kaminari said, they’ve been eating all kinds of food and were pretty full.

It wouldn’t hurt to further explore the city. After all, what could possibly go wrong?

Trailing behind the group, Ojiro heaved out a long sigh.

The walk took about an hour.

None of them had minded. All of them were interested in taking in the different styles of the building and the people here. No matter how much they looked at the Old Humans, they couldn’t help but feel fascinated. It was still odd to them at how these people were all born with the exact same body structures.

It was then that Midoriya recounted the weird encounter with the foreigner he had this morning. Due to everything that had happened, he had forgotten until now. Everyone listened, each giving their own thoughts, yet no one could be sure who that strange man could be. What caught their attention, though, was the man’s explanation of their different hand sizes.

They began looking at the Old Humans around them and compared their hand sizes. To their surprise, the man was right. Their hands were bigger than these Old Humans’.

No, not just their hands. It was more like their bones were just thicker and wider, resulting in their hands being larger. The size difference wasn’t significant enough for any of them to notice if they hadn’t been told, yet now that they did realize it, it became plainly obvious. At this discovery, everyone began trying to compare their own hand size with anyone that passed by them.

This went on for until they began to notice fewer and fewer people as they walked. Eventually, there was not a single soul in sight and the sky was already darkening. When they walked by the narrow alleyways, the students swallowed nervously upon seeing wild dogs sitting in the shadow staring at them.

“Kaminari-kun, Mineta-kun, how far is this place?” Iida questioned.

“It should be around here!” Kaminari answered, looking at a small piece of paper with yet another hand-drawn map.

“There!” Mineta pointed to a building a couple blocks away. “A plain building with a black door!”

And by plain, he really meant plain.

It was just a simple building made of red bricks. There were no decorations, no graffiti, no signs…nothing. Not even a window. There was nothing but a metallic black door that was rusted on the sides.

The two boys ran over with the rest following behind. Since Mineta got to the door first, he tried to push it open only to find that the door wasn’t even budging!

“It’s locked?!” He gasped in horror as Kaminari came up behind him.

“That can’t be! Those people said it’ll be open tonight.” The blond instinctively looked for a handle, thinking that perhaps they were supposed to pull it, only to find that there was no handle on this door.

"I think it's just heavy," Yaoyorozu said as she placed her palm against the door and feel the cold texture of the metal. “It seems like this door is made purely of iron.”

“Which means…” Jirou trailed off as she gave Mineta a pointed look.

“W-what?! It’s not my fault that my body is small!” Mineta shrilled defensively as Kirishima stepped forward and placed his hands against the door. With a hard push, the door opened without too much trouble

The moment the door opened the sound of music that was trapped behind the door escaped and reached the children's ears. This made them curious about what the place was as they walked inside one after the other.

The door didn't stay open long. Just as Aoyama was walking through, the door slammed shut. Had Shouji not pulled him out of the way in time, he would have been caught in the doorway.

“Seriously, what—!" Aoyama’s complaint was cut off as lights flickered across them, followed by the roaring sound of cheers.

Everyone stood there, completely shocked at the people walking around, bobbing to the music, and waiters carrying trays of alcohol.

“T-t-t-t-t-this is?!” Iida spluttered as another flash of light swept by them. “WE’RE GOING BACK! THIS INSTANT!”

“Come on!” Kaminari whined. "This is once in a lifetime!"

“IT’S ILLEGAL!! WE CAN’T BE IN A N-NIGHTCLUB!” And then, Iida turned to Ojiro who had been quiet the entire trip. “Ojiro-kun!”

“Sorry, they made me not tell you guys.” Ojiro groaned. He knew things would turn out this way.

“It’s not illegal!” Mineta argued. “Remember what that guy said? We’re sixteen! It’s perfectly legal in Yokohama!”

It took a moment for the others to remember that weird man they’ve met in the spider lily field.

“Yeah! We even asked around to make sure we’re legal!” Kaminari pipped in. "People here come to age at sixteen, so we’re all adults here!"

“No, we are not!” Iida rebuked. “We’re leaving!”

“We can even drink alcohol!” Mineta added. “Beer! Wine! Sake! Come on! Don’t tell me none of you ever thought of trying it!”

That successfully pipped their classmates’ interest.

Be it boys or girls, all of them had at least wanted to try drinking alcohol once…well, except Iida.

"Do you think any of us will be swayed by something like that?!” Iida huffed with his arms crossed over his chest. He had a rightful look on his face as he turned to his fellow classmates, only for his jaw to drop when more than half of them were unable to meet his eyes.

“You guys!” The class president uttered in disbelief.

“I mean…if we’re legal…” Sero began as he scratched the side of his cheek.

Before Iida could say anything else, the hard sound of electric guitar echoed throughout the club. It happened only for a moment before the sound disappeared along with the music that had been previously playing. However, despite the sudden silence, excited screams of people began to echo throughout the club.

“What’s going on?!” Aoyama yelped.

The guitar sound came again, then stopped.

The crowds were going wild as they cheered.

Curious, the students decided to walk deeper into the club.

No one paid them any mind or even spared them a glance. The guitar sound came back, stopped for a split second before returning. Instead of coming to another pause like before, it went on, soon accompanied by the heavy sounds of drums.

They soon stopped at a handrail made with dark iron like the door to the club. Beyond this handrail, at a level lower than where they stood, was a huge dance floor crowded with people. They were all screaming and waving their hands into the air as colourful spotlights flickered across them.

“Over there!” Jirou gasped, eyes sparkling as a euphonious voice began to sing to the music.

“The beating sounds high

To an irreplaceable resonance

Incompletion upon incompletion

Moving towards the approaching abyss

Woah oh oh~!”

There, on the over side of the dance floor, was a stage.

There was a group of five people on the stage, four of them playing different instruments and one figure standing in the center with spotlight shining down at him from different angles, causing his shadows to stretch across the stage.

The singer was a slender man wearing a black with fedora with a red ribbon and wavy pumpkin orange hair brushed over his shoulder.

“Today as a virtual image

The visible scene bright red

I wanted to create it.

An improved self

Something's missing

Something I want to grasp!”

As the man sang, his hands that were covered in red fingerless gloves slid up to cradle the vintage microphone, pulling it closer to his lips. The red nail paint on his fingers created a strong contrast with the cold metallic glint of the mic.

“The instant I look into the mirror

All I expect is my pathetic face

Yet somehow, I still hope that I stand dignified

Living in continuous instants

But there's no such thing as impartial time

So that one moment is crazy

Aim for the light Deadly Drive!”

On the man's neck was a sparkling silver choker with a silver ring and black leather edge—identical in style to the belt he wore loosely on his hips. He wore duo tank tops, the outer tank top being white with black leopard prints while the one underneath was maroon red. A black leather jacket pooled around his elbows and showed off the lean muscles underneath the fair skin of his shoulders.

“Traces of it remain

The vestiges of tears

It burns faintly

The dappled sunlight of life

It merely spills over the melody of sorrow

I have no prayers on my left wrist

I'm fine disappearing like this

I just want to go to the end of the universe!”

The students’ hearts were beating faster and faster, as if their heartbeat was attempting to match the beat of the music and become one with it. None of them even realized how they became lost in a trance from the man's music and the strong aura being expelled from his body as he sang.

When they stared into the man’s icy blue eyes, it was as if their souls were sucked into them—unable and unwilling to pull themselves free. At this moment, they wanted nothing but to drown in that beautiful voice and the powerful music taking over their entire being.

The singer ripped the mic off the mic stand and kicked it aside. The wire of the mic flew up into the air from the violent pull, twirling around the man as if the two were engaged in a graceful dance. He brought the mic up to his lips as if to place a delicate lover’s kiss to it.

“The restraint in not kissing is akin to

The flowers concealing paradise

If the scars still hurt

Then break the chains and go forth

Yet the shadows left behind do not move

In disappointment, remember

Victory that brings forth truth and love!”

He reached a hand out towards the crowd.

It was a gesture that looked like a gentleman offering to take a lady’s hand, but the man’s fingers curled inward as his open hand curled up into a tight fist as he sang out the final part of the song.

“Prosperous immorality

Towards a darkness more beautiful than: Deadly Drive

Aim for a worthy light

Stray Dogs!”

The crowd roared.

Screams, claps, whistles…the massive jumble of noises snapped the teens back to reality. Affected by the atmosphere and truly having enjoyed the performance, they all were clapping and cheering for the singer as well.

“See?! I told you guys this is an awesome place!” Kaminari crowed to his classmates over the noise. Even Iida couldn’t find any more excuses to say no considering how he was just as into the song as the rest of them.

Class 1-A waited for the man to continue singing, but the redhead just tossed the mic to another person before jumping off the stage and vanishing into the wild crowds. While disappointed, they decided to look for a place where they could all sit down.

The club was way bigger than they had initially thought when they looked at the plain building from the outside. From what they could see, there were three levels to this club. The ground level, which is where they were at, the lower level consisting of the dance floor and stage, and the upper level.

As curious as some of them were, none of them could get close to the glass staircase, as it was guarded by two men in black suits. It was obvious that they were the security here, so they concluded that the upper level must be for VIPs. They couldn’t see anything due to the glass railing reflecting the light from the dance floor, but whoever’s up there must be important.

There weren’t any tables large enough to fit twenty people, so the group found three booths in the corner of the club. Since this corner was further away from the dance floor and the bar, there were very few people that would come over.

“Don’t you guys think that singer was super handsome?!” Ashido was beaming as the girls discussed the singer on the stage. “And that voice of his was so smooth! I’ve never heard anything like it!!”

“Did you hear how he hit those high notes?” Jirou praised, heart still hammering from the music.

“I did!” Uraraka was almost bouncing in her seat, unable to contain her excitement. “I wish we had something to record it on, it was so good!”

“Hey, let’s go to the dance floor later to see if he’s going to sing again!” Hagakure suggested.

“That’s a good idea!” Asui agreed happily.

“Yes!” Yaoyorozu nodded as well.

“Tch…guys with handsome faces should all die," Mineta mumbled while chewing the fingernail of his thumb.

The rest of the guys, on the other hand, were all absorbed by the drink menu.

“Hey, look, doesn’t this one look awesome?” Sero asked, flipping his menu around to show the others the picture of a cocktail. The vibrant colourful drinks greatly appealed to them and soon everyone agreed to try out the cocktails instead of the classic alcohols.

When Midoriya flipped to the cocktail page, he couldn’t help but be impressed by all the beautiful pictures. These cocktails came in all sorts of colours and glasses. Each one of them was decorated so beautifully that it's practically art, not a drink.

“It doesn’t say the price, it could be expensive.” Shoji frowned, not seeing the price written anywhere on the page.

“It should be fine! This is a once in a lifetime chance!” Kaminari reminded him. “We’re all just getting one drink so it shouldn’t hurt!”

"That is a very dangerous thought.” Tokoyami sweat-dropped, unable to understand the blond’s logic.

“Everyone, please feel at ease to order! I’ve brought enough money so if you don’t have enough, I can cover for you!” Yaoyorozu called from her table, immediately erasing the worries of money.

“YAO-MOMO!!” Ashido and Kaminari cheered.

“Thank you, I’ll definitely pay you back!” Jirou said gracefully as she looked down at her flattened wallet. She really should have brought more money.

With the cost now out of the way, everyone began to look over their menu earnestly.

“There are a lot of options though, what are you guys getting?” Sato questioned as he looked around the table.

“I’ve decided!” Hagakure’s gloved hand pointed at the drink she chose. “Isn’t this pretty? Doesn’t it look like it’s sparkling?!”

“The Sakura Martini!” Yaoyorozu smiled. “That’s a beautiful choice, Hagakure-san! For me, I think I’ll try the Sake Blossom.”

“That one sounds really elegant!” Uraraka gushed. “I think I’ll get the Peach Fuzz!”

“Hmm…the Tangerine Ginger Sake Sangria," Jirou said as she eyed the orange and leafy drink.

“Gero! I like the Matcha highball.” Asui smiled happily.

“You guys already decided?!” Kirishima gaped at the girls’ speed.

“Yep!” Ashido smirked proudly. “I’m going with the Raspberry Sake Tea! Don’t tell me you guys haven’t decided yet!”

“Of course we did!” Bakugou snapped before a nasty smirk appeared over his lips. “I’m taking the Sake Bomb!”

“Sake Bomb?!”

Everyone looked at a certain picture of a tiny cup being balanced by two chopsticks over a glass. Be it the name or the picture…wasn't this dangerous?! And moreover, that's not even juice anymore! It’s just one type of alcohol going into another type of alcohol!

“Alright!” Kirishima announced. “I don’t know what any of these are but I’m going for the Red Eye!”

“You just chose that because of the name and colour!” Sero snorted before deciding his own as well. “I’ll get the Umetini!”

“Cassis Grape!” Mineta didn’t even need to think to decide on his drink.

“Then the Lychee Martini for me!” Kaminari snapped his finger.

“Fuzzy Navel looks pretty good," Ojiro said.

“Mango Margarita for me!” Sato decided.

“Doesn’t the Samurai Caeser look perfect for me?” Aoyama hummed as he flipped his hair.

“I’ll have the Ginza Mary," Shouji stated.

“I…I want to try the Lemon Drop," Koda said shyly.

“Hmm…I suppose I’ll take the Sake Mojito.” Tokoyami said after a while of looking.

“Japanese Sling.” Iida decided firmly.

“Then…Shochu Melon Citrus.” Midoriya finally decided after some hard thinking.

“Pfft, what a pussy!” Baukgou cackled at the green-haired boy’s choice of drink.

“…Sake.”

“EH?!” Everyone, even the girls, turned to look at Todoroki who had his head down and his eye still on the drink menu.

“Dude, why are you only getting sake?!” Kaminari all but screamed as if Todoroki had done something that greatly offended him.

“…I can’t really decide.” Todoroki replied honestly. He blinked up in confusion, not sure why everyone was staring at him as if he had grown another head.

“Are you stupid?” Bakugou roared, snatching his drink menu to take a glance before slapping it down onto the table. "Just get the Umeshu, that looks perfect for you!"

“I see…thank you, Bakugou.” Todoroki thanked the hot head so sincerely that it made veins pop all over Bakugou.

“I’m fucking insulting you, you stupid half and half! Don’t thank me! It’s gross!”

“Pfft, that sounds like the line of some tsundere!” Kaminari snorted, only for his shirt to be grabbed with Bakugou just that close to beating him up. Fortunately for him, a person came up to interrupt them.

“Excuse me.”

Everyone gawked at the man in a waiter uniform who had just…appeared.

“Would you like me to get those orders right now?”

All of the kids stared blankly, unable to react yet. When did this person get here? How long had he been here?

“Just long enough to hear all of your orders. Please do not worry.” The waiter replied professionally as if somehow reading their thoughts.

“Would you like me to order them?” He inquired politely.

Midoriya noticed how this man wasn’t even holding a notepad or anything to record their order. It can’t be that he memorized all of their drinks…can it?

“Ah, yes—” Iida began, only to be interrupted by a loud shout.

“Hey! You kids over there!”

The U.A students all but jumped.

For a moment, they thought they were caught, but then remembered that they’re allowed to be here. They weren’t breaking any laws, so there’s no need to be scared. Despite trying to convince themselves so, they still couldn’t help but feel guilty.

They turned to the source of the call and their jaws nearly hit the floor at the sight of a familiar redhead walking up to them.

“I-it’s him!” Hagakure was barely containing her squeal as she shook Ashido who was sitting beside her.

There, standing in front of them, was the singer that they had seen on the stage just minutes ago. He looked exactly the same, except his leather jacket was hung around his shoulders instead of wearing it like he had done on the stage. This allowed the teens to see the silver handcuff on his left wrist that had been hidden when he had the jacket on.

Instantly, all of them remembered that strange man that had lied to them about using handcuffs as wedding rings. They quickly shook that weird memory out of their heads. This was a nightclub, maybe it’s a style here?

What was it called?

Punk fashion?

“Since when were kids allowed into a club?” The man spoke in his deep, husky voice as he approached them, blue eyes gleaming in the dim lighting.

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“This is the place?” The man asked as he slowly walked out of the dark alley and stopped before the building with the black, metallic door.

“According to the information we’ve gathered, this is the club that he will be in.” A voice spoke from the mass of dark purple fog. “I suggest you rethink your plan, Shigaraki Tomura. It is too risky for us to—”

“Did I ask for your opinion, Kurogiri?” The man snapped at the person standing by his side, successfully silencing the other.

“Hey, can we go in now? I’m seriously bored~!”

One by one, people began to walk out of the alley, joining the two men in the middle of the street.

“Are you stupid, we need to approach with caution!" The green-skinned lizardman hissed to the girl with ash-blonde hair that had just declared her boredom.

“Spinner is right!” A man in tight bodysuit had his arms crossed, nodding to his companion's words before his attitude completely flipped. “To hell with that, let’s just charge in and show ‘em who’s boss!”

The raven-haired man beside him didn't say a word and just stared at the plain-looking building.

“These Yokohama citizens are all really good looking~” The muscular redhead hummed. “I wonder if there’ll be handsome guys in the club!”

“Shall we, Shigaraki?” Asked the man with a mask covering his face and a magician's hat.

Dry lips cracked open in a large smirk as blood-red eyes focused intensely on that black door.

“Yeah.”

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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

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CHAPTER 8

LOOMING DARKNESS (DAY 1: SUNDAY)

“…Is he alive?”

The group gathered around the man lying within the spider lilies. None of them has any idea what in the world had happened. When the man dropped down from the tree and hung there, they were all too stunned by the sight to even think let alone move.

Then, after swaying around for a bit, the branch probably couldn’t handle the excess weight anymore and snapped, sending the man crashing into the bed of flowers with the branch falling over his head, creating a sickening crack.

It was this that snapped the kids out of their shock and instantly moved in to help.

Sato and Kirishima removed the branch from the man while the rest of them frantically loosened the white rope which turned out to be bandages wrapped on the man’s neck.

The man was surprisingly handsome. The phrase tall, dark and handsome fit this man's appearance perfectly. However, his appearance wasn't what caught all of their attentions. What caught their attention was the bandages wrapped around his exposed arms and neck…as well as the single, silvery handcuff locked around his right wrist.

“Hey…he couldn’t be a criminal, could he?” Hagakure spoke out everyone's thoughts. 

“There’s no way…right?” Sato mumbled unsurely. After all, who else but a criminal would go around with a handcuff?

“It could be cosplay though.” Sero pointed out.

Midoriya had a hand to his mouth, brows furrowed in deep concentration as he stared at the handcuff, then to the bandages possibly covering the man’s entire body. His green eyes flew wide as he looked over to the broken branch, then back to the man.

Those injuries…

The way he had dropped from the branch…

The way his bandages held him up…

And most importantly, that handcuff.

Suddenly, everything linked together in his brain as he imagined a vivid image of what had happened.

“Midoriya-chan, did you think of something?” Asui asked, a finger to her lips as she tilted her head curiously.

“It’s possible…that he’s trying to commit suicide.” Midoriya said seriously.

“S-suicide?!” Yaoyorozu gasped with her hands to her mouth.

“No shit, did you just think of that now?” Bakugou sneered.

“Why do you think that?” Kirishima asked. “His bandages could have just gotten tangled up.”

“But why would he be here?”

He put together a story of a criminal on the run, having no choice but to commit suicide in this isolated place…

"We should contact the police," Iida said as he pulled out his flip phone.

It was at that moment when the man sat up.

It was as if time had stopped for Class 1-A. They stared in shock at the man that had just so casually sat up, blinking those chocolate brown eyes as he stared back at the kids.

Just as the man parted his lips, the green-haired teen was already in his face, shouting, “Killing yourself is bad!”

“…Eh?” The brown-haired man stared at the boy blankly. Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to his expression, as the rest of the kids crowded around the man.

“Yeah, killing yourself is bad, dude!”

“You can talk to us, sir!”

“Tell us what’s wrong! I’m sure we can figure it out together!”

“You shouldn’t treat your life so lightly!”

The man blinked once…twice…and then, he laughed.

“I’m afraid there might be some misunderstand here.” The man chuckled as he pointed up at the branches stretched over their heads. “I was having lunch up there when I slipped, got my bandage caught in the branch and fell off.”

“I-is that so?” Midoriya was completely flushed in red from the embarrassment of misunderstanding the situation. He was so certain the man had been trying to kill himself…

“Fucking nerd.” Bakugou—who had been watching them as if they were idiots from the sideline—sneered. He turned to the man, eyes narrowed in suspicion and snapped in a rude tone, “Why the fuck were you having lunch in a tree with those scrawny limbs?”

It was the blond’s way of questioning why the man had climbed a tree when he clearly doesn’t have the physical ability to do so. Bakugou was suspecting the truth behind the man’s words, along with the man himself.

The man smiled and looked at Bakugou from the corner of his eyes. The brunet pulled one of his knees up, resting his elbow on top while his chin in the palm of his hand. His action made everyone shift their eyes to the handcuff dangling on his wrist. The cuff was bathed in the light of the setting sun, reflecting the crimson hue in a strange, eerie glint.

“Well, I was enjoying a good meal made by my ever-loving wife! But then I couldn’t help but overheard that little lady’s story. It gave me such a fright that I lost my balance and fell off!”

“Eeeeh?!” Ashido gapped, pointing to herself. “It’s my fault?!”

“Dude, you almost committed murder.” Kaminari teased the flustered girl.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes, obviously not pleased to have his question bypassed just like that. He opened his mouth, about to snap at the man when Kirishima interrupted him, causing the vein on his head to throb even harder.

“But you spat out blood!”

The man blinked, obviously confused. He wiped a hand over his lips and looked down at the red stain on his fingertips.

“Aaaah~ this is the tomato juice I was drinking!”

“Tomato juice?!”

The kids stared at the red stain. It really did look like blood…

“It’s disgusting, you should try it.” The man said merrily, causing more than half of them to stare at the man, wondering if they’ve heard wrong.

If it’s disgusting, why should they try it?

“Why the hell would we want to try that?!” Bakugou roared.

“It’s good for hair growth.” The man replied, looking back up at Bakugou. “Your temper reminds me of my wife—and you don’t look like you’ll grow tall either. If you keep this up you’ll start going bald after entering your twenties. Best to rack up vitamins while you still—”

It was at that moment when it happened.

All they saw was a blur of red flashing by their sight before their eardrums were assaulted by the loud, explosive sound. It was like the cracking sound of thunder—like something moving at a super high speed—tearing through the air.

And then…

Boink

A gust of wind was suddenly blasted into their faces, forcing the kids to shut their eyes as crimson petals and leaves danced wildly in the air.

When the sudden wind died down, they opened their eyes and the first thing they saw was the strange man—face planted an inch within the dirt with his butt sticking out of the flowers. Right next to mop of messy brown hair was something cylinder slowly rolling away.

Asui—being the closest person—bent down and picked it up.

“Gero?” She turned the object around in her hand blinked before holding it up so that her classmates could see.

“A…can?” Midoriya frowned in confusion.

It wasn’t just any can. On the tall can, there was the image of a juicy red tomato printed on it. At the bottom corner of the can was a dent.

They all stared at the can, then to the man still kissing the dirt.

“What was that just now?” Yaoyorozu asked uncertainly.

They all looked around to each other, but none of them had any answers.

It had all happened way too fast, and none of them had their eyes open enough to see anything. From what they felt and heard, the only explanation was this can—but that itself already made no sense! If this can was traveling at that kind of speed, it wouldn't just leave a dent. Shouldn’t the entire thing would be flattened from the force?

A couple of the students were looking up the tree, but they didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. 

“Ah…that’s where it went.” A large, slender hand reached out, taking the can from Asui.

“Are…are you alright?” Iida asked as they stared at the man who was rubbing the back of his head as he slowly got up.

“Yep.” The man replied as if he didn’t find the situation the slightest bit weird. His long, nimble fingers spun the can around as he looked back up at the kids with a Cheshire cat smile. “So, what brings you kids here?”

“Oh, we’re just looking around and—” Uraraka responded, but was cut off by the man holding up a hand to her.

“No,” the brunet corrected, “I meant, what brings you to Yokohama?”

A deathly silence filled the place. The U.A students stared at the man with wide eyes for three full seconds before panic seeped in.

“H-how did you know?!” Hagakure was close to tears. Three hours and they've already been exposed twice! She couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen if Aizawa was to find out!

“Well, for one thing, that young lady’s scarf is still down.” The man pointed at Ashido whose scarf indeed was down. Due to her wiping the strawberry jam off her lips, she had also wiped off some foundations, revealing the pink skin underneath.

Ashido hurriedly pulled up her scarf, but it was already meaningless by this point.

“And this place is closed to the public. Although there’s no sign, everyone in Yokohama knows they can’t enter this place.” The man added, causing the kids to stiffened.

“S-sorry, we didn’t mean to trespass. Can you not tell anyone about this?” Yaoyorozu pleaded.

“We’re not suspicious people! We’re just here on a tour!” Uraraka quickly added.

“Sure.” The man shrugged. “As long as you keep the fact that you’ve met me here a secret as well.”

“Why’s that?” Kirishima asked in confusion.

“As I've said, this place is closed to the public. It’ll be bad if I’m found here.”

“So you’re trespassing as well!” Bakugou accused.

“Never said I wasn’t.” The man hummed lightheartedly. "My workplace is nearby and this place got a good view. Though I am saddened to hear how such a romantic place has been turned into a horror story."

“Romantic?” Jiro looked around the red maples and flowers.

“May I ask what is this place?” Yaoyorozu was unable to contain her curiosity. After all, no matter what age, women will always be weak to the word romantic.

“Yes! Can you please tell us?” Hagakure pleaded.

“There’s no name yet, but this place was built four years ago.” The man began as he stood up, brushing the petals and leaves off his suits as he does so. He walked through the group of kids—all of them parting ways for him—and stood at the shore, bathed in the fiery light.

“The owner remodeled this place to propose to the person he loves. He planted the lilies and maples and proposed exactly at this time—when the sea and the sky are dyed in the colour of blood. He said…”

“Will you walk down this bloody path with me to and through the gate of hell?”

The kids all felt that strange chill from before returning, silently creeping up their spines and wrapped around their necks, making the air suddenly harder to breathe.

“And then…?” Uraraka asked hesitantly.

By now, all the girls' curiosity of the so-called romance died away, realizing that this was very different than what they've imagined.

The man slowly turned. With the crimson light shining behind him, he was covered in shadows.

The chill the kids were feeling suddenly turned into full out fear as their heart rates spiked. However, none of them could move. They just stared at the man, whose eyes were the only thing they were able to see. Those eyes were gleaming, reflecting the red around them—looking very much like the eyes of a devil.

“Of course…” The man stepped forward and all at once the kids held their breaths.

“His lover accepted his proposal and they got happily married!” The man suddenly burst out cheerfully, jumping right into their faces as the shadows peeled off him, revealing a gigantic smile on his lips.

“…HUH?” The students stared blankly at the man.

At the back of the group, Mineta tilted backward. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head as he tumbled into the flowers. Unfortunately, no one had noticed him, as all of them were too busy staring at the man.

“I-is that…a joke?” Aoyama stammered with a hand clenching his chest. He nearly had a heart attack!

“Of course not.” The man held up his right arm and showed them the handcuff on his wrist. "As proof of their love, they handcuffed each other, so that they will always be tied. Even in death, their sins will continue to bind them together.”

A moment of silence passed by as the kids stared at the man’s handcuff.

“Wait...that’s what that handcuff is?!” Iida gapped in realization before letting out a long breath of relief. Thank goodness the man wasn’t some criminal on the run.

“Did you think it was anything else?” The man tilted his head in a curious gesture.

“Ah, no, it’s just in Japan—I mean back at our home, we don't use uh, handcuffs,"  Ojiro explained awkwardly. In fact, it wasn’t just Japan…there’s probably nowhere else in the world that would propose with handcuffs…

“Though I think it’s romantic!” Hagakure swooned, earning surprised and weird looks from her classmates.

“After that, a myth began in Yokohama.” The man hummed. “They say that if you proposed when the sky and the sky are at the reddest, your love will receive blessings from Port Mafia.”

“Port Mafia?” Tokoyami gasped.

“What does Port Mafia got anything to do with this?” Sato asked.

“Hmm? Did I not tell you?” The man blinked innocently. “The one who made this place and proposed is the current boss of the Port Mafia.”

“EEEEEEEEEH?!”

The last bit of sunlight has vanished into the sea. The sky was gradually turning purple as the crimson that once bathed this land began to fade into the coming darkness.

“Now then, I believe it’s time for you kids to get going.” The brunet waved his hand. “If you’re gone for too long, your guardian will be worried.”

As if on cue, the ringing sound of phone echoed into the air.

At first, none of the kids reacted, as it’s wasn’t a ringtone any of them were familiar with. But then they remembered the temporary phones they were given and immediately started frantically pulling them out.

In the end, it turned out the ringing was from Midoriya’s phone.

“Hello?” Midoriya put the phone on speaker as everyone gathered around him. The man just stood there, hands tucked in his pockets as he watched them quietly.

“WHERE DID YOU GUYS GO?!” A panicky voice none of them had ever heard of before shouted through the speaker. “Give me your location! I’m coming right now!”

“E-eh?! Uh…” Midoriya panicked as he looked around, finding nothing that could possibly indicate their current location. Then, Midoriya’s eyes got drawn to the tall stranger. He was smiling at him and mouthing a string of words.

Midoriya wasn’t supposed to understand. He knew nothing about lip-reading, but he understood the man perfectly. His lips moved in such clear and simplistic ways that Midoriya could almost hear him whispering the words into his ears. He shivered at the weird feeling but quickly relayed the address he has gotten. 

With a sharp click, the person on the other side hung up.

“...What do you guys think that’s about?” Kirishima asked as he looked around his companions. 

“They couldn’t have found out…could they?” Mineta—who was woken up by the phone call—shivered at the thought of the teachers finding out what happened early today.

“Either way, we should get going," Shouji suggested. The rest of the students nodded before remembering the strange man who was still standing there, watching them with a light smile on his lips.

“Although it wasn’t my intention, I did cause you some trouble. I apologize for that. I do hope you’ll enjoy our city during your stay.” And then, the man held his long index finger to his thin lips. “Remember not to tell anyone you’ve met me here, or I’ll be in huge trouble.”

“O-of course!” Yaoyorozu bowed. “Thank you for keeping our secret as well!”

“Just make sure to wrap yourselves up properly next time. You never know who might be watching.”

“Yes! Thank you so much!” Ashido along with the rest of the class thanked the man. They hurriedly left, afraid that if they waste any more time whoever was on the phone would call back to yell at them again.

Chocolate brown eyes trailed after the kids, watching them until they vanished into the shadows of the forest.

As the night began to set in, scarlet lanterns that were hidden within the maple trees began to light up one by one, illuminating the man’s surroundings and once more bathing the field in crimson light.

The leaves of the Japanese maples turned transparent from the light, revealing the silhouette of a person sitting high up on the branch.

“Da-za-iiii!” A low and husky voice growled from behind the curtain of red, stretching out the name of the brunet who gazed up the tree with a sly smile.

“Yes, Chuu-yaaa~?” The man sang back, stretching out the other’s name just as long.

“The fuck’s with that shitty story?!” The figure snapped, shadows moving behind the leaves yet despite his movements, the branch he perched on didn’t shake by the slightest bit.

“My dear, how could you say that about our love proposals?!” Dazai gasped with one hand to his heart while his handcuffed hand stretched towards the figure.

The tree shook this time. Within a whirlwind of leaves, a man dressed in all black dropped down, landing gracefully within the flowers as his wavy pumpkin orange locks fluttered in the air.

“Love proposal?” The man snorted. “Since when did bringing me to this damn place without any explanation, handcuffed me, ordering me never to take it off and to cross the Styx River with your shitty ass became a love proposal?!”

“Oh?” Amusement swirled within Dazai’s brown eyes as he stared at his companion. “But according to my memory, Chuuya agreed to it, didn’t you? You said you’ll spend the rest of your life with me~!”

“Like hell I did! I said I’ll—!” Chuuya cut himself off, pink hue slowly dusting over his cheeks as he finally realized just what the other man was trying to gull him into saying.

"Yes?" Dazai was meaning dangerously close to Chuuya. “What was it you’ve said again, Chuu-yaaa?”

Scarlet burst across the shorter man’s face, but it wasn’t red from embarrassment. He was red from anger as the veins beneath his forehead throbbed.

Dazai chuckled as he gracefully leaped back—just in time to avoid a slender leg coming at him in a roundhouse kick. Then he raised a hand, catching the tomato can that came hurling at him once more, except this time it lacked the speed and power it had before.

And then—Dazai was swept off his legs.

He fell into the flowers, his back hitting painfully against the hard ground and was pinned down by the weight of another person. He smirked, not even the slightest bit surprised as he stared at the petite man sitting on top of him, looking down at him with a dead serious look.

“…You promised you wouldn’t do it again.”

“Hm?” Dazai tilted his head. Burnt umber eyes stared into those bright blue eyes that seemed to glow in the night sky. There was a mixture of bitterness and anger swirling within them like a storm—well, mostly anger.

“That.” Chuuya spat. “Your idiotic suicides!”

“But Chuuya!” Dazai countered innocently. “You’re the one who kicked me off the tree!”

“I wouldn’t have kicked you in the first place if you just behave like an adult!” Chuuya roared. He grabbed Dazai by the collar and with just a single hand, he jerked the brunet up so that they were face to face. “You made me kick you! Right after you tied your bandage onto a fucking branch in my blind spot!”

“Which means it wasn’t suicide!” Dazai chirped merrily.

The sounds of veins snapping could be heard from the shorter man.

Thinking quickly, Dazai did the only thing that could save him from the incoming pain. He leaned forward, closing the last bit of gap between them as his lips captured a pair of softer ones. While his lover was frozen in the state of shock, Dazai wrapped his arms around the redhead’s small and lithe frame. With a flip, he rolled them around, their lips never detaching as Chuuya sprawled beneath him.

The kiss lasted for a full minute before Dazai had to reluctantly pull away.

“Besides,” The brunet licked his lips, marveling the way the redhead’s lips glistened in the warm lighting. “I know Chuuya would save me. Didn’t you break that branch for me?”

“I rather not be put under suspicion of murdering you on top of all these shits you’ve started.” Chuuya huffed, turning his head away and refusing to keep looking at that irritating smug face.

“So?” He spoke with full sarcasm, “What the fuck was that about?”

“Of course it was to teach those kids a lesson.” Dazai huffed. “I spent months planning this romantic theme for my proposal and to hear them using it as a horror story saddens me greatly!”

“Like hell anyone would find this creepy place romantic!” Chuuya rolled his eyes, clearly not believing a word that comes out of the other’s mouth.

“Oh? Then perhaps I could change your mind…” Dazai was already reaching for those delectable lips when…

“Ahem~”

“Ugh!” Dazai crumbled into the spider lilies. His body was curled up like a shrimp in boiling water with arms clutching over his stomach where he had been mercilessly punched.

Chuuya was instantly on his feet, petals fluttering off him in his haste as he bowed to the tall woman slowly walking out from the crimson maple trees as if she was on an evening stroll. She carried a crimson parasol over her head, protecting her from the fluttering leaves of the forest. 

“Ane-san!” Chuuya greeted respectfully.

“My, my~ I do hope I am not interrupting.” The woman said, bringing her pink kimono sleeve up to her lips. She was seemingly hiding her smile, but her sleeve was just low enough for the two men to see the corner of her curved lips.

“As an executive, it is part of my duty to make sure our boss’s image does not get tarnished in the hearts of our men, so I decided to come first and make sure you’re…” Her ruby red eyes looked over the brunet up and down. “Presentable.”

"But of course," Dazai said through gritted teeth while maintaining a smile matching the woman's. “Chuuya.”

Chuuya reached into his pocket, pulling out a roll of bandage as he began unwrapping the messy old bandages from Dazai’s neck and replacing them with new ones. The woman watched the two’s interactions, the mocking smile on her lips turning genuine as she turned her attention elsewhere.

Specifically—the ruined flower field.

Due to Dazai’s idiocy and the appearances of twenty kids walking around, a lot of the spider lilies were crushed 

“Such a pity for these flowers to wilt like this.” The woman lamented. “They would make a very nice bouquet.”

“Take as much as you like, Kouyou-san.” Dazai waved his hand dismissively.

“Well…since the boss so generously offered, who am I to reject?” Kouyou reached down and pick up a beautiful spider lily that had its stem bent. “I’m sure Boss wouldn’t mind me taking a detour for tomorrow’s mission, would you?”

“Of course not.” Dazai stood up once Chuuya fixed his bandage in place.

Chuuya held a hand towards the maple tree he had been hiding within when the kids were present. From within the crimson leaves, a black coat and a long maroon scarf came flying out, shrouded by crimson light as they flew into the man’s outstretched hand.

Dazai didn’t move as he allowed Chuuya to put the black jacket over his shoulders and the long scarf around his neck. Just as the shorter man was about to put away the bandages, a slender hand touched his, stopping his movement.

“Kouyou-san, what are your thoughts on those kids?” Dazai asked as he took the bandages from Chuuya.

The elegant woman smiled, not the slightest bit ashamed in knowing she had been caught peeking. After all, it was also part of her duty to watch over her young boss.

“Not worth mentioning.” Kouyou’s words were harsh, yet her voice was still light and airy as if she was discussing the weather.

The sound of footsteps came from all directions around them. One by one, men and women emerged from the shadows. Most of them were all dressed in black suits with sunglasses hiding their faces. They all knelt and dipped their heads low, bowing respectfully to the brown-haired man standing at the center.

Kouyou grinned as a dangerous glint flickered across her sharp eyes. “Even to the very end, those children have no idea that their lives had been spared.”

That’s right, the moment those Heroes-in-training got close to Dazai, a noose had been wrapped around each of their necks. All they needed was a signal and those children’s life would have ended as quickly as a snap of a finger.

“Chuuya?” Dazai turned his gaze to Chuuya who had assumed his business attitude—standing dutifully by his side with his hands folded behind his back.

“I’m with Ane-san," Chuuya responded. “If those were my subordinates, I would have given each of them three shots.”

The kids had high awareness, but that was the extent of it. None of them were able to figure out the truth behind everything.

Despite what Dazai said, Chuuya knew why the brunet had hung himself.

As those kids stood within the flowers, their senses were alerting them of danger. They were able to sense the danger they were in, but they were too unfamiliar with the sense of death hanging over their heads, so they weren’t able to pinpoint exactly what their body was alerting their brains of.

This was all due to their lack of experience and the peaceful lives they’ve undoubtedly led.

Dazai’s dramatic entrance shattered that. He drew all of their attention onto himself, making them dismiss the uneasy feeling they’ve had ever since arriving. Even if they felt anything off after that, those suspicions would all be directed at Dazai, not their surroundings.

And that was all built upon Dazai giving them a chance.

When that pale-haired boy questioned Dazai on his lie, Dazai used the most obvious way possible to change the topic. There was a handful within the group that noticed, but none of them pointed that out—not even the boy that questioned it.

“It goes to show the levels of Heroes and Villains these days.” Dazai hummed.

Chuuya snorted quietly. There were so many things he wanted to retort about his Boss, but he couldn’t do that with all these people present. Kouyou was right. As executives, they had to at the very least protect the image of their boss—though Chuuya liked to argue that their boss's image was tarnished years ago.

“Chuuya.” Upon being called again, Chuuya looked up and was shocked by what he was seeing. “Help me out here. It’s a bit hard to do this without a mirror.”

“…I thought you should be used to it by now.” Chuuya muttered, eyes unable to leave the man’s face as he drank in that nostalgic sight. He slowly reached his hands up, the situation still feeling surreal to him as he helped fixed the bandages in place.

Even Kouyou’s eyes rounded as she stared at Dazai.

“If the former boss was to see you now…he would be very pleased.” She whispered gently in a nostalgic tone.

Right there, standing at the very center, was a brown-haired man dressed in nothing but black with bandages wrapped around his left eye—concealing half of his face. This was no longer the Dazai they’ve familiarized themselves with for the past couple of years. 

This was the old Dazai—the Dazai before the battle with Mimic.

This was the Demon Prodigy of Port Mafia—the other half of Double Black.

Chuuya stepped back after he finished tying the knot. The face that was now in front of him perfectly overlapped with the one in his childhood memories.

Dazai gave the orange-haired man a light smile before his expression completely changed. Warmth seeped away from those soft brown eyes, taking a darker, colder glint that will make anyone who looked into them shiver in fright.

“Now then.”

At the change of his tone, the two executives got down to their knees. Chuuya took off his hat, placing it against his chest while Kouyou had retracted her parasol and laid it by her side.

Their free time was over.

Now, it was time for them to get to work.

“Tachihara, what are the statuses of our guests?” Dazai looked towards a young man with spikey auburn hair and a bandage over the bridge of his nose.

The man was one of the few within the group to not wear the standard black suits, but a green jacket with fur around the collar and a white v-neck shirt with black borders underneath.

“They have settled within Block 03, just as you predicted, Boss.” The young man responded. “The Black Lizard is on standby for your orders.”

“Send out three men to tail each member. If they show signs of trying to shake you off, let them. In two days, they will be contacting us—right when Hirotsu-san returns from his vacation, I believe?”

“Yes, Boss.” Tachihara nodded.

Dazai didn’t look at Tachihara anymore. He gazed up at the full moon shining brightly within the night sky. A gentle breeze flew by, causing the crimson leaves to rustle as the lanterns within swayed lightly.

This short moment of peacefulness was shattered by the next words that came out of Dazai’s mouth.

“Release Q.”

All mafia members that had been within Port Mafia long enough or had at least heard the rumours stiffened in alarm. Even Kouyou—given her years of experience—twitched ever so slightly at hearing the name.

The only one completely unaffected was Chuuya. The man continued to kneel by his boss’s side, head dipped low as with his bangs falling over his face, hiding his expression from the rest of the world.

“Will that be wise?” Kouyou questioned, lifting her head just enough for her eyes to meet with Dazai’s. “He is still being punished for escaping his confinement during the Guild’s attack.”

"I believe he has learned his lesson," Dazai smirked. “A proper caretaker has already been arranged.”

“Then as you command, I will release him.” Kouyou lowered her head once more, easily accepting her boss’s decision.

Dazai turned, coat whirling around him like a dark cape as he walked off with Chuuya and Kouyou close behind him. 

“Let’s go, we have a long night ahead of us.”

“YES, BOSS!”

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It had taken a while for Class 1-A to leave the forest.

In the beginning, the darkness made it hard to navigate, especially when none of them familiar with their surroundings. However, halfway through, lights suddenly appeared within the trees, chasing away the darkness and allowing them to see properly. When they looked through the leaves, they found that those were red lanterns hung on the branches. The red coating on the lanterns was the same colour as the maple leaves. That was why none of them had noticed during the day.

The lanterns lid up their paths little by little. Drawn by the gorgeous lights, their feet had unintentionally slowed as they admired the scenery.

By the time they’ve made it out into the street, the sky was completely dark. They waited there, watching cars passing by until they heard a voice in the distance.

“You guys!”

They all turned to see a boy running over to them. He looked only a couple years older than them with butterscotch coloured hair, a v-neck shirt and a red sweater tied around his waist.

“I was looking everywhere for you guys!” The boy nearly shouted in panic, then looked towards the entrance to the forest as if it would turn into a monster at any moment and devour him. “Please don’t tell me you went in there!”

“W-we uh…” Uraraka stuttered, not sure how to explain.

“Who are you?” Iida asked, but the other person wasn’t listening at all as he pulled out his phone to check the time.

“It’s already seven! Coming on, we need to head back to the Agency or we’ll never hear the end of it!”

Hearing the word Agency, Class 1-A finally realized that this person must have been the caller—meaning he was also someone from the Armed Detective Agency. Although none of them had any idea what had happened, they followed the boy around the city, arriving back in the Agency in half an hour.

“YOU MORONS!” Kunikida all but exploded in their faces the moment they made it back into the office.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Aizawa was standing right next to the blond, glaring at them with those gleaming red eyes with his hair fluttering in the air.

“After I specifically told you not to use your Quirks, you used it and even attacked an Ability user!”

“Hiie! H-how did he know?!” Mineta cried, jumping into Kaminari’s arms as the two boys quivered.

“Not even going to make excuses huh?” Aizawa said darkly. “You kids got guts.”

“W-wait, please hear us out, sensei!” Kirishima shouted, but Kunikida cut them off as he opened up his notebook.

“Minoru Mineta, peeked under a girl’s skirt at 2:43pm. The lady, Lucy Maud Montgomery then trapped him within her Ability. Not only did you guys not properly talked to her to defuse the situation or call one of us, Bakugou Katsuki even taunted her to activate her Ability despite not having any clear understanding of her powers. Then within her dimension, just because you didn’t think you were being watched, you all activated your Quirks against one lady.”

“H-how?!” Ashido spluttered.

“Allow me to introduce.” Kunihida snapped his notebook shut as the young man from before walked over to the blond. “This is Junichirou Tanizaki. He has been tasked with watching over you during your time outside.”

“Hello.” The boy, Junichirou Tanizaki, greeted meekly.

“Watching over us?” Midoriya was digging into his memories, trying to recall anything but nothing came to his mind.   

“Since when?” Iida gasped, also having no idea how none of them noticed.

“Since the beginning.” Kunikida replied.

“Then…don’t tell me you were in Lucy’s dimension as well?” Kirishima gasped.

“I was.” Tanizaki nodded.

“Impossible! We didn’t see you at all!” Bakugou shouted.

“Tanizaki.” Kunikida looked over to Tanizaki who nodded.

Then, right in front of their eyes, Tanizaki changed. Within a mass of green pixels, the young man disappeared. In his place was a large built man in his forties dressed in standard bus driver uniforms.

Toshinori and Aizawa immediately recognized this man. It took a while for the kids, but one by one they began to recalled who that was.

“Aren’t you…the bus driver?!” Ashido gapped in shock.

“That’s right! You were…wait…what’s going on?” Kirishima furiously scratched his head.

“An illusion?” Midoriya blinked when something drifted by his eyes. He thought it was a large piece of dust, but when he looked around, he realized that it was suddenly snowing.

No, this wasn’t snow. These were light particles coming down from the green aurora that came out of nowhere and shrouded them.

“What is this?” Uraraka stretched out her hand and watched her fingers going through the green light. She couldn’t feel anything. There was no warmth or coldness coming from the light. It was as if it wasn’t even real.

“This is my Ability, Light Snow.” The bus driver replied. In another mass of green pixels, Tanizaki transformed back to himself. “I used my Ability to hide within you guys before you got transported into the other dimension.”

“Tanizaki’s Ability allows him to create illusions." Kunikida explained, vein still throbbing in his head. “That was how he’s been tailing you without any of you noticing. If Lucy Maud Montgomery had more battle experiences, she may have noticed she took one extra person in, but she didn’t. Since Tanizaki can slip in without anyone noticing, it won’t be surprising if someone from the Port Mafia had done the same.”

“T-then—” Aoyama became extremely pale.

“Were we found out?” Todoroki asked, voice calm and steady compared to most of his classmates.

That was apparently the wrong thing to ask, as Kunikida looked even more irritated—if that was even possible. The blond-haired man pulled out a letter from his pocket. It was a very wrinkled letter—as if someone had crushed it repeatedly within his palm.

They watched as Kunikida pulled out the letter from within the white envelope, eyebrow twitching as he began to read the content to them.

“Dear Armed Detective Agency,

It has come to my attention that the students of U.A High School have violated our agreement with regards to the usage of Quirks. On behave of their principal, and the fact that their actions did not impact Yokohama specifically, I will overlook it.

I suppose I am partly to blame in thinking that the elites within the Armed Detective Agency would be able to properly monitor them. I do hope you’ll be more adequate in the future.

Sincerely,

Port Mafia.”

The sounds of knuckles crackling were the only warning they got as the next couple minutes, Kunikida went berserk. It was like the last thread of his sanity had snapped. He fisted two ends of the letter, tearing it in half before he proceeded to shred them into tiny pieces within his hands before rolling them into a ball and slamming it into the trash can so hard that the papers just ended up flying back out.

“All of you go to the meeting room, NOW!” He ordered as some of the tiny pieces of paper landed within his hair.

None of them dared to speak. They quietly shuffled towards the room with Tanizaki kindly leading the way. After they went in, Tanizaki closed the door and came back over to where the two U.A teachers and Kunikida waited.

 “Tanizaki. It’s not like you to lose some kids.” Kunikida said. Despite shoulder so much calmer, his hands were still busy tearing apart the envelope that had come with the letter. “What happened?”

Aizawa and All Might were curious as well.

They may not understand the boy’s skills, but just from his Ability, they could tell first hand just how good this illusion was. If a normal person can stalk a group of twenty kids walking down the street, it made no sense that a professional would fail at something so simple.

The uncertain look on Tanizaki’s face turned serious as he retold the event from his perspective.

“I was following them after they parted with that former Guild member. Just when I was crossing the street, a car ran through the red light and came right at me. By the time I dodged and look back, the kids were gone.”

Kunikida clicked his teeth as irritation returned at full speed.

“Is it the Port Mafia?” Despite asking, Toshinori was already one hundred percent certain of his guess. After all, this kind of diversion was too deliberate. They weren't even trying to hide it! On top of that, there was also the timing of the letter…no matter how he thought about it, it could only be the Port Mafia.

“Where did you find them?” Kunikida then questioned his co-worker.

“…They were standing in front of the gate to that forest.” Tanizaki mumbled, clapping his hands over his ears just in time to block out his superior’s scream.

“WHAT?!”

“What is wrong with this forest?” Aizawa frowned. Just by the two’s reactions, it can’t be anything good.

“There is a small forest around here owned by the current Port Mafia boss.” Kunikida replied seriously as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “No one but the Port Mafias ever goes in there.”

“You don’t mean…” Aizawa and Toshinori felt their hearts skipped a beat.

“Looks like we’ll need some serious talk with the kids.” Toshinori sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

The Port Mafia…what exactly are they planning?

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