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Interdimensional Therapy AU - Part 4

A crossover fic with @laughteronsilverwings!!

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As usual, starts with s!jeanist and switches pov with every '-'

TW: none, however do tell me if I have missed anything!

Tsunagu frowns at Jean- well, scrunches his eyebrows, because they’re both wearing masks. A medical mask for him and a… denim collar-belt-buckle thing for Jean. “You haven’t gotten rid of them?”

Is he just that used to being watched, that he doesn’t care? Or is there some sort of scrambler here?

“Why keep them around?” Tsunagu is genuinely curious about this. He focuses for a little bit, scrambling for the wires in the bugs that he’d missed on his first sweep… there. He wraps his quirk around them, ready to rip them out. “Will you get hurt or negatively affected if you remove them?”

The I could get rid of them for you lingers in the air, unspoken. He doesn’t know if Jean knows this game of politics and spoken-unspoken things, though. They probably have… really different backgrounds.

Tsunagu sees no use in keeping the bugs around. Maybe to keep a facade of look at me I'm harmless and obedient, but, well- Jean doesn’t really seem the type of person to have that as a first option. He’s more the type to go straight up and punch people.

Tsunagu swallowed.

I could get rid of them.

That’s what was written in that gaze, that body language- everything.

“Not me… never me. Which is why they stay intact, and stay there.” Tsunagu spoke, his tone lowering as a warning. “You understand, right?”

He hopes he does. The life of someone very important to him would be riding on his hands if he didn’t.

“Destroying a bug? Maybe not the worst that could happen. But I'd rather not take risks.”

Ah. So they’ve got leverage over Jean. And Tsunagu can’t sense any camera-wires, so- he carefully unwinds himself from the wires, and pulls out the maths sheet he was doing earlier. And a pencil.

Then he starts writing. In my ‘verse, the HPSC has a history of silencing, disappearing, ect, people that disagree with them to an extreme degree. They have a history of morally dubious actions. They have a history of grooming children to be heroes.

Tsunagu ends the sentences there. Jean is in the position of a tool that at least one party has no problem with using. Though, it seems like they’re being careful with him… maybe a tracker or two, and maybe a ‘friend’ with the person he cares about to keep both of them(?) in line. But if their leverage disappears, then… well. Jean would -from what Tsunagu’s seeing right now- either shatter or snap, and he didn’t like any of those options.

So he slides the paper and pencil over to Jean. Pauses. Writes one more thing down.

Do you know sign language? There are no cameras in this apartment.

Tsunagu reads Arcane’s writing. Ah… so there was no difference there, then.

He smiled bitterly and took the pencil, trying to keep his hands steady as he wrote his response.

I see… it seems that the HPSC is the same through both our ‘verses, then. Being a hero, though not of very high rank as of now, we get silenced even more. Hence why I may come across as overly-paranoid. One little slip can cost a life, hero license, etc. which is why I won’t risk it. And yes, I know sign language. Though lingering on this subject for too long or going silent for too long may seem suspicious. You know-

He finished scribbling and placed the pencil down, flipping the paper for Arcane to read.

Tsunagu scans the paper. Ah. Alright. He lifts his hands up and starts signing, at the same time where he starts asking about less-high-risk things. His mouth says: “Oh, so… the one in my ‘verse probably has less paperwork and… things. More secrets but less corruption. I think. I’m actually not sure how it works, but thanks for the written run-down of all the departments. So- it’s my turn to ask a question, right?”

With his hands, he says: Ah. I know, don’t worry. We can slowly change the topic from politics to life. I’m going to ask you if you have any family next, if it’s my turn. I think it’s still yours, though. If you still want to talk about your H-P-S-C -He has to fingerspell that- we can do it outside, on the rooftops or somewhere shadier. Or in sign.

Tsunagu slips the paper back into his pouch as he waits for an answer.

Tsunagu nodded, bringing up his hands to do the same.

He opens his mouth. “Of course! No problem, it’s pretty confusing, but I’m happy to help. Yeah, I do believe it’s your turn now?”

His hands sign differently.

Thank you. I think it’s safer to move topic now. Feel free to ask first.

There. Simple, right? Well- no not really, but hey, none of this made sense anyway! He was talking to an alternate-universe-version of himself!

He gave Arcane a simple nod, indicating that he was done talking… well, signing.

Hm. Honestly? Tsunagu is hungry. And this is France. At night France. Perfect time to ‘get lost’ because they don’t have a map. And they are both (probably) notorious disaster magnets. “Do you know any good street-food places? Like- night markets. Places which have flocks of people going to them… Paris has a good nightlife, right? And you’ll probably have disguises.”

He smiles at Jean. “Want to go clubbing or something? We can- well, you can show me around. I don’t think I’ve been to Paris before.”

That is a blatant fucking lie, but hey. Jean’s got no way of knowing that, and Tsunagu’s not just going to spill all his secrets in a bugged apartment. “Also, I’m, uh, kinda hungry,” He admits quietly, lowering his tone as if he’s embarrassed, not bothering with body language. “I didn’t eat lunch.”

On cue, his stomach rumbles a little bit.

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parent and child..

civilian: hi is this?? your kid??

e!jeanist: uh-

s!jeanist: hes my brother! nii-san. stop getting lost!

e!jeanist: youre?? the one that got lost?

s!jeanist, grabbing onto e!jeanist’s hand: no it was you. thanks for helping me find my nii-san.

civilian: no problem! look after your… sibling, okay? bye!

e!jeanist: what the fuck

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“Oh- well, that makes two of us who didn’t eat lunch!” Tsunagu jokingly said, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms out, ready to get up… like an old person… ough… he felt old.

“That's a good point though! I know a couple of good food stalls.” He paused, getting up and walking to the little small chest that sat beside the bed, pulling out some sweaters and hoodies, turtlenecks, jeans… more jeans… even more jeans…

Okay that’s enough jeans.

“Did you need any clothes? Spares or… I don’t know, extra layers? Disguise- wait- no, this isn’t your ‘verse… Oh god, are people gonna mistake us as parent and child? I sure hope not…” Tsunagu trailed off again, fiddling with the clothes. “Or maybe that is a good idea…I don’t know…”

Okay, maybe his focus splits too fast and he gets distracted a little too easily, but that’s okay… he just needs to… get back to what he was doing, please.

“OH! Sorry! I was trying to ask if you wanted one of these when we go out?” He held out the options. “Just in case? It’s a little cold at this time of day.”

He tilted his head, moving his hands slightly. “You don’t have any sensitivities to certain fabric, do you? I know I do- Oh hey! That could count as a question!” He laughed.

Well. Jean’s focus is… scattered, but that isn’t a bad thing. Tsunagu’s pretty sure he thinks like that. Maybe? Sort of? Eh, whatever. But given the, uh, circumstances Jean’s in, and what he can guess at… he’s pretty sure this needs like. A sort of check-up? An intervention? A talk with a friend?

‘Cause, like Jean is showing quite a few signs of trauma. Hypervigilance. Extreme hypervigilance, paranoia (yet again, under the hypervigilance thingy)... uh, everything about his situation. Someone having leverage over you… Tsunagu hates that thought. So much. He wants to claw out the eyes of this theoretical person.

How is Jean not snapping and going on a murder spree? Tsunagu’s fairly sure he would do something like that. Arrange assassinations. Grit his teeth and bear it, for a little bit, and then take bloody revenge. An eye for an eye might not fix anything, but it’d absolutely make him feel better.

“Thanks. I don’t think I’ve got anything… but, uh, I’d rather not take anything made from plastic, if possible. It tastes weird.”

Tsunagu walks over and peeks into the chest, ducking around Jean. There’s a lot of denim in here. “Why do you have so much denim?” Ooh, actually- “What if we go out as like… siblings? We look enough like each other. And with some visual differences… do you have traditionally female clothing? I don’t mind wearing skirts, if you have leggings.”

He reaches up and pulls the medical mask he’s been wearing off, and rubs at his face. It always feels way too oily, after a little bit. “I’ll skip the mask for tonight.”

Do you want new names? Tsunagu signs at Jean. France has people from all over. We could go with European names, or I can just call you Jean…

What would he call himself, though? Eh. He’d let Jean come up with that. Tsunagu reaches into his pocket and pulls out his glasses case- he doesn’t need need them, but they help out a little bit. And change his face shape.

Androgyny for the win. Tsunagu loves confusing people with his whole heart. It’s wonderful. He pulls on the frameless glasses and blinks a few times to adjust. Everything comes into crystal-clear clarity, and- yep. Yep, that is still a dick on the wall.

Tsunagu will choose not to question Jean’s choice of decor. Oh. Actually…

He pulls his phone out to google ‘french names meaning mystery’. He may as well keep with the theme.

Tsunagu nodded, flicking open another small box of clothes. (he had plenty, there was no shortage of clothes in this Jeanist’s apartment-)

“Feel free to rummage through that one if you’d like! There’s plenty of random skirts, dresses, shorts and other things in there - mostly stuff I made back in the fashion college.” He paused, picking out his own clothes, he would definitely need a disguise. Best Jeanist can’t be randomly spotted in Paris after just being in Japan. That would cause suspicion, to say the least. “Don’t worry about the material- most of them are cotton or silk, I have rather sensitive skin.”

Siblings. That could work. Considering they look incredibly alike… for obvious reasons.

Tsunagu raised his hands and signed back: You can call me Wren. Jean is a little too close to my hero name for now. Besides, there are… a couple of people who may recognise me. He paused, looking at the clothes. Best be safe. But what about you? A different name? Or still Arcane?

He picked up the clothes he was going to wear and headed to the bathroom to change, sticking his head out again quickly. “Oh! And don’t worry if they don’t fit- they’ll probably be a tiny bit too big- I can adjust them if you’d like! Or you can, if well- if you’d prefer to do it yourself. Feel free to change them how you like.”

Wren, huh? Like the bird. He’s pretty sure it’s… maybe a common name in France? Eh, whatever. Not a lot of people cared, anyways. He slid his phone into his bag- for once, nameberry.com had failed him. So no French name for him.

Tsunagu walked over and started looking through the box of clothes, signing as he did, hands placed so Jean could see them. Let’s keep Arcane for me- maybe you can, I dunno, call me Arc? Accy? Cane? Up to you.

He stopped at a sweater. Grey. And soft. It felt like what he imagined clouds would be like as a kid.

“Ah- I’m taking your grey sweater.” He held it up. It was… way too big for him. Came-down-to-his-knees big. Not for the first time, Tsunagu looked forward to his growth spurt. He wasn’t too short now, but… still. “I’ll adjust it myself. Do you mind if I make gloves out of the extra material?”

He reached out and started unraveling fibers- they came off easily, and soon enough, he’s got a correctly-sized sweater in his hands. Tsunagu slips it over the hero mech tee he’s wearing. It covers everything nicely.

Now, pants. Well. Skirt and leggings. He finds them easy enough. Black leggings, tightly woven with… was that kevlar? Huh. Nice. And a blue-gray skirt that was down to his knees. He pulls his pants off, puts the leggings and skirt on, and just kinda… weaves the jeans into the skirt to make it more durable.

The end result looked okay. He checked in a mirror. With the glasses and clothing, Tsunagu looked like a wonderful mix of gender confusion. He twirls in a circle. The skirt swishes a little bit, but not too much, probably because of the jeans. No bugs or wires or tracking things that he could feel out. Okay. What was he missing?

Oh, right, the extra material… well, he was already wearing gloves. Eh, he’ll just weave it back into the sweater. Make it thicker. Maybe make it into a jacket-type thing? Hmm.

He peeks back into the chest of clothing, rummaging around a little bit more.

…There was a black trenchcoat in there. That already fit on Tsunagu, actually, so that was a nice surprise. And there’s a little bit of extra wool-stuff that he can use to make little swirly patterns on the edges, and he quickly busies himself with that. “Actually- Jean, do you have hair extensions? My hair’s a little bit longer than yours already, but I think it’d help with changing my face-shape a little bit.”

He also kind of wants to see what he looks like. So Tsunagu walks over to the bathroom, carefully not looking into it, and knocks on the frame. Just in case Jean hadn’t been listening.

Tsunagu stuck a thumbs up out of the crack of the door. “You got it! Hair extensions, huh?” He thought for a second. He’s pretty sure he kept some from that time when- nevermind. “There should be a box on the top shelf inside the wardrobe!” He called out, flicking the door open with his quirk. “Sorry it’s probably a little dusty in there- I didn’t use it very much for anything apart from storage- but feel free to go through that!!”

He proceeded to remove his hero costume, folding it neatly and placing it aside. He checked over the small scratches from work earlier that day… god he forgot about that bit… and used his quirk to lift up the brown turtleneck he picked up.

‘Change of style? Who’s that? I only know wearing the same outfit all the time.’ He mentally joked to himself, shaking his head. He really needed to branch out from his regular comfort clothes eventually. But they were his comfort clothes and to be honest, comfort was the only thing Tsunagu needed during this time.

He pulled the sweater over his head and smoothed it down. It was a tiny bit short, but that’s okay- Eighteen-year-old-him wasn’t that long at the time. He picked up the light blue skinny jeans he’d chosen out of the wide range of jeans he had, and put those on with ease. Okay he would’ve worn his favorite orange pleated skirt underneath, but he’d taken that back to Japan. So jeans it was.

Okay. Not that bad. Could style it a little more, but pretty decent!

Tsunagu did a tiny bit of styling and changed his earrings around, debating on whether or not to bother with the other piercings. He’s going to wear a mask, no doubt about that. Yeah. He won’t bother.

Sure, he’d be less recognisable without the mask, but… well… scars and insecurities say ‘no thank you’, so he’ll just stick with some tinted glasses. He’s sure that he has a box of those somewhere too.

He ran his fingers through his hair and made a face at himself in the mirror. He’d straightened it this morning, but it was starting to separate and get all frizzy again. ‘Ugh. Dust.’ he shook his head and used a mixture of his quirk and a few pins to slick his bangs back, styling his hair differently to how he usually would. ‘There. That’ll do.’

Oh! “Actually, Arcane?” He called out to the younger-not-him. “In that wardrobe, there should be a pair of heeled boots -well, there may be several pairs- but there’s a pair of black ones with fluffy tops- are they in there? Could you just take those out for me, before you close the wardrobe, please?”

He loved those boots, and was so sad that he left them here… so maybe there was an upside to being magically teleported to France.

Tsunagu blinks, halfway to the closet. Heeled boots? Aren’t they supposed to be blending in? Well- he guesses that maybe fashion was… different here? And in his stay in Paris, he hadn’t exactly been keeping an eye on the trends. Fashion trends, that was. He’d kept an eye on the criminal-trends so he didn’t get murdered in his sleep.

“Alright. But, uh, aren’t we supposed to be blending in? Because you’re kind of a celebrity, right?” Tsunagu called over his shoulder, looking into the closet… boots with the fur, box- there. On the same upper shelf, actually.

He reached a tendril up to grab them. No trouble, and Tsunagu opened the box to find hair that matched his.

He settled on a down-to-shoulder blades extension, clipped them on, and put the box back where it was. Tsunagu walked over to the bathroom, knocked on the frame (again, looking away), and held the boots out. “Got them. Ah- if you don’t mind me asking, do I blend in well enough? I don’t know how the trends are, here.”

Tsunagu chuckled. “Oh don’t you worry, heeled boots and Paris night-life go hand in hand. We won’t stick out that much, trust me… you’ll see some interesting fashion choices out there.” He reached out and grabbed the boots. “Thank you!”

Stepping out, he smiled and mildly analysed the other’s choice in clothing. “Hm. Sweater, skirt and leggings, trenchcoat… that all looks good!” He said with a small smile. “It helps that we are wearing different styles.”

He slipped on the boots and stood back up, noticeably another three or four inches taller, and readjusted the black mask he’d put on. No face reveal for Arcane. Well, not right now. When they get food, that’ll have to happen, but he pushes that aside for now.

Mask. Right. Arcane wasn’t wearing one. Huh. Tsunagu felt a little surprised at the sight of what-would-be-younger-him-if-he-didn’t-have-his-scars. He’d have to get used to that.

And glasses? Tsunagu makes a mental note of this. He didn’t need glasses except for occasionally when reading after quirk accidents or straining his quirk… oh well.

That reminds him! Tinted glasses! Usually he wouldn’t bother, at this time of night, but considering that he is wearing his mask and his eyes are… pretty much the most noticeable feature on his entire face. Body? Maybe. He opened the drawer by his bed and pulled out some small tinted glasses. That’ll do.

“You seem to like your gloves.” Tsunagu noted, thinking back to his UA days. “I used to wear gloves but- well-” He held up his slightly scarred hands. “Quirk awakenings can be a pain.”

He shook his head and sighed.

“Well, what do you think? You ready?”

Tsunagu looks Jean up and down. Turtleneck, jeans, heeled boots, and tinted glasses… there’s a bunch of blank space on his chest, and it looks sort of weird to him. Also, he’s not- wearing any kevlar? Or anything for protection under the clothes. Well, maybe he was and Tsunagu just hadn’t noticed, but Jean also doesn’t have any metal wire. They’re walking into Paris, at night.

Then again. Different world, different him. “You’ve got a little bit too much of a blank space on your chest,” He informs Jean. “Maybe get a scarf or something? That you can use for ammunition and fashion. But otherwise, you look pretty normal, minus the boots.”

The gloves comment had sort of come out of nowhere. They could talk about that outside, though, where there were (hopefully) no bugs. Talk about gloves outside? He signed. “I’m ready to leave- wait, one moment.”

He grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Okay, now I’m ready. Let’s go?” Tsunagu gestures towards the door. “Unless you want to get a scarf.”

HIS SCARF!

Tsunagu made a noise of astonishment and rushed to one of the clothes boxes to pull out his favourite orange scarf. “I honestly cannot believe I forgot my scarf- considering how often I wear them- thank you for bringing that up, Arcane!” He laughed at his own mild stupidity and wrapped the scarf around his neck.

He made a faux-offended noise. “My boots are completely normal, thank you very much.” He joked. Okay, they were quite tall. But they were his favourites and he hadn’t worn them in over two years so he has an excuse.

“Anyway, yes. Let’s get going, shall we?” He walked them both to the door and stopped, turning around to Arcane with a slight annoyed face. “So. Um. The door’s locked… and my keys are in Japan…” he trailed off. “And don’t think we can just pick the lock or anything, these are special locks designed for proper security… and they’re- pretty damn expensive-”

He sighed. “How’s your experience with jumping and zip lining or kinda tightrope sliding out of windows?”

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Little bit longer part this time! Hope you enjoy <3

#bnha #best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #interdimensional therapy au #heheheh #theyre gonna go on an adventure *sparkly jazzhands*#and dont worry #there is plenty of trauma-dumping between the jeanists (mostly e!jeanist) to come!!! It wouldnt be called the Therapy AU without it /lh /hj #anyway here

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