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severeblizzardlady · 4 years

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Isekai in the Time of Quarantine (Part 1)

[Twice/Jin Bubaigawara -- because certain happenings in the manga are making me feel things and I have to write something to feel better]

Warnings for: Spoilers, cursing, inappropriate amounts of author fawning over fictional character (but, really, someone has to), crack-ish content (but it’s Twice, so...)

“What the fuck.”

You stared at the page open on your phone. Then you went back a page. Then you went back to the page you were previously on. Unfortunately, the same words were there, the same images. Images of a man with a torn mask, his face bloody and sweaty and tear-stained running for a door. For a light. For his friends.

Only to be cut off by a shadowed figure--Hawks, Keigo Takami--bringing down a feather large enough to be a sword and just as deadly.

You couldn’t believe it. Jin Bubaigawara, AKA the villain Twice from the series Boku no Hero Academia just....

“No way.” For a second you debated closing out the page. But you kept reading. Maybe you were hoping for a miracle. That you’d jumped the gun. That Twice would Falcon Punch Hawks and make that beeline for his buds like he was planning.

He didn’t.

“God damn, Hori.” You sniffled when you finished the chapter. God, you were even crying. How were you that attached to a character? Of course, even as you wondered that, you knew it was because Twice, Jin, had been such a well fleshed-out character. A character with dimension.

Oh yeah, he was evil. You knew that without a doubt. But he’d been alone, cast out by the world and forced to resort to crime because nobody that was “good” or “upstanding” trusted him. It almost made you wish he’d taken up Hawks on the whole, turn over a new leaf thing. Not that he would have. The League of Villains were his friends, not his coworkers. He’d said it himself--their happiness was his reason for living. He wouldn’t have been able to function without them.

It would have ripped him apart.

Well, at least Jin had died happy with how his life had turned out. And his clone had gotten to see Toga one last time and protect his buds. It was a bittersweet ending to the chapter, and to Jin’s character, but you were content with how Horikoshi had gone about it.

Your phone’s alarm dinged then, a single note like a wind chime. You sighed, flipping onto your side in bed. The chapter had almost made you forget that you were stuck in your apartment. Because of the sickness going around, a stay-at-home order had been enforced. Everyone was sequestered in their homes--or they were supposed to be anyway--to decrease the numbers of the sick.

Fortunately, your job allowed you to work from home. Unfortunately, your parents and your siblings were pretty spread out. Sure, you’d messaged them and video chatted. Hell, you’d just talked to your parents before reading up on the last chapter of BNHA. But your apartment felt too big, too quiet, too empty.

You missed being in the same room with people. Both the intimate stuff and the simple things. Like talking. Or cooking. At the rate you were going, you’d end up making friends with all your stuff. You were already calling your fridge Frida.

I’ll talk to Mom and Dad tomorrow. You decided, eyes starting to feel heavy. See if they’ll let me stay with them until this all passes.

***

“Are we renting out the base now?” You groaned at the man’s voice and flipped onto your side. Without looking at your alarm clock or phone, there was no way of telling the time. But you were pretty sure it was too early to be awake. The way your eyelids seemed to be glued shut was all the indication you need.

“Man, those Liberation guys sure like making money.”

You groaned a little louder, eyes still shut as you felt for your phone. Seriously, who was talking so much, so early in the morning? Didn’t they realize some people needed to work the next day? In the next few hours even?

“This what you’re looking for?” Someone put your phone in your hand. Which would have been all fine and dandy if anyone actually lived with you. Shrieking, you threw yourself out of bed, getting tangled in your sheets and landing butt first on the ground as a result.

There was a man in your room.

There was a man dressed up as Twice in your room.

There was a freaking Twice cosplayer in your room at four AM.

The floor felt cold. Your butt was killing you. It felt like your leg was gonna pop out of the socket from how it was tangled up in your bedding. You weren’t dreaming. Dammit, you weren’t dreaming, and there was a whackadoodle in your apartment.

This was not the company you were looking for!

He took a step towards you, hands raised, and you screamed again. You flung your phone at him, kicking your tangled leg until you were free so you could run for your life. “Help!” You felt the man try to grab at you, but adrenaline propelled you into the living area. Something fell off your table when you slammed into it.

Still, you didn’t stop running, even when you were out in the hallway. “Someone call the cops! Fire! Fire!”

***

“Look, even if there was someone in her apartment, he’s gone now.”

Your landlady, clad in a blue, fluffy night gown with her hair in a bun, rolled her eyes at the police officer. “So that’s it? You’re not going to look for him. Is it too hard for police nowadays to find some costume-wearing nutjob who’s terrorizing one of my tenants?”

The police had come. Luckily, the nice lady at the end of the hall had heard your screams and called the police after ushering you into her apartment. Your landlady showed up not long after. She looked about ready to raise hell when she’d stomped down the stairs, woken up by the chaos and the police’s sudden arrival.

“Ma’am, he somehow avoided your security cameras, there’s not much else we can do. We’ll increase patrols in the area, but without a description of what the guy actually looks like, without the mask, that’s it.”

The police figured the man, whoever he was, had turned down the opposite end of the hallway while you cried for help and went down the stairs. One of the windows in the third floor hallway, a window facing the alley, was wide open. The security camera there hadn’t caught anything. The wires had been shorted out God only knew when.

You tapped your fingers against your mug. It was pretty with little pastel flowers all over it. The landlady had given it to you at some point, there was a rich, red tea in it, but you couldn’t remember what the flavor was.

“Pah, they expect us to do all the heavy-lifting, don’t they?” The landlady huffed once it was just the two of you. “’Course, you’d expect a little more decency, but with everything going to hell nowadays, I guess it’s no surprise,” she looked at you then, concern clear in her usually steely eyes. “Do you have anyone you can stay with tonight?”

You shook your head, eyes starting to burn. Every time you so much as blinked, you could see that man standing over you.

Your landlady patted the table, a few inches away from your fingers. It was the closest thing you’d had to physical contact in the last week. You almost wished she’d touch you. “The sofa’s a fold-out,” she said, getting to her feet. “We’ll see about your place in the morning.”

***

The only thing missing was your phone. There was no indication of forced entry at either of your windows or at the door (or the vents; you knew the guy wouldn’t have fit in the air vent--but it was an older building, and you’d read enough stories about people skulking through vents not to check).

Your water bottle had fallen off the table. It had broken into pieces on the floor. But you’d finished the water off, so there weren’t any spills.

“Come home,” Your dad had said when you video-called that afternoon. You could hear your mom crying in the background after you’d told them what’d happened. “We’ll get your phone shut down, and I’ll help you move everything.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose over your medical mask. That was two days ago. You’d been staring at what remained of the frozen food section at the local grocery store for a good five minutes. It felt like all your nerves were on end. That guy was out there somewhere. Or he was in the store with you. Unless he was in a hospital bed because he’d jumped out of a third floor window.

He could’ve been anyone. Almost anyone. And he knew where you lived and he had access to your phone--if he’d figured out how to unlock it anyways. And, again, wasn’t in the hospital.

It’s fine, You assured yourself, grabbing some chicken. Dad’s coming to get me in a few days, the boss is fine with me relocating as long as I keep working. It’s fine. I’m fine.

“You dropped this.”

Nope, nope, you weren’t fine. Were. Not. Fine. At all. Because you remembered that low voice from that night. But you still turned around. Because you were in a public place, even if the crowds were thinner than usual. And it wasn’t like he could hurt you as long as--

The man behind you was a little scruffy and had blond hair. He smelled faintly of cigarette smoke, but you could only tell because he was so close to you, breaching your personal space with blue eyes the size of pinpricks that gauged your every move. He was sweating, even though it was still cold out. It made your palms sweat around the basket’s handles.

Unhinged, that was the look in his eyes, in his face.

There was a brief moment where you feared he might pounce and try to bash your skull in. A really brief moment, which passed the second your eyes actually focused in on the scar on his forehead. As though he’d been stabbed with a knife.

And then you opened your mouth. Like a freaking dumbass.

“You went way too hard on that Jin cosplay.”

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leagueofidiots · 4 years

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Okay, consider, dabi having been the oldest sibling was so used to caring for others and had no one caring for him. But then, big brother twice (because that's the kind of role I imagine for twice) and suddenly he gets that kind of care and big brotherness. Honestly, I just like the idea of twice calling him "little bro".

OF COURSE I live for Dabi and Jin having a brotherly bond (thank you for making it canon, Hori!)

In fact, it was one of my favorite NaNoWriMo chapters to write (I'd just link it but idk how to just do one chapter)

Brief mention of suicidal thoughts! Makes sense without context

It was late at night, and the side room I'd selected to stay in along with Twice, Toga, and Mustard was chilly. While Toga and Mustard were at a decent temperature to sleep at, the heat of each other warming them as they'd laid and talked, Jin and I were still awake, him from the cold, me from my insomnia.

"Can't you light a fire or something? It's freezing in here. I've never been toastier."

"Where do you want me to put it, your face?" I mutter quietly, rolling onto my side.

"At this point that would be welcome. I would literally kill you," he rolls over too, now facing me from across the room. "Hey, can I come share a blanket with you? It worked for Mustard and Himiko."

"No, I'm not sharing a blanket with you."

"Why nooot? Fine, I didn't want to anyway. Please? I'm freezing," he whines, arguing with himself as usual.

"Fine, sure, whatever, but the second you start cuddling me, you're out," I concede, scootching over to make room on my portion of the floor.

He springs over before I can change my mind, nearly kicking Toga in the face on his journey. As he reaches me, rolling under the blanket like Jason Bourne, he sighs in satisfaction. "Toasty. It's like a blizzard under here."

I warm myself up a little bit to help him out after his icy foot brushes up against mine. The quicker he's warm, the quicker he'll leave me alone. If I start feeling myself steam, I'll stop, but I should be fine since I'm not actually lighting myself on fire.

"Hey, Dabi? I was gonna ask you something. I'm gonna go to sleep." He faces me and rests his chin on his hand.

"What?" I ask dryly.

"When we were doing the summer camp raid, your clones were acting kinda...weird. There was nothing unusual about them." I'm learning to just trust the first thing he says and totally disregard the second. Once or twice the order is switched, but usually this is a safe bet. "I don't care about you. I was kinda worried."

I blink at him, his mask finally off to reveal his face, looking ever-so-slightly concerned as his eyes search over my face. "Why, what was weird about them?"

"Well, they didn't really seem scared to die. When I clone people, they still have, like, a straight mindset. They go absolutely bonkers. Like when I clone myself, they still want, like, rights and equality and stuff."

I give him a moment to continue, but he just continues to search me with his dull-blue eyes. "...And that's a concern because…?"

"Well, I mean, if they were that willing to die, I was just worried that...I dunno, just, are you okay? I'd wanna die if I looked like that too."

"Yeah, no, it makes sense. I'm only here to fulfill my purpose, and then I have no reason to live anymore. Once I kill Endeavor, all I live for will be worked out, and then there's nothing left for me but pain. So I intend to kill myself, once I make sure the rest of my family is alright and the truth about Endeavor comes out."

He blinks. "You really are determined to kill him, huh? I guess it makes sense after all you went through. What a dumb goal. Why do you feel responsible for your family still? They've assumed you've been dead for...How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

"They've assumed you've been dead for eleven years. Why do you still worry? Your stress makes perfect sense."

I huff a little. "You ask a lot of questions." He shrugs. "I guess I just worry because I grew up having to watch over them. My mom was scared all the time, and I was the oldest, so it was sort of just something I got used to. Feeling like they were my responsibility."

"Well, I suggest giving it up now, 'cuz I officially nominate myself as your older brother!" He reaches his hand out of our blanket and ruffles my hair. "You're a lost cause."

"Jin, why? Just...this whole thing is easier if I don't make connections." I pull away and roll over so my back faces him.

He presses closer towards me. "Ya know, maybe if you'd work on your self-esteem, you'd feel better. I know I do. Life sucks."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I hug my elbows, trying to not let myself care about him. All that will do is get in the way of what I need to do.

"Well, for the longest time growing up, I enjoyed my quirk. I could clone myself, and have them do stuff for me. It was like heaven. No it wasn't! Shut up! No, I want a turn!" He huffs, and pulls his mask over his face. "Sorry. Anyway, they ended up all killing each other, and for all I know I'm one of them. I went kinda crazy after that. I didn't accept myself, and nobody accepted me."

He stops propping himself up to face me, and I feel him roll onto his back. "It wasn't until I joined the league that I had a home. I'm thankful for that. I wanna leave. But I'm still here even though Shiggy makes dumb plans that never work, and Toga's obsessed with blood, and Kurogiri's the only one that knows how to take care of humans; and that's because you guys are home. Now that I'm here, I've started being okay with me. And I wanna keep working towards that. But every time you guys just accept that I am how I am? It means a lot to me. I wish you'd all die."

I let it sink in for a moment. Jin, who'd always seemed so confident and sure of himself. I suppose it makes sense that he wouldn't face a lot of acceptance. I wonder how his family handled it?

I roll onto my back once more. I may want to avoid relationships, but I shouldn't be a jerk to my allies. "I'm glad you found a place."

He turns his head, giving me his exaggerated grin, one eye shut in a wink. "You'll get there too, Dabi! I believe in you! You'll probably be depressed your whole life." A thumbs up.

"How old are you anyway? You aren't mature enough for me to venture a guess."

"I'm thirty. Hence the 'big brother Jin' thing I said. Remember? I'm protecting you now. You're old enough to care for yourself."

I smile at him faintly. "Goodnight, Jin."

"Night, Touy," he cheers. I decide not to push it.

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