When the World Collapses Beneath Your Feet
When the world collapses beneath your feet
by Big Bisexual Nerd
Truth.
Naomasa stiffens, his hand moving to grip the door handle tighter in an effort to stabilize himself. He shifts his gaze from the back of Midoriya's head to Reo's face, once again expecting guilt and darkness or maybe some of the fear and shock that's starting to sink into his own skin. But Reo only looks distantly curious, an encouraging smile laid out on his face and his body relaxed, clearly comfortable with his best friend openly admitting to murder. Naomasa's head is racing more than it had all night, all month; his heart beats a hammering rhythm in his chest.
There's no way, his mind protests, even as the hum of his quirk leaves no room for doubt.
Words: 1908, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Tsukauchi Naomasa, Midoriya Izuku, Tsukauchi Reo, Tamakawa Sansa (mentioned), Tsukauchi Makoto (mentioned), Eri (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Vigilante Midoriya Izuku, Past Character Death, They're not actually dead but shh, Tsukauchi Naomasa needs a hug, The cons of being a human lie detector, There are just some truths that are hard to swallow, Even if they're only partial truths
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37333048
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Magnus Archives/BNHA (1)
Fandoms: Crossover between The Magnus Archives & My Hero Academia
Characters: Jon and Martin (friendship)
Summary: Jon and Martin are reincarnated into the BNHA universe after failing to prevent the apocalypse. They compare their quirks to their respective Entities.
Will probably post on ao3 at some point.
(Part 2 here)
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“They registered my quirk as Veracity you know.”
“Veracity?”
“Yes. Quite abstract. I suppose they thought they were being poetic…” Jon mutters, bitterness colouring his tone. He stares out at the playground, watching his age mates run about in a boundless display of youthful energy and innocent excitement.
From his place on the bench beside him, Martin hums, halfway between sympathetic and thoughtful, “I think it’s a nice name. It softens the edges a bit.”
“I should have expected it…to have a quirk like this… after we saw what your one did,” he curls his small child hand into a fist, “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.”
Quirks. The strange and wondrous abilities gifted to people of their new reality. Jon had hoped, when he hadn’t presented with one at the usual age of four, that he would remain quirkless. He had suffered enough with having terrifying abilities in his previous life. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t get his wish.
Martin reaches out, hesitates, then pats him lightly on the knee, “You’re taking it a lot better than me. At least you didn’t breakdown and spend the night in hospital.”
“I suppose,” he frowns, glancing sideward, “Though our situations are hardly comparable.”
Martin’s quirk put any person he touched with both hands into a fog-filed, alternate dimension/temporal pocket. Its similarity to The Lonely had been poorly received by both of them. Especially, considering Jon had been the one to suffer through its first accidental activation. While he had found himself lost and alone in a grey, fog filed, void, a hysterical Martin had been rushed to hospital. There the doctors had had to wait for him to calm down enough that a Quirk specialist could walk him through the process of reversing the effect.
“You thought you had trapped me for good. Of course, you would take that poorly.”
The quirk specialist had banally called it ‘Cloud Prison’ like it wasn’t the residue of a primordial fear god leaking into their new reality. Not even six years of a second life could dull the pain and terror that had been their final moments before the apocalypse. To suddenly have such a stark reminder shoved in their faces had shaken them both.
“I would never have done that to you on purpose,” Martin murmurs, probably drawing the same connection as Jon, “It just happened so suddenly…”
“Yes, well, I am now painfully aware of how volatile and uncontrollable a quirk can be.”
Martin winces, “Does it activate every time you ask a question? You can’t control it at all?”
“It seems to be automatic. If I ask anyone a question they must answer truthfully. There is also a lovely mental component,” He lets his resentment grow, “so I can feel their unease when they answer. I’ll know if the person is trying to fight or when they’re trying to leave out an important detail. It is very similar to…before.”
He grits his teeth. There were no Entities in this word, aside for the residue that lived in their memories but sometimes that could be just as bad. The last thing his recovering mind needed was a reminder of how he had slowly lost his humanity.
“I also feel them. The people I trap alone in the fog.” Martin adds and shivers, “It’s horrible.”
“Yes. It is.”
They both sit in silence as the light began to fade.
Their time at the park is almost done. Soon they would have to return to the foster home they both shared. Jon, being a mentally unstable adult trapped in the body of a child, had been too much for a young single mum who had never wanted children. He barely remembers her leaving him at a local shopping centre being hardly old enough to walk at the time. Martin’s parents had died in a villain attack, because, alongside fantastical powers, this reality was full of brightly coloured Heroes and Villains like they had woken up inside a comic book. Six years in and it still felt too surreal to be real.
“Well, we don’t have to use our quirks. It’ll just never touch anyone with both hands, and I’ll ask all your questions for you so you won’t have to worry either.”
Jon scoffs, “You can get away with wearing gloves. No need for anything dramatic.”
“You know what I mean Jon.”
“Reo,” he interrupts, “please remember to call me Reo. We already attact more attention than is probably good for us.”
They weren’t Martin Blackwood and Jonathan Sims anymore. That life was behind them. Here, they were Jiro Shirakumo and Reo Tsukauchi and the sooner they acclimatised to using their new names the better. Maybe, one day, he would even start feeling like ‘Reo’ and ‘Jon’ would fade away like a bad dream.
“You’re one to talk. We would attract less attention if you would loosen up a bit. I mean, I’m not perfect, but kids don’t talk so formally.”
“I would rather not suffer through the indignity of dumbing myself down on top of everything, thank you very much.”
“It’s not that bad. Why are you always so prickly?” Martin pokes him in the shoulder, grinning now, forcing Jon to shuffle away, “Normal kids smile every now and then you know.”
“I think you enjoy being a ‘normal’ kid a bit too much.” Martin had settled into his second skin with more grace than Jon had. Not that he was trying very hard.
A laugh, “Well yeah, I mean, no responsibilities, no nightmare monsters, no conspiracies, no apocalypse. It’s nice.”
“Oi Jiro!”
A heavy-set kid, two years their senior, stomps up and glares at them, “you and the weirdo coming or what because I don’t want to miss dinner again,”
“He has a name you know,” Martin reprimands, smile quickly turning into a stern frown, “Maybe you should try using it.”
“Tch. Whatever. Mrs Suzuki said to be back by five and I’ll get in trouble if I leave you losers behind, so you better hurry up.” The boy storms away, back to his group of friends, who all look their way and laugh.
“I don’t remember kids being so mean when I was young the first time around,” Martin complains, standing and brushing himself down, “You would think they’d have better things to do.”
He shrugs. Child bullies were so far beneath him that he barely registers when they shout insults at him, shove him into walls or knock books out of his hand. Not like he didn’t deserve a little hardship after dooming his entire world. Besides, Martin took offence enough for the both of them, getting into plenty of arguments on Jon’s behalf. Of course, now they both had somewhat threatening quirks, their fellow housemates were a lot wearier when it came harassing him.
“Come on.” He stands as well, “I for one do not want another lecture.”
“Mrs Suzuki does like to drag them out,” Martin agrees as they trail along behind the older kids.
Their neighbourhood is full of two-story apartment blocks and tightly packed houses which line the relatively quiet streets. It is only a short ten-minute walk from the park to the share-house and one he is intimately familiar with seeing as his carers force him to take it twice a week for ‘the exercise.’ At least the weather is pleasant here.
In the fading light of the afternoon Martin’s wispy, cloud-like hair and blue pupilless eyes catch the glow so they are almost orange. Martin’s strange physical features had become more pronounced since his quirk’s activation. Apparently, it was genetic, something a quick glance at the few photos Martin had of his biological family confirmed. This world sported many people with odd features and he just hoped that his own plain appearance, straight black hair and dark eyes, would remain that way. All he wanted was fade into the background and live his second life as peacefully as possible.
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(Part 2 here): Jon learns more about his truth-quirk and deals with other people learning about his truth-quirk.
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