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thevoidstaredback · 22 days

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"In any story, the villain is the catalyst. The hero's not a person who will bend the rules or shw the cracks in his armor.He's one-dimensional intentionally, but the villain is the person who owns up to what he is and stands by it."

-Marilyn Manson

The night was spent getting a proper hold of their bearings. They knew where in Japan they were, but no idea how to get back. They also had no idea on how they got there, but that was a problem for later. For now, shelter and food were to two most pressing issues.

Chuuya and Atsushi had never worked together before, so they were stumbling around each other the entire night. Atsushi had been hell bent on them finding shelter before anything else, and Chuuya was insistent on getting money first. Atsushi was willing to break a few laws to keep them safe, but he was very vocal about not hurting anyone. Chuuya was willing to break every law he could think of in order to get his way. They could both agree that they'd rather avoid working together ever again after they've gotten back Yokohama.

It's terrible, working with someone so different from yourself. Stumbling over each other and getting in one another's way. It could cost a life. It could cost many lives.

"That'd be terrible for being undercover." Atsushi said. He was still holding himself under a mask around Chuuya.

Chuuya scoffed. "Since when are we undercover?"

"Since neither of us know where we are or what's going on."

"Oh? Is that snark I hear?" Underlings who sassed him never got out of it unscathed.

He was suddenly confidant in his answer, "Yeah. What about it? You can't attack me."

Atsushi isn't Chuuya's underling. "Who says I can't?"

"The truce between our two groups." Damn it. "Besides, I could go to local law enforcement and report you for assault and battery."

"But you won't." Good point. "If you did, then you'd be alone in unfamiliar territory. When you get back, the truce would be called off and you'd have the entire Port Mafia after your head."

Atsushi didn't respond, falling back into the mask of self preservation.

Chuuya sighed. "Fine. In order to keep a low profile, we'll do things your way."

Still not saying anything, Atsushi took a step ahead of Chuuya and went in search of an abandoned building to set up a temporary base in. It was late, probably near midnight, so not many were out. Those who were out were sniffed out and avoided. Despite everything, Atsushi made himself ignore the calls for help. Getting involved would mean being seen. Being seen would do no good at the moment.

Chuuya was reluctant to follow Atsushi, but he had to admit that the kid wasn't acting at all like he expected him to. He'd expected a coward or someone who would go running to help at the first scream, but he did no such thing. The kid kept sniffing at the air as they walked, leading through back allies and staying out of light.

"I can say for certain that nothing has happened to the ADA." Atsushi spoke softly.

"What makes ya say that?" Chuuya asked. He was genuinely curious. How did this kid know anything like that? Could he determine anything about the Port Mafia?

Atsushi's eyes seemed to be glowing when he looked back at Chuuya, the gold and purple covered in an almost not-there film. Eyeshine, Chuuya noted, is a thing all cats have. Helps them see in the dark. "I haven't lost control of my Ability." Was that supposed to be a reassurance? "The President's Ability is still working, so I can confidently say that he - at the very least - is okay."

"Based off of that," Chuuya added on, "Everything should be okay with the Port Mafia, too."

These were only assumptions and they both new that.

It was quiet as they kept walking, still out of light and still away from humans. It took another thirty minutes of wandering until they found a place to hole up. It was a very rundown building, but it was still standing. It didn't seem to have any other occupants, so that was a point in their book.

The interior was as rundown as the exterior. The floors had no holes, but every other board squeaked when stepped on. The lights didn't work, so it was safe to assume nothing else did either. While there was no holes in the walls or broken windows, the place was starting to show signs of life in the graffiti and plants creeping in. The stairs leading to the second floor weren't rotted through, but enough weight would cause them to collapse. Much like the first floor, the second floor squeaked on every other step. The paint and wallpaper was peeling at the corners, and the doors were falling of their hinges.

Chuuya didn't like getting dirty. He'd spent so long living on the streets that the thought of staying in this building was barely digestible. Regardless, he picked a room on the second floor and went in. "I'll be in here for the night. Don't bother me." He doubted he'd get any sleep, but it would be a good place to think.

Atsushi nodded and left the man on his own. Part of him said it was a bad idea, but the rest of him knew that they were forced to trust and rely on each other. He choose the room next to Chuuya's and curled up in the far corner. He was used to sleeping in places like this. The cellar in the orphanage was much worse than here. Colder, too. Less bright.

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The new first order of business, Chuuya decided, was to sort out his thoughts. Based on the maps of Japan he'd studied when he first joined the Port Mafia told him that Yokohama was near the Chubu Prefecture. It had once been a part of it, but had declared itself independent a long time ago. When exactly, he wasn't sure, but that wasn't a pressing thing to know at the moment.

He'd gone to bed on Friday night had woken up Friday afternoon. He had a whole week missing from his memory and that was never a good sign. At least, the best case suggested a week. Without knowing the exact date, he had no idea how big of a blank was now taking up his memory.

The next thing Chuuya did was search his person. He was fully dressed in his uniform, so that meant he had woken up and gotten dressed somewhere during the missing blank. He was still fully armed with a gun under his vest and the hidden knives on his person. His phone was in his back pocket, but was dead. His wallet was inside his coat, but he had no cash. At least he still had his gloves.

The next thing to do would be to set out a plan of action, but that would have to wait until Jinko woke up. Getting their story straight was the next pressing matter, but he was gonna let the kid get some rest. God knows they both need it.

Part 1

#bsd #bsd atsushi #bsd chuuya #atsushi nakajima #chuuya nakahara #bsd x mha #bsd x bnha #izuku midoriya #class 1a #moral grey area #morally grey #memory gap #what even are morals?#what even is this?#part 2

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thehamwarrior · 3 months

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#spamton g spamton #Deltarune #Hamdrawsthings #Telephone #Fanart #What even is this?

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megslovesbooks · 2 years

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Spec Fic for vague S6 spoilers (or something??? I dunno, if was supposed to be asleep an hour ago. I blame all of you but mostly @aa-lionheart for that delicious thought about Eddie thinking Buck got hit by the car)

“LAFD! Stop the car!”

There is a screech of tires on slick pavement and Eddie’s head snaps up so hard he’s going to feel it later. He’s on his feet and moving before anyone else even knows what’s happening.

Here’s the thing though, he knows this moment. Knows it inside and out. Has imagined it in 4k detail thousands of times. He’s examined it from every angle, tried to unspool every outcome. So. It’s not shocking when the car can’t stop in time and he sees Buck and the bike go down. It’s not a surprise because he’s been here before.

“Buck!”

It takes him a minute to understand that it’s his own voice that’s making that broken sound. In his head everything is calm, numb, clinical. He knows the pressure per pound of a car moving at 50 mph as it impacts the human body. Can calculate the damage that must be happening in real time. The car strikes the body and the legs shatter on impact. The shockwave begins to rupture the internal organs. The spine cracks as it hits the asphalt, the damage traveling up to the brain stem. The body is rendered useless within seconds. It will take the brain minutes to catch up.

“Buck!!”

He’s running. When did he start running? It’s not like he can stop what’s happening. He couldn’t then—bright yellow splashed with red, a clear blue sky, perfect above him. He can’t now—rain slicked pavement, dark clouds above them pressing down. It’s so heavy. He can’t breathe. He can’t—

I’d love…a little more time.

“Buck.”

Buck is—fine. He’s rising to his feet, his eyes wide but a slightly hysterical laugh twisting his mouth up at the corners.

“Woah!” He says, grinning as he tries to dust some of the rain water off his turnouts, an unconscious gesture to steady his own nerves. “That was close huh?”

The man behind the wheel is yelling now. Somehow Bobby has materialized beside the driver’s side window and is speaking in a voice so normal Eddie can’t even begin to comprehend what is being said.

One of the most common injuries when a pedestrian is struck by a car is pelvic fractures. Shannon’s had been broken in six places. It would be impossible for a victim with that kind of structural damage to be standing, let alone heaving a bike up off the ground from where it must have toppled. The bike should have absorbed some of the impact, it might have even twisted itself around the body of the person who had been struck. That’s odd. He doesn’t have the stats on that.

“Eddie?”

He blinks and Buck is standing in front of him, brow furrowed in concern. There’s a red mark blooming across his left cheekbone. Eddie reaches up to try and investigate but his hand is shaking so badly he can’t even react when Buck reaches up and snags it with both his own.

“Hey.” He says, and his mouth is twisted up in worry now “Are you ok?”

And that’s just silly, because Eddie’s not the one who almost got hit by the car, he’s fine. He’s always fine. He always makes it out. It’s the people around him who die, over and over and over again.

Brain function remains active for six full minutes after the heart stops beating.

“Eddie.” Buck says again, his hands curling into Eddie’s turnout, shaking him gently. “Hey.”

Hey. Are you here?

Someone makes a choked sort of sound, and it’s not until Buck reels him in by his coat, pulling him into a tight embrace—not until he is clinging to his partner…his best friend…the love of his life, that Eddie realizes he’s the one who’s got tears running down his face.

His partner. His best friend. The…the…oh fuck.

Fuck.

“It’s ok.” Buck is saying, his hands running up the planes of Eddie’s back like they were always meant to be there. “I’m ok. It’s not that day Eddie. It’s ok.”

Except it’s not. It’s not ok, because Eddie is still caught halfway between that sunny day at an LA crosswalk and the rain slicked pavement of this moment. He’s shaking and sick.

And he’s in love with his best friend.

He’s in love with Evan Buckley.

Fuck.

He’s so screwed.

#911 on fox #911 spoilers #911 spec fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #megs writes #what even is this?#i don’t know #but i had to get it out of my system #oh well 🤷‍♀️#god i’m going to get no sleep #this time isn’t remotely edited #it’s barely written

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leclerc-s · 2 months

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“penalty for you, penalty for you, and a penalty for you!”

#f1 #formula 1 #saudi arabian gp 2024 #leclerc-s race thoughts #what even is this?#ocon move aside you’ve been dethroned

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monarchamos · 11 months

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every day i think about how chuuya's character is such good-guy/hero vibes yet hes been so fucked up by life and hes such a loyal person and thats why hes a villain but he makes sure all the bad shit he does is the bare minimum whats necessary he doesnt believe in needless violence and killing despite being one of the strongest people in the world

he helps old people cross the street and gets emotional over a children's movie about dogs. he has a kill count in the hundreds. he loves puppies. he's a port mafia executive. he still cares about the people who have betrayed him and literally stab him in the back just because they used to care for him.

he was just a kid but he's a vessel of a god of destruction. he was only fifteen but he was betrayed by his friends and made to join the port mafia. he was only sixteen but the few people who made him comfortable with the mafia were killed by an assassin who wanted to abduct him and made him question his humanity.

He wasn't exactly led astray but he is a light who has made a home in the darkness. he's happy where he is, but it is tragic that he will never know if he will be happier elsewhere.

#bro i would die for this man i dont even care if hes a ginger anymore #he did NOT deserve all the shit thats being thrown at him but hes such a soldier for coming out of all of that stronger than ever #me personally i think i would have died back in the lab ngl wouldnt even make it to the sheep #and hes always being used by people but hes so loyal omfg i will cry #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #bungo stray dogs #what even is this?#rambling #character analysis

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mrs-geuse · 2 years

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Found this smutty little ditty in my drafts.

He has a face you're dying to sit on.

He's a grump, you know this and especially lately he's been pretty miserable. It's a little unbearable to be around him. The team sees it too.

You find him alone in the den, bottle of booze perched between his legs, his fingers absentmindedly scratching against his facial hair.

You bite the inside of your cheek, debate not plopping down beside him. You'd be better off escaping back to the safety of the kitchen, away from the temptation.

Only he'd seen you. A lazy gaze raises to you. He doesn't say anything at first, just stares at the dip of the tank top with your sunglasses dangling between your breasts.

"Oi. I didn't ask for company."

You grab the bottle from between his legs, take a sip as you straddle his thighs. As you swallow, you level your gaze on him. He's about to protest, you think, but you're quick to dip down and kiss him.

It's intimate, this moment. Turns heated rather quickly when he grips the back of your hair and forces your head back.

"Don't think you know what you're gettin' into, little darlin'," he whispers against your neck, kissing down to your collarbone.

You stifle a moan when he nibbles your skin. The booze is set down on the table and you shove him over, watch him fight you. Clearly he's not putting much effort because he could overpower you with no struggle.

Shoving his head against the pillow, you shift your body, straddle his face, lift up your skirt.

"Ah, fuck..." He murmurs, pulling you down by your hips, "woman after my own heart."

You aren't wearing panties. And Butcher shows you his appreciation by eating you out like he's starving.

His talented tongue gets you to climax quickly and you're covering your mouth to stifle the moans as you ride his face, grinding hard against his facial hair. You love the tingle of it on your thighs, the burn. It's intoxicating.

Silently, you shift lower, ready to return the favor when he grips your arm.

"If you think that's the place I want to fill with my cum, you're fuckin' incompetent."

You raise an eyebrow at him, a chill running through you at the thought.

Quite the eventful night this will be.

#what even is this?#the boys #billy butcher #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher x you #the boys imagine

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christiemax · 1 year

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given jantje friese's exquisite mind, i don't think it's too presumptuous to make leaps when it comes to the significance of things.

daniel’s surname being a prime example. solace.

there’s a point made in that second episode where he emphasises it by not saying first then surname, but rather having a beat or two in-between. it forces the audience to focus in on it compared to when maura introduces herself. (maura franklin rather than daniel - - solace)

and of all the surnames to choose, solace has to be the most apt for daniel as a character. solace meaning comfort and consolation. connotations of refuge, sanctuary, a safe haven. a light at the end of the tunnel. hope.

because that’s what daniel offers. yes he’s mysterious and dark and murderous, but for maura he is the epitome of safety. not only is he by her side and at her back quite literally every time she needs support, but several times he actively puts himself between her and danger. when tove lunges for her, daniel steps in front without hesitation, and then again when maura is protecting elliot and is almost shot, daniel jumps in front of a bullet to protect her.

i know there are so many theories already about whether or not daniel is even real, and what part he truly plays within the simulations. but no one can possibly doubt his love and sheer intense devotion for maura. he represents the purest and deepest form of love. entirely selfless, utterly consuming.

and it’s no wonder maura is drawn to him even though she doesn’t remember him. he is familiar to her, his presence triggers something within her, and it’s not too much of a stretch to think it goes back to that idea of solace. she recognises something within him which gives her hope and security. a feeling of home when all around her is in complete turmoil.

he is her solace. just like she is his.

#what even is this?#i haven't written meta for YEARS but 1899 has got me feeling something #daniel solace #maura franklin #1899 #daniel x maura #maura x daniel #i just adore their relationship #how damaged and tenuous it is #and yet despite that #despite everything they have both been through #which realistically we have only glimpsed at #they still feel each other's pull #like the moon with the tide #i'm such a bloody romantic #as long as there is angst involved

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thepenultimateword · 1 year

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Short Prompt #82

“Bye, love,” Sidekick said, swinging their bag over their shoulder kissing Villain on the cheek. “Gotta get to my day job.

“Sidekiiick,” Villain whined with a blush, “not in front of Hero.”

“Sorry, sorry.” They waved to the bound do-gooder in the corner. “Hi, Hero.”

“Hey, Sidekick. Um, you are going to be able to come help me with this later, right?”

“Not until after 3:00.” Sidekick bowed their head a little apologetically, but I’ll definitely be on time for our double date at 7:30.”

“Speaking of,” Villain piped up. “Why didn’t Henchman come in with you?”

“Slept in,” Hero shrugged, cords creaking a little against their wrists. “I tried getting them up, but they insisted that they’d take the bus.”

Villain sighed. “Did they say when that might be?”

Hero shrugged again. “No. But I do appreciate the simplicity of only facing one of you.”

#what even is this?#I really don’t know #hero x henchman #villain x sidekick #hero x villain #hero x villain community #creative writing #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt

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functionalasfuck · 8 months

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Is it weird that I think Sand and Ray are going to be the ones with the happiest ending? This episode really cemented it for me because they’re so honest with each other in comparison to all the other characters. And they have weirdly really good communication skills. To the point that I think when the hurt each other (and because of the genre of the show, it’s when not if) it’s not going to be because someone is going to be egregiously at blame. It’s going to be because they’re human.

Now the other couples…

#are a train wreck waiting to happen #Boston Nick and Top have spent the last 4 episodes building a house of cards #so it’s so weird seeing Ray and SAN’s relationship having a solid foundation in comparison #what even is this?#ofts #only friends #only friends the series

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regxlty · 8 months

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@francehqstarters

The boy rarely read but he had found a good spot and the breeze was just right here. Though, he could feel someone around him, and like someone unable to swat a gnat away, he finally gave in and looked up. "This better be good," he sighed, looking up

#francehq.start #starter ; rafael #rafael #what even is this?#im on melatonin and this makes sense to me if that's any indication of how bad this starter is

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thevoidstaredback · 22 days

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Morally Grey in a World of Black and White

"Every villain is a hero in their own mind." -Tom Hiddleston

Face down in the dirt was not an ideal way to wake up at all. Chuuya would argue that there were a million other ways an places to wake up that were better than face down in the dirt. One such example would be in a bed, maybe on his side, in a hotel. The best case would let him know where he was. As it now stood, he had no idea where the hell he was.

Normally, in a situation such as this, the logical thing to do would be to get a proper bearings and stock of the situation at hand. Gathering intel should be top priority. How one goes about doing that varies from situation to situation. However, a groan on Chuuya's left had him turning to see what was going on.

Also face down in the dirt, a few feet away, was a kid he'd never met before, but that didn't stop him from recognising him. The kid had a very monochrome colour palette for being a part of the Armed Detective Agency. Chuuya had seen the kid's picture before because of the bounty that had been on his head, and he'd seen an illusion of him at the hospital not even a week ago, but he'd never met the kid. Jinko, for that was what he knew the kid to be called, was Dazai's new protegee. Was that a good thing? Probably not, but that also lead him to hold high expectations of the kid. He was being taught by Dazai Osamu, so the kid had to be at least as skilled as Akutagawa had been when he was under Dazai!

Much like a cat, the kid stretched out on the grass as if basking in the sun before he stiffened and looked over at Chuuya. He didn't make a sound.

Chuuya smirked smugly, "Have a nice nap, Jinko?"

The kid flinched ever so slightly at something before shaking his head, "Where..?"

"No idea."

"Hm." The two let the silence take over again. They'd never interacted before now, so they didn't have much to go off of.

A quick scan of the area alerted the two to no other human presences. There didn't seem to be any animals either. It was weird. Not weird in the way that Yokohama could bost, but weird in the way that there was probably something happening around them that they couldn't figure out yet. It was kind of like the feeling that they both got when Dazai was scheming, but this was somehow worse.

Still holding the distance between themselves, the two made no move to face each other. Chuuya quietly noted the use of common sense in the detective. They'd been enemies not a week ago, but they were the only familiar thing around. Better to have their backs to each other than to the unknown around them.

Jinko hissed something that Chuuya couldn't quite make out before he was pulling him into the tree line. "What the hell?" Chuuya glared.

Jinko shushed him before whispering, "Someone's coming." And wasn't that just swell. Though, Chuuya had to admit that the kid had good instincts. He hadn't even heard anyone coming yet!

A few minutes of hiding in the bushes, there was a break in the plants opposite where the two hid and a kid with - was that green? - green hair stumbled into the clearing. They were obviously injured, but not bleeding. Honestly, they didn't look like a threat at all. As they fell to the ground and pulled out a notebook, they were seeming less like a potential threat and more like and injured bunny.

If Chuuya was confidant in his intel on the ADA, then he knew that the kid beside him would not let this injured bunny be.

Predictably, the were-tiger left the bushes to talk to the kid. Unpredictably, he kept his distance and seemed guarded in a way he hadn't been before. Was it because this green haired kid was a new variable in a new equation? Probably, but that didn't make sense. Jinko was guarded against the kid like he was ready to run, but he'd left his back open to Chuuya, a known enemy.

Enemy wasn't the right word. The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency had a truce, but it was shaky at best. It would take a while for all parties to get out of the headspace of what was basically an attack on sight order. Hostile was a better word to use when describing their current relationship.

"Hey," the were-tiger said, his voice soft but his stance was ready for a fight.

The green haired kid startled and looked up at the grey haired kid with wide eyes. They looked ready to run and cry at the same time. It was pathetic. It would get them killed in Yokohama.

"Hey," the were-tiger tried again, this time he lowered himself to the ground with his hands up in surrender. It was a compromising position should he need to fight or run. Chuuya shook his head. Maybe Dazia wasn't doing a good job teaching the kid. "I'm a bit lost, could you help me?"

The kid relaxed a bit when Jinko didn't come any closer to him. "Y-yeah. You're in Musutafu in the Chubu Prefecture of Japan."

That...was not where Chuuya last remembered being. He was fairly certain that that wasn't were Jinko last remembered being, either. The situation just got a bit more complicated.

To Jinko's credit, he took the information in stride. "Huh. Cool. I've never been here before," he said, "Could you tell me more about it?"

The green haired kid was almost completely relaxed now and Jinko risked scooting closer. The kid made no move to get away, so Chuuya made himself comfortable. He had the feeling this was going to be a long conversation.

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Atsushi really wanted to wake up from whatever not-dream he was having now. He was certain that he'd fallen asleep in the closet last night after bid Kyoka a good night. So how in world had he gotten here?! And with Nakahara-san of all people! He was glad that the Port Mafia Executive hadn't attacked him when his back was turned. He was also a bit relieved to realize that they were both confused about what was going on.

The kid with green - honest to god, the kid had green hair! - hair was helpful, if not skittish. Not that Atsushi could blame them. Though, they were very forthcoming with information, so that was a good thing. It was a good thing that could get them killed in Yokohama.

Nakahara-san had stayed hidden in the bushes while he talked to the kid. He was glad for that. He'd never officially met Nakahara-san, but he'd heard stories from Dazai and whisper's in dark alleyways. Nakahara-san was a force to be reckoned with and Atsushi was beyond glad that they weren't currently trying to kill or otherwise maim each other.

To Atsushi, Nakahara-san was an intimidating person. He couldn't imagine how this kid would feel should the man come out of hiding suddenly.

Either way, he was gathering information from his only current source. He found out where they were, what time it was, a basic layout of the surrounding area, and some landmarks to look for. Most of it was tourist stuff, but it would be useful to him nonetheless. He wasn't anywhere near being a good detective and was still technically an intern at the Agency, but he'd read enough books as a kid - when he could - and asked Kunikida enough questions to know a bit of what he was doing.

He also was given some extra information that he hadn't been after. The kid's - male, he'd realized and quietly confirmed - name was Midoriya and he was in his final year before high school. Smart of the kid to not give away his first name. It was a Friday and schools in the Chubu prefecture had just let out for the weekend.

"I better get going," Midoriya gathered his things and stood up. Atsushi did so as well. "My mom will be wondering where I am soon.

"I understand," Atsushi smiled. He really didn't, but that would only bring up uncomfortable questions that he didn't really have enough training to lie his way through. "Have a safe trip home."

"I will, thank you, Nakajima-san," the kid bowed, "You as well!" Then he was gone.

It was quiet for a minute before the bushes behind him rustled. He didn't bother turning around because he knew who was at his back. Was this a good show of trust? He'd find out in a minute.

"Nice job, were-tiger." Nakahara-san walked closer to him, "I guess they are teachin' ya something at the ADA."

Now is when he turned to face the Port Mafia Executive. "Thanks, Nakahara-san."

The man raised an eyebrow. "How'd ya know my name?"

He shrugged minutely to feign indifference. "Dazai-san likes to talk when he's procrastinating."

Nakahara-san huffed a laugh, "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Another bout of quiet overtook them as the sun set. Finally, Atsushi said, "We're a bit away from home."

"Yeah."

Yokohama was their home. They worked against each other in the past, and are likely to in the future, but Yokohama was their home. It was their place to protect and serve in their own ways. Yokohama was also an independent city-state. It's boarders had been closed long before they'd even been born. Based on what Midoriya had said, they were very much outside of Yokohama. They didn't know what could get them killed here.

"Have you ever been outside the boarders?" Atsushi asked. He suddenly felt very small as he wrapped his arms around his torso and sunk into himself a bit.

"Never." Nakahara-san answered. He suddenly didn't seem as imposing as before.

"Oh."

Part 2

#atsushi nakajima #bsd atsushi #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x bnha #bsd x mha #class 1a #heros #villains #izuku midoriya #moral grey area #what even are morals?#what even is this?#sometimes I just have to get things out of my head #enjoy this crossover #I really need to stop making new things when I haven't even finished my old things

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