Bsd 122 Spoilers

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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.

~~~

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."

Storyboard Part 2

“THE DUNGEON IS READY FOR ITS NEXT VICTIM”

Jimmy: *screams* wait, where’s Etho? I’m scared!

H: he left you, it’s only you

Jimmy: DAD? DAD?? *frantically looks around* DAD?? WHERES DAD?

Doc: dude, you’re triggering my parental instinct

Jimmy: where is he 😭

Doc: I wanna take you into my hand and take you to a safe place

I LOVE THEM

Doc always in dad mode

i like the idea that despite their obvious color palettes atsushi is more into dark stuff while akutagawa prefers lighter ones. atsushi drinks black coffee while akutagawa likes lattes. atsushi listens to metal while akutagawa likes classic music. atsushi is maybe a thriller fan while akutagawa has comfort shows. it's just something i think about

bsd but anytime dazai is being particularly annoying/distracting/whatever everyone just says something nice to him and he gets so surprised he just. stops.

dazai: kuni~kida~!!! kuni~kida!!! kuni~kida~!!! kuni~kida!!! kuni~kida~!!! kuni~kida!!!

kunikida, sighing: i didn’t want to resort to this

dazai: huh~? are you gonna hit me~? 

kunikida, turning around and facing dazai, looking him in the eye: dazai, although you can be annoying most of the time, you’re a very dear and precious friend of mine and i value your presence in my life

dazai, turning red: O-O

dazai: *just melts onto the ground*

kunikida, adjusting his glasses and going back to work:

//

junichiro, to naomi: dazai-san’s been running me around for errands a lot lately its interfering with my work

naomi: oh.

naomi: we have to do that.

junichiro, nodding

dazai: heyyyy tanizaki can you do me a favor ~?

junichiro: of course! but before that i wanted you to know that um i think ur actually really nice and fun to be around even when ur bossing me around and i just really like that we’re friends

dazai, starting to blush:

dazai: O-O

dazai, slowly turning around and walking away:

//

and so on

i wanted to add the rest but all the thoughts in my brain went away

and also atsushi would only do it accidentally

dazai, irritating atsushi on purpose: im not being annoying am i atsushi-kun~?

atsushi, huffing and then smiling: a little but its fine. even when ur being weird i like it when ur around so i just have to accept every part of u

dazai:

dazai:

dazai:

atsushi: dazai-san…?

dazai: 

dazai:

atsushi: dazai-san are you okay? u look red?

dazai: i have to go.

//

all of this is meant to be platonic but yall know i ship kunikida and dazai so-

Concept: If Yosano was Atsushi’s mentor.

-In the infirmary-

Atsushi: Really Dr Yosano, I’ll be fine. I’m just escorting Ranpo to his case and we both know I won’t be long.

Yosano: I know but I can’t help but worry. I take one eye off you and trouble seems to find you.

Atsushi, quietly: I’m sorry for worrying you.

Yosano, frowns: Don’t be. You know, it’s the job of every doctor to worry about the people that have been entrusted with her to care for.

She smiles.

Yosano: I worry about you because I care.

Atsushi, smiles: I know, I’ll try not to find trouble.

Yosano: See you’re already doing a better job that Ranpo.

Ranpo, from the office: Heard that!

Yosano, calls back: You were supposed too!

Atsushi chuckles at their antics but stops when he sees Yosano’s expression become more serious.

Yosano: But if anyone gives you trouble or makes you feel afraid. Take those lovely tiger teeth of yours and go for their throat.

Atsushi: The throat?!

Yosano: Mhm mmhm and don’t let go until their body stops moving.

Atsushi, sweat drops:…I don’t think I’ll do that but I’ll keep it in mind.

Yosano, chuckles: Well if you can’t you have my number so just give me a call.

She smirks dangerously.

Yosano: And I’ll take care of them.

eeper

Being non-binary is like instead of having an angel and a demon on ur shoulder u have a faggot and a dyke

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