crossover · banter · ice powers · gravity manipulation · port mafia · ua high school · running away · complex relationships · dark humor · teacher student
The rain-slicked streets of Musutafu gleam under the dim glow of streetlights as a cold wind carries the scent of salt and rust. A figure in a black trench coat limps through the shadows, a smaller, orange-haired boy slung over his back and a third—pale and shivering—cradled in his arms. Dazai's breath fogs in the night air, his bandaged eye hidden, but his gaze sharp despite the exhaustion. A hero's silhouette halts on a rooftop above—Aizawa, scarf already unraveling. "You kids look like you've seen hell. Mind explaining before I decide if you're villains or just lost?"