Limitless || BnHA X JJK

1 • getting that bread

You never worked in this part of Yokohama before. Kamino has yet to experience the acts of the sorcerer killer.

Your mission is simple and shouldn't take more than a few days to complete. That's what the old man said anyway. Yet, here you are, two weeks after accepting the job, with no target and no trace. No clue and no hints.

The sigh that leaves your lips catches the attention of multiple other people sitting in the same cafe as you, making them turn their heads to see what you were up to. Truthfully, you're just wallowing in your misery as you read over the latest text from the old man Yasuhiro. The target hasn't been spotted, and you need to stay a little longer. It's all he's been texting you these days. In every message, he says the same bullshit instead of calling off this mission and sending you on another one. Maybe this sorcerer is particularly dangerous or of high priority. Not that he would tell you if you were to ask.

Your first thought was that he might have something to do with Kenjaku, being a survivor of his stupid alliance from two years ago. But then again, if he truly was from back then, Satoru would have already taken care of it. The white-haired man handled everything that could even potentially have something to do with Geto with the highest priority. It's still a sensitive topic to him, so you don't dare ask if he knows anything about it.

The door to the cafe opens with a jingle and two police officers walk in, immediately activating your fight or flight instinct. Missing target aside, the police spotted doing some shady business as well as walking around freely with your weapon strapped to your body. You've been on their watch list ever since, making your current situation just a little worse than it was a second ago.

Quickly and quietly you stand from your seat, ducking your head while walking towards the door that they just came in from to make your quick escape. They notice, of course, calling for your attention despite your body already being half out of the building. It's then you make a run for it, taking off in a random direction like the biggest curse is hot on your tail. The officers run after you, screaming for you to stop, they just want to talk. But by the tone of their voices, they definitely don't want to have a civil conversation with you.

As you're running, passing alley after alley, you get suddenly yanked into one by the hands of a masked man. Threatened by his presence you reach for the Katana on your back, brows furrowed and lips tugged downwards into a scowl.

"No no! I'm not a hero! Come, I can help you. Fuck off!"

His eccentric gestures towards the end of the alley as well as the voices of the two officers overwork your brain and you grunt from the pressure of having to make this sudden decision. You accept his hand by releasing your Katana, running deeper into the alley with the masked man. "I'm Twice! Nice to meet ya!" He points at himself while talking, mumbling about what his comrades will think when bringing a stranger into their hideout.

"Why did you help me?"

You ask him, voice calm and barely out of breath. While thinking Twice hums, arms crossed over his chest. "You look like one of us. And trash always sticks together. You're scum!" The comparison irks you, but you keep that reaction to yourself.

At the end of the alley, where it crosses into another, you two slow down, turning right and walking calmly towards a brown wooden door.

"This is our hideout. Don't tell anyone!"

He opens the door carefully, making sure to peek his head inside first before opening it wider for everyone inside to see you. Upon setting their eyes on your form their posture stiffens and the atmosphere becomes tense. You can tell that your presence isn't really wanted here. But at the same time, you can just cut them down if they become a liability. "Who's that?" The girl with blonde hair holds out a small knife towards you, in retaliation you reach for your Katana, gaze hardening. Twice stops you before you can unsheathe your sword, telling you to wait while holding onto your left arm.