[discontinued]Trigger (BNHA x World Trigger) Fanfic

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3rd Person

Shirai yawned, wanting to go back to his room in Tamakoma and sleep. He was currently patrolling, although there haven't been many invasions lately. Checking his watch, the white-haired boy realized that there was only fifteen minutes left until his shift ended. Jin, his best friend, was patrolling a different area, as they were both power elites (although Jin was the one that had the black trigger, Shirai's skills made up for that difference).

Just then, a tingle went down his spine, a familiar one that caused the boy to spin around. He saw the ever-so familiar black portal, expanding and spitting out a few trion soldiers.

"Trigger on." His body was exchanged for one made of trion, his Border uniform appearing. He burst forwards, two Scorpion blades appearing in his hands. Twisting his body while swinging his blades, Shirai successfully dispatched the intruders, landing softly on the ground behind them.

A sudden force violently jerked him backwards, catching him by surprise. He let out a yelp, but it was soon swallowed by a dark blue mist, his vision going dark.

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Shirai's eyes fluttered open, staring up at an unfamiliar white ceiling. Blinking a few times, he tried to remember what led up to this and suddenly shot up. He was in a hospital-like room, with blank white walls and a heart monitor sitting next to his bed.

The white-haired boy rubbed his eyes, getting up when the door burst open. It revealed a middle-aged man, with long, disheveled black hair and dark eyebags. He wore all dark colors, save for the white scarf draped around his neck.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I? What happened to those trion soldiers? Are we on Aftokrator? Are you a Neighbor?" Shirai spit out, backing up and taking a defensive position.

"Huh? What drugs are you on? This is Musutafu, and I'm a pro hero. What do you mean by Afto- whatever and neighbors?" He looked bored and tired, gazing at the boy with uninterested eyes.

"What- what do you mean, Musutafu. That's not a real place!" His mind raced, thinking of possibilities before he froze. "Wait- what year is it?"

"What, are you living under a rock? It's XXXX right now."

Shirai felt dizzy. So this definitely wasn't Aftokrator. Or any Neighbor planet, in fact. He was in a different world, dimension, whatever you would call it. That was the only possible solution. Unless, he was hallucinating.

The guy left and came back with another guy dressed in a trench coat and a hat. He introduced himself as Naomasa Tsukauchi, a detective. The man from before also introduced himself, telling me that his name was Eraserhead, but he could call him Aizawa.

"So, tell me your full name and age." Tsukauchi said, taking out a notepad.

He found the situation quite funny, a detective and a homeless man interrogating a teenager who towered above them inside a hospital room.

Seeing no reason to lie, he replied, "Shirai Masumi, 15 years old."

Tsukauchi scribbled something down and nodded. "Where do you live?"

"Mikado city, Japan." He replied, confused when the two men exchanged glances.

"Shirai, this Mikado city you speak of does not exist." The detective said, frowning.

"I know. I'm pretty sure I got transported to this world, dimension, universe, whatever you want to call it. Back where I'm from, There are these beings called "Neighbors", who first invaded our world four and a half years ago. They appeared through portals, wreaking havoc upon the city and destroying a lot of the area." He paused.