Bsd x Mha

Just the apartment.

It felt magical. The barrier had to only be a foot thick, but the short time spent in there seemed like an eternity. Unlike the usual headache, Dazai got from everybody's abilities, going through the barrier didn't hurt at all. It was as if Dazai was surrounded by the familiar abyss of darkness. Instead of pain, it felt more like a loss when they reappeared through the other side, the comforting feeling now a mere memory. The barrier hadn't been disabled.

With newfound knowledge of the barrier, Dazai and Chuuya waited for the car to pass the border as well, and proceeded to board inside it to reach their destination. The ride had only taken them four hours to reach the buildings of Musutafu, but Dazai was already wishing they'd closed their eyes a bit sooner. Everything is absurd here, they thought.

The first noticeable feature is how overwhelmingly bright the city is. People here have no taste, and just looking at the place made it very apparent. The first buildings that had come into view minutes ago were covered in bright posters advertising people called "heroes." Dazai had done a little research on their side (which wasn't easy, mind you very much) but people here had an idea fixed in their tiny brains that those who were deemed 'better' in the eyes of society were 'heroes' who 'saved' the weak, and 'villains' who took the opposing role. Looking at the area only solidified Dazai's previous knowledge of how morally blind Musutafu's society is. People in the advertised commercials were also wearing . . .

Spandex????

How odd. People had no shame here. All this could be deducted without even seeing anyone. Were people this carefree??? Dazai could only lick their lips as they thought of the different possibilities to gain the upper hand. If there was this much to dissect from buildings, then Dazai could barely imagine the information that could be taken from the people of such an arrogant city. Everybody here just . . . had their themes and nobody cared if someone stood out from others, and people liked that some were stronger than them. Did they appreciate needing to be saved? If Dazai was expecting something better before, they most certainly weren't now. Most in Musufatsu were weak, and it was considered average at worst.

Ah. They mused. If only it wasn't so late. No wonder Chuuya was resting his eyes in the car. Everything hurt, and the thrill at the barrier had long since worn off. What a sickening city, everything was so uncoordinated. Even Chuuya with his horrible taste in fashion would agree that the color schemes and palettes were a nightmare without counting the delusional idiots that would probably litter the streets when the sun rises.

The complex they were staying at seemed rather shady at first glance, but to others, like Dazai and Chuuya it was comforting. The dark sky seemed to blend in with the grey building. Finally, a building with the taste was seen, even if it was closer to villain territory.

"Chuuya" they whispered. "Get up, we're here." As his eyes fluttered open, he latched onto Dazai's arm, as if asking them to wait. "I'm ready now," Chuuya whispered back as his hand let go of Dazai's skinny wrist, striding towards the dark building as he held his hand out for Dazai. He grinned as they walked closer, grasping his hand, now walking inside together.

Chuuya was surprised. Contrary to his initial thoughts, the apartment seemed plenty sturdy and was far cleaner than he'd expected. If these were the so-called 'slums' of Musufatsu, then Chuuya wasn't sure how people would cope in Yokohama. Nobody here even had to fight. It was a miracle how well the city was doing. Chuuya could find himself wishing he'd spent the first years of his life here, in a sheltered place. Though it'd be a shame not to meet Dazai so soon, he's confident that they'd reunite. The biggest part was the kitchen though. Why? He wasn't too sure.

"Oi, Dazai, hurry up!" Chuuya shouted from the center of the living room. "Why???" they whined pitifully as they popped their head out of the kitchen. "Do you want to unpack, or not a shithead," Chuuya asked? "Oh well. Sure then, I'm glad your brain isn't as small as your height," they said as they walked in and sat down by the luggage. "Shut up you asshole!!!" Chuuya bellowed whilst folding his outfits.