𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐛.𝐬.𝐝.

[𝟎𝟏] 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭

"Welp, shit," You curse with a sigh, your eyes fluttering open to be met by unfamiliar soft lighting and shelves of alcoholic beverages. "Huh, this doesn't look like the agency..." You mutter to yourself, noticing that you're sitting in a chair against a bar table.

Your eyes wander over to your right and your head turns to see steps that lead up to a door, you guessed it was the entrance/exit. Then, your head turns over to the left to see the bartender and three men— well, two men and a younger male staring at you with perplexity.

"Uhh..." You drag on awkwardly before deciding to greet them, "What's up, first time seeing a chick teleport into a bar?"

The bartender shakes his head in disbelief and leaves the room with a quiet, "I don't get payed enough for this."

The man you sat closest to held a head full of reddish tinged hair and soft blue eyes, a slight stubble growing on his face. A small chuckle escapes him, you're not sure if it's from your strange comment or abrupt presence. "Well, you certainly know how to make an appearance," He turns back to his drink with amusement.

"Thanks..?" You trail off.

"Sakunosuke Oda," He introduces to which you nod, your own name falling from your lips.

"What brings you here?" He repeats your name after his question. The two other males sat near quietly, watching your every move and listening closely to your every sentence, skeptical of you.

"Death brought me here," You respond, only pulling the interests of the men further.

Oda blinks, "Death?"

Placing your chin on your hand and elbow on the bar island, you grin widely, "Yep, I died."

"You died?" He repeated, lifting an eyebrow as he looked over to you.

"Mhm," You confirm.

"I see, it must have something to do with an ability then, am I correct?" Oda asks, curiosity lacing his tone.

Turning back to face the beverages, you reach over to grab a bottle of water, "Right you are... Uh, Soda?"

"Oda."

"Ah, yeah," You take chug a good portion of water, "I basically respawn after I die... Kind of like a video game, y'know?"

He looks to be in thought for a moment before he asks another question, "Do you have a limited amount of lives?"

"I dunno, haven't really stayed dead— plus, I've died over a hundred times by now, just stopped counting," You shrug, "I'm pretty accident prone."

"Interesting, you mentioned an agency when you showed up, do you usually end up there?"

Your shoulders lifted as did your hands and you made an unsure action, "Sometimes? It's more unusual than usual, I mostly end up popping into existence at the strangest places to be honest with yah."

"How did you die this time?" A new voice intervened. You glance behind Oda to see a boy around your age with unkempt dark brown hair, his brown eye staring at you with fascination, the other covered by bandages.

You thought about it for a moment before shrugging your shoulders. Why not? "Was on a mission to gather information about a guy with a plan to rid of ability users, got caught. He was going to hold me captive until he figured out what to do with me, but I got the jump on him and took a cyanide pill before seeing him. And well, I died."

"So suicide—"

"Dazai," An older man with black hair who wore circular glasses called out in a warning tone.