BP4L's Collection of Toaru Works

ToaruXBA. 1.

I missed being on my phone, and I must say, when I wrote this I felt alive, as if my lung was restored and I could breath again. I missed you guys! How've you people been? I hope it's been nice.

This was originally planned to be a full-on fic but got scrapped instead (courtesy of TrexHeavel for talking me out of it) due to it being too cliche and not making any sense for a Blue Archives world. And since I have 3 chapters written for it already, I might as well just publish it here rather than deleting it all.

Anyways, I've been having this ToaruXBA crossover in my mind for a while now and I've been working on it. I just got the first chapter finished last Tuesday. I will be publishing it once I've produced enough chapters to keep the fic afloat, mostly to give me enough time to plan and work on further chpaters in the future.

Oh yeah, both TrexHeavel and ReinerBraun will be Beta Reader and Co-authors for it, so expect some good stuff coming on it! 

^8^

"I can't go home tonight; don't wait for me."

With his back slumped lazily against the soft, leathery features, the chair reclined slightly from the force he's putting in. He brought forth a sealed file before him.

His eyes twitched slightly as they deviated towards the table in front of him. Plenty more of them were stacked neatly, left untouched to gather dust, still waiting for him to unfold them. Along with them was a sticky note, black ink scribbling the words 'Must fulfill by 5th of August!' with an extra emphasis on the word 'must'.

Tomorrow is the fifth of August...

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He shouldn't have ignored it... and now he has to suffer the consequences of his negligence. Damn this job...

A sigh threatened to escape his lips as he rubbed the back of his head, trying to calm himself down.

"And make sure those two brats are asleep by 10."

After everything was said and done, his guardian bid him a good night. He replied with a slight grunt before placing the phone on the table.

He lowered his head in resignation as he shuffled through the piles of files, reading through their contents and scribbling his nickname on each one before returning the files to the table.

Many of these lists consist of several sheets of paper, with the contents slightly detailing the length of time required for each task to be completed, the importance of each task, and the deadlines for submission.

Most of it is only raw data which hasn't been scrutinized, so there's no actual tangible goal that he has to work towards, or at least, that he can see.

It's not to say he isn't hoping for something to change; though, he hasn't exactly been hoping for something, just "some kind of change." Which doesn't make any sense at all, but it's the best he could put into words.

The purpose of it all wasn't to stir up any feelings in him. To any passerby, he might appear as a festering villain if they cared to look. To him, it's just a means of repenting. He has to face the consequences of his actions, and hopefully, he's fixed himself. He'd like to think so, at least.

His eyes glanced towards a framed picture as his vision narrowed into a sliver, each eye piercing through the thin glass. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head.

There's no point in daydreaming about things that will never happen. All it will ever bring are false hopes. It's better to simply live life as it is.

Tired of his internal monologue, he continued on with the reading and signing. He went through them as quickly as he could, having to speed-read most of them.