As a member of the Armed Detective Agency, Junichirou Tanizaki has done some stupid things. All of them were life-threatening, and all of them resulted in saving the city, the world, or even just his lunch for the day.
Either way, it always resulted in a reward of some sort.
It isn't that he's been conditioned to think he deserves a treat for everything he does - he isn't a dog, at least he doesn't like to think he is - but it's the logical reason to do this. Cause, effect. Beginning, end.
So on and so forth, until the day he dies, likely.
The first time he does something that has no reward for him is during the Shibusawa incident: or, when Yokohama was covered in a suicide-inducing fog, allowing abilities to separate from their users and then attempt to kill them.
Really, Junichirou had thought the whole ordeal was a bad trip when it started, but he hadn't smoked before he went to bed and he couldn't imagine a manifestation of his ability like that.
(And Naomi, Naomi had disappeared too-)
Light Snow has something that Junichirou does not: the ability to run away. His ability by itself isn't meant for combat, but it can be quite the tricky thing; it's evidence enough when he tries to run and his ability strangles him from behind, hiding from view.
Junichirou thinks he might be hallucinating when he sees someone run through the street, but his focus is entirely on his ability. He can't save anyone if he's too busy dying in a ditch, and then he'll be the one who needs protecting.
(And he definitely doesn't need Yosano healing him again, no thank you. That was bad enough last time.)
Light Snow makes itself hard to catch.
The best thing Junichirou has to fight it is the dagger in his hand, one he'd found on the ground, the metal of the blade warped but still sharp enough to cut, a diamond embedded into the bottom of the hilt. Likely, it belongs to the Port Mafia - he's managed to corner himself in their territory, but if all of Yokohama is a graveyard by morning, it doesn't matter whose body ends up in which property, does it?
(Maybe except for the property value, and all. He'd hate to devalue someone's home with his corpse, how tragic would that be.)
His ability keeps disappearing.
Junichirou grimaces, wiping dirt off his jaw as his back hits a brick wall; intentionally. He's already vulnerable, he doesn't need to be attacked from behind again. While his ability has manifested itself separately from him, it seems that it can't defy the laws of gravity and physics that Junichirou cannot defy: it puts them on a more even footing. It can't go through walls, but it has the added bonus of being the entire thing he's come to rely on.
(Maybe he should've paid more attention when Kunikida was trying to give him combat lessons. In his defense, he'd been one failed final away from not graduating high school, but that's months in the past, now.)
A light flashes in the corner of the alley he's stepped into.
Junichirou swings the dagger before he can think twice: it digs into the brick, denting the knife and jostling his arm, but he grits his teeth and dislodges it, trying to catch a glimpse of that light again - that's the fallacy of Light Snow, what makes it less than ideal for combat situations.
Once a combatant has recognized his ability, it's much easier to recognize it. The effects of Light Snow are not complete: there's always a green sheen around everything, giving it its name because it looks like snow. It has barely an opacity, but once you notice it -
There.
Junichirou narrows his eyes, aligning his wrist and shoulder with practiced ease, throwing the dagger -
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bsd oneshots from ao3
Fanfictionnone of these are mine just some ao3 oneshots I liked
