Children of Yokohama

The Borders Of Yokohama.

[UA high, Musutafu, 11.45am]

“Midoriya.” Aizawa says, looking in the child's direction as he gestures for him to speak.

“The way Chuuya spoke makes it sound as if they go through this everyday. Is this really what the people of Yokohama go through every day?” Midoriya asks, his tone gentle as he speaks about the unfortunate children within Yokohama. The thought of people his age having to suffer through that makes him sick.

“Unfortunately so, but we - the Pro Heroes - are working on getting into Yokohama.” Aizawa answers, sighing as he does so. The Pro Heroes can't get into Yokohama. Since the rise of quirks, Yokohama has shut itself from the rest of Japan, claiming the port city as an independent nation.

Abilities appeared before quirks, though only a small minority of people gained them. Deeming them monsters, the people of Japan discriminated against them, those lucky were able to flee to Yokohama - which held quite a few ability users - whilst those unlucky were hunted down by the government and ultimately killed off. Many years later, quirks started to appear, overtaking the norm of being quirkless. Disgusted with the sudden change in social norms, Yokohama shut itself from the world.

Although not known by many, this is the reason why Yokohama shut itself from the world. Yokohama will never allow Heroes into their city. Black and white corrupted their minds, and the minds of Yokohama remained grey. Never forgetting their past, the people of Yokohama grew independent on their own. Without any information on Yokohama, people began their own, adopting the norm that the people of Yokohama are suffering and need the help of the heroes. Yokohama has never and will never need the help of the so-called Heroes.

“Uraraka, shoot.”

“Are Chuuya and Dazai alright?” Uraraka asks, concern lacing her tone as she tilts her head to the side in curiosity.

“As the majority of you know, we are working on getting into Yokohama, so until we do, we have no information on their well-being, so we advise not to worry.” Aizawa answers, his face serious while talking about the topic.

“Kaminari, go.”

“Why is Yokohama shut off?” He asks, a genuine face of confusion upon his face as he speaks.

“For once, Dunce face actually has some common sense in him.” Bakugou comments, a smirk on his face as he speaks, “But her right, why are Yokohama closed off from the rest of Japan?”

Aizawa doesn't want to lie, but if he's honest.. he doesn't know himself. He opens his mouth to speak, to create some sort of lie, but the bell rings, signalling their lunch. Sighing - and quite thankful - he dismisses his students off to lunch, reminding each of them to eat.

Watching his students leave the class, Aizawa contemplated getting into his sleeping bag and sleeping lunch away, but the previous talk he had with his students lingered in his mind.

Why is Yokohama shut off from the rest of Japan?

Groaning, he stood up and made his way to the principal’s office, hoping for some answers.

[UA high, Musutafu, 11.55am]

Principal Nezu sat in his office, enjoying the silence as he brought his teacup to his lips. He stopped before he could sip the tea, chuckling to himself. He began to speak, “Aizawa, I know you're outside. Come on in, I won't bite.”

Aizawa entered, walking up to Nezu, his face stern as he - lightly in his case - slammed his hands onto the table, “Why is Yokohama shut off from the rest of Japan?”

Nezu chuckled, placing his teacup down as he turned to face Aizawa with a smirk on his face, “I do not know. The barriers of Yokohama were created before my time. So I don't have the information you seek.”

“Bullshit. Tell me the truth.” Aizawa says, his voice stern as he glares at Nezu. On a normal occasion, he wouldn't do this, but he knows that Nezu is withholding information.

“What's wrong with having a little fun from time to time? But don't worry, you'll know in due time.” Nezu says before waving his hand, dismissing Aizawa.

With grit teeth, Aizawa leaves the office, his thoughts spiralling out of control. He reaches his classroom, getting into his sleeping bag, hoping to relax and deal with this issue at a later date.

But before he could do that, a notification rang out, echoing through the empty room. Groaning, he took out his phone to check the notification.

We're OK!

Crabby, 873k views, 360k likes.

“I need to look into this..” Aizawa mumbled to himself, before clicking on the notification, watching the video.

[The Arcade, Yokohama, 12.15pm]

“No one is here..” Dazai spoke, his voice whiny as he moved the camera around to show the empty arcade.

“Well you know what that means..” Chuuya gestured with a cocky grin.

“Let's play Agency Battle 2!” They shouted in unison, chuckling to themselves before racing over to the game.

Dazai set up the camera so both of them were in the shot, before running off to beat Chuuya.

[UA high, Musutafu, 12.30pm]

“Well, glad to know they're okay!” Yaoyorozu spoke, her voice soft as she smiled, clapping her hands together slightly.

The whole of UA high was watching, intrigued and relieved that the two boys of ‘Crabby’ were perfectly okay, and safe from any harm.

"Yeah, you're right! I'm glad as well!” Jiro replied, smiling as well, as she continued to watch the video.

[Dazai and Chuuya's apartment, 1.36pm]

“This whole YouTube thing is really good starting to get on my fucking nerves.” Chuuya states, falling down onto their couch, groaning slightly, “I need a drink.”

"Wanna go to a bar?” Dazai asks, throwing the camera down on the couch as he takes a seat eyeing Chuuya as he speaks.

“Nah, it's too much work.” Chuuya replies, making his way back to the couch, with two wine bottles and glasses.

He places the glasses and bottles onto the table, before pouring himself a drink, sighing with content as he takes a sip.

"Don't get drunk on me, Chibiko~ it's sch a hassle bring to back to bed.”

“Me and you both know you wouldn't fucking do that. Plus, I don't get drunk easily.”

“Ahh- My loyal doggy's in denial..” Dazai taunts playfully, taking a sip of whiskey from his glass as he pokes Chuuya's cheek, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

“Fuck off, shitty Mackerel.” Chuuya says, chuckling to himself, before swating his hand away, "No seriously, fucking stop."