Bsd Chat / One Shot Fic

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Atsushi Nakajima had always been pretty average in terms of style. His usual attire consisted of the standard white shirt, suspenders, and those sensible black pants that everyone in Yokohama knew him for. But today was different. Today, everything was different.

Gin Akutagawa stood in front of Atsushi, critically observing his new look as they both stood in front of a full-length mirror. A devilish smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. She had done it—she had completely transformed the once plain Atsushi into something entirely different.

“You look amazing,” Gin said, adjusting the spikes on Atsushi’s new leather choker. “I told you this would suit you.”

Atsushi nervously ran a hand through his newly dyed jet-black hair, which now fell messily over his forehead, accompanied by a few streaks of electric purple. He was wearing a black band tee with the logo of some underground metal band Gin had introduced him to, paired with ripped skinny jeans, and combat boots that made him look a good inch taller.

“I—I don’t know, Gin,” Atsushi stammered, glancing down at his attire. “Do you really think this… fits me?”

Gin chuckled, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the side. “Oh, it fits you perfectly. You’ve always had this side to you, Atsushi. You just needed the right push to bring it out.”

He still wasn’t convinced. “I feel like I’m pretending to be someone I’m not.”

Gin raised an eyebrow. “Pretending? Come on, you’ve always been rebellious, Atsushi. You defied the orphanage, you survived the Port Mafia, and you joined the Armed Detective Agency. If that isn’t the most alt thing ever, I don’t know what is.”

Atsushi blinked, her words settling in. Maybe she had a point. He had always fought against the norms and found his own path in life. This wasn’t so different, right? Plus, Gin was so passionate about it—how could he not at least try?

Group Chat

𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐧: "Gin just got me into this alt style. It’s… different."

𝐈𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐎: "Different how?"

𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬: "Please tell me you got a spiked collar. I’ve been waiting for this."

𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐧: "… Yeah, Gin made me wear one."

𝐈𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐎: "It’s not as ridiculous as Dazai’s style."

𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬: "Excuse me?! Bandages are fashionable when done correctly."

𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 <𝟑𝟑𝟑𝟑𝟑: "I’m gonna need pics of this transformation ASAP."

𝐰𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐧: "Nope! Not happening!"

Atsushi glanced at Gin as they left the apartment, his nerves slowly fading. He didn’t know how she managed to pull off this edgy look so effortlessly, but she made it seem easy. She had a similar style—ripped jeans, dark eyeliner, and an assortment of silver rings decorating her fingers. Her combat boots made a satisfying *thunk* with every step, and she carried herself with an effortless coolness that Atsushi couldn’t help but admire.

They were heading to meet some friends at a local underground club—one Gin frequented regularly. Atsushi had never been to a place like this before, but he figured if he was going to embrace this new look, he might as well go all the way.