Crossed lines (SDS x MHA)

Chapter 10- The Armorer

It was always interesting to see what the first thought you would have when your quirk deposited you somewhere. Sometimes it was a simple curse word, and sometimes it would be a moment of shock.

There wasn't a ton of times when your first thought was also the first thing you saw.

In this case, though, it was. One moment you were fawning over the quality of the pink man's armor, and the next you were face to face with something that had you ducking as though your life depended on it.

'Sword!'

Startling people who held long, sharp objects was typically a bad thing, though you had never before tested that idea, oddly enough.

You had many experiences in your relatively short life, so to be able to say that something completely new happened to you was a... Pleasant? Experience. Hm. That seemed like the wrong word to use, but you weren't too concerned about the semantics of it all

For the second time in a week, your ability to dodge quickly was what ended up saving your life. Your shoulder groaned in protest as you slammed into the wall of a building, but you missed the whizzing sword that would've claimed your head otherwise.

Thank goodness this hadn't been in an alleyway, otherwise, the similarities between this and meeting Dabi would have been boiling at a critical point. As much as you thought Dai was a... mostly okay human being, you didn't really need to pick up another stray on this little adventure of yours.

No, instead you got one look at the man who was probably only trying to protect himself before you sprinted away while you still had the capability. Your leg couldn't handle another moment of self-defense.

To be honest, you were incredibly lucky that you had sneezed yourself into a city. Things could've been a whole lot worse if you had startled a bear or something... 

Bears were a thing, right? You'd never seen one, nor did you care to see one, but they existed here... Right?

Now that you were thinking about it, there were a lot of animals you would never have run into in the streets of Japan that could easily pop up here, which was a terrifying thought in and of itself.

What if you ran into a lion? Or a hippo?!

No... No. That wasn't what you should be concerned with at the moment. 

It had only taken a moment to lose the swordsman and it was easy to blend into the crowds of people walking by, but you had no clue where you were. A new land, new cities, and hey, why not just throw on a big ol' heaping of insecurity on top to make life real fun.

You sniffed as you walked towards what had to be a market place, whatever scent that man had been rolling in before he found you really was strong. It was still tickling at your nose, but for once you were able to wave off the desire to sneeze.

Small splashes of color began to pop up from street vendors, selling many things, and after only a moment, your irritated nose was long forgotten.

Shops surrounded you and you could feel your jaw drop slightly as you looked around. 

Tailors, Armorers, weapon shops, book stores, and jeweler shops surrounded you, each showing off their wares in a vibrant manner. People who were obviously of a higher class wandered between the fancier shops in large gowns and armor (which, you didn't want to judge, but even from a distance you could tell that a lot of the armor was ornamental, and, therefore, useless).

And the street vendors. Oh goodness. The food some of these were selling you could smell from where you were, which made your stomach begin to grumble. Nothing too spicy, from what you could tell right off the bat, but at this point, you couldn't really care.