#boy needs Reigen to throw salt at him and everything will be fine

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Sakura spends that whole evening googling anti-possession tips

[truly-morgan]

[Transmasc Mob and supportive Reigen]

Reigen + Mob | Mob Psycho 100 18-10-2022

I've been having brain worms for the past few hours now:

Young trans dude Mob whose first person he ever told was his shisho. And how much Reigen is there for him.

Of course, Reigen reacts positively and is supportive, but he doesn't know what else to say, especially with how Mob seems to be waiting for a little more. That night he does a lot of research and the next day when Mob comes to the office he can have a better talk with him.

Reigen who's the one helping Mob cut his hair even shorter than they already were, to a length that the boy prefers. "If your parents ask, just say something got stuck in it and needed to be cut" he suggested.

Reigen who's ready to take Mob shopping for masculine outfits that make him feel more comfortable any time he needs new clothes. He can even slip one of two fashion tips here and there.

Reigen who's the one to get Mob's first binder, gifting it to him and seeing just how much more confident it seems to make him (and he's ready to buy another one when Mob outgrow this one eventually).

Reigen who's by Mob's side when he decides to come out to Ritsu. He does it at the office, feeling safe in the familiar environment and with Reigen near them. He's not sitting with them, leaving room for the brothers, but he being within eyesight reassures Mob.

Of course, everything goes perfectly fine (just like Reigen assured him it would be) and Ritsu is also ready to support him, especially at home.

Reigen who's the one to encourage Mob to switch to the school pant uniform, seeing that it would likely make him more comfortable. Plus, Salt Middle School doesn't have a rule that certain people need to wear certain clothes.

Mob is already discreet enough so not many people notice it. Many (and slowly most) starts referring to him by his preferred pronouns, for most because he's seen a small guy who just didn't hit puberty. Maybe some don't even remember what he looked like before.

Reigen who's ready to throw hands if anyone dares disrespect Mob and purposefully misgender him. Mob may be a bit afraid to tell people off, in case something might happen, but Reigen doesn't mind taking care of these people.

Reigen who's really glad to hear that the body improvement club members all seem also very supportive once they realised Mob was trans, helping find a solution for when he exercises. "Goda-senpai said it could be dangerous doing it in my binder" Mob had told him, "So they instead tried to find a solution for me to be able to train with them without it but still be comfortable".

The older man was more than happy to hear they did so, he did read online it was bad doing exercise in it.

Reigen who's ready to be there if needed when, once a bit older and feels safe to do so, comes out to his parents. Patiently waiting in a park near Mob's house, phone in hand in case Mob calls him. (he never met the kid's parents before & now is not the time. plus Ritsu is there) He smiles when he receives a message, telling him everything went smoothly and his parents are also supportive.

Reigen who's ready to go with Mob when he seeks hrt and/or surgeries.

I just think Reigen would be there for Mob throughout everything, seeing him grow more and more confident in many ways. He'd be that person who knew barely anything about trans stuff in general to try to know as much as he can to help Mob.

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[jui-imouto-chan]

Birthday fic for @anxiety-incarnated !

This is a crossover between Mob Psycho 100 and Detroit: Become Human, with no pairings, and a return to my weeb-y fanfic phase. ✌🏾☺️ Wish me luck lmao!

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It wasn’t difficult to find the criminals. Fleeing to Japan wasn’t entirely intelligent, as they went under their actual, legal passports, and their demeanors raised red flags with the airport security already. Unfortunately, with the influx of people traveling as the holidays approached, they were too busy to give them enough attention.

Connor knew that the Japanese government had already dealt with the deviancy situation long before the US, as their androids were very slightly more advanced and personable, and their people had a higher degree of attachment to their robotic companions and counterparts. As such, it was incredibly easy to get into the country and have the financial support and resources provided to him by the police force.

His search wasn’t particularly long or perilous, and he eventually tracked the thirium dealers to Salt City. The town wasn’t too special, nothing out of the ordinary, but not so normal that it felt suspicious.

Or so he’d thought.

“Sir,” he addressed the blonde man in front of him, whose arm remained outstretched and facial features comically tense, “why are you throwing—“ Connor licked his lips, “—salt at me?”

Behind the man stood both of Connor’s criminals, followed by a small boy with a bowl of black hair and the blankest poker face Connor’d ever seen since his days prior to deviancy.

The man—easily identified as Reigen Arataka—said something unintelligible, then asked the men behind him if Connor was “the spirit that’s been chasing [them],” to Connor’s amusement and mild befuddlement.

How had these men eluded him so long? They contacted a psychic to discredit him, of all things! Hank would likely be laughing at him mockingly if he were here, so, despite Connor’s chagrin, there was a silver lining.

“Sorry to disappoint, sir, but I am not a spirit of any sort. I’m an android sent by the Detroit Police Department in the United States to capture the drug dealers Kyo Tsuzuki and Haru Tomoeda—your clients.” Connor clarified, watching Reigen process the information. The blonde man’s eyes flicked back to the black-haired boy, who nodded very slightly, and the man quickly grabbed at the two criminals, hauling them in front of himself.

Connor seized their wrists and handcuffed them without a moment’s hesitation, smiling at Reigen in thanks.

With a blink of his LED, the police arrived at the scene in less than ten minutes, collecting the criminals and telling Connor about his accommodations before his flight back to the US.

Eventually, he, Reigen, and the boy stood alone on the road.

“So, America, huh? You’re an android, aren’t you?—It must be nice to finally get some respect.”

The brunet smiled thinly, thinking back on how everything went for a moment. His heart ached for those they’d lost, both at his hands and the soldiers’. “I suppose.”

Glancing away from Reigen, Connor suddenly noticed the kid—Shigeo Kageyama—staring at him rather intently.

“Shishou,” he said, bringing an arm up to point near Connor’s head, “There’s a spirit there.”

Reigen looked to him unwaveringly. “There? Is it evil, Mob?”

Shigeo took a moment to think about it, but ultimately shook his head. “It’s... kind, gentle. Lost. ...It’s a child.”

Connor bit his inner lip. The only potential spirit of a child that he could think of was...

—Who was he kidding? Perceived “spirits” were often the product of human ideation of post-mortem existence combined with overactive imagination and, more frequently, desire to monetize paranoia.

Connor shrugged it off, sure that these two would con him into buying something to “ward it off”.

Reigen pursed his lips. By the raise in his stress levels, Connor could tell that the words deeply saddened him. Shigeo, too, held a look and indication of sorrow.

“Do you know what it wants?” Connor inquired, only to humor them. Perhaps if he’d get that sadness out of them, he’d feel more at ease and could leave.

Shigeo glanced to the air at his side. His eyes followed an invisible trail across the air until it reached exactly where he’d been fixating previously. Finally, he responded, “It wants to possess you. Only for a moment.”

The unease in Connor stirred once more, but he ignored it, ready to play up his ‘possession’ to entertain the middle schooler. “Tell it to do as it wishes.”

Shigeo relayed that to the air, and Connor readied his joints for over-exaggerated shimmying and jittering, only to feel a wash of ice in his artificial veins, shudders locking up his body.

He could feel something jostling around his programs, messing with his electric pulses for a moment and making him spasm for only a second. Curiousity resonated in his mind as whatever it was—the spirit?—wandered about his code and prodded at his systems.

And then, with a fizzle of noise across his vision, Connor could vaguely register the feeling of another something inhabiting his body.

“Are you okay?” Shigeo didn’t seem extremely concerned, seemingly just seeking assurance from Connor about whether or not he was right about the spirit. Connor hesitated on his answer.

It was at that moment that Connor noticed the ugly green object hovering near him.

“Wh-What the hell is that montrosity?”

The object turned its oddly-formed body around to show a face, which was contorted into a sleezy smirk. “Hey, Reigen’s not that bad.” It chuckled.

“Dimple, that’s mean.”

Connor blinked, CPU stalling. “No, I was talking about you. Rei—Arataka...-san is fine; he’s even objectively attractive.”

The blonde grinned at the blob in condescension, though Connor was still quite uncomprehending of anything at that moment, so he didn’t even really notice.

Shigeo pointed at the pear-orb-ghost thing. “That’s Dimple, don’t mind him. He’s not nice to anyone, really, so don’t take anything he says personally.”

“Oi!”

Connor nodded mechanically, tuning out the bickering that broke out between the three others around him.

Though he was trying to rein himself in, the little spirit possessing him fluttered around his mind palace, causing his tensions to rise further. His stress was significantly high, to his ire.

The spirit likely found his memory banks, sifting through them, until an image of Hank came into his HUD. Connor felt a longing pulling on him, and he shook his head, not wanting to believe his initial suspicions about the supernatural entity could be true.

‘Dad....’

Connor’s LED was a searing red. Upon catching sight of it, the other three exchanged looks.

Reigen procured a business card from the inner pocket of his suit, passing it to Connor carefully. “If you need help with that spirit, give me a call.”

Connor nodded slowly.

More importantly, however, he’d need a call with Hank. How he’d explain, he’d no clue, but he needed to—or maybe that was the ghost talking, who knew?

Regardless, as Connor watched the three walk away, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of town he’d gotten himself into.

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It feels bad >^<, I wanted to write it well but it doesn’t feel like it’s good enough, and I even took so long to write it that the day is over 😭😭