#~í gσttα ѕαч ít‘ѕ hαrd tσ вє вrαvє whєn чσu‘rє αlσnє ín thє dαrk~ [Atsushi Thread]

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@somegremlin​​ ♥︎’d~

Things were always... awkward with this kid. Atsushi, of course, didn’t trust them at first because they were part of the Port Mafia. And of course Yumeno wouldn’t trust him because of all that’s happened... even if Atsushi wasn’t the most aware of what happened in the past to make the child feel this way.

However, Atsushi would say that things were a bit less tense between them lately. The weretiger treated them like he would treat Kyouka—like a younger sibling, just as he promised he would. Whenever Yumeno could get out of the Port Mafia, Atsushi would take them around town and have fun with them. Like they were doing now.

“Hey, Yumeno-kun, try this,” Atsushi offered, holding out some crepes that he had just bought. He knew they were Kyouka��s favorite, so maybe Yumeno would like them too.? It was worth a try, after all.

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@shrimps-variety-garden​~

Atsushi didn’t like new faces. They scared him, as there would only be a matter of time before they start to hurt him too. The people who called him to come from his cell didn’t tell him why he was supposed to leave, but even at the early age of six he knew not to ask about these things. 

He hid behind the door frame, peeking at the male with dark hair and magenta eyes. He didn’t seem that scary...but anyone could hurt him if they wanted to. 

“Do you want him?”

Atsushi glanced at the person who spoke, the headmaster. Oh... this dark haired man wanted to adopt him... That won’t last... “He is terribly behaved, unmannered, and quite possibly the worst child we have. We have plenty other children up for adoption, would you like to see them?”

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@oflegends​​ 🖤’d {Akutagawa}~

Never did Atsushi ever think he would be in this situation. Akutagawa, his enemy... They were on opposite sides of this ever growing war between the day and the night of Yokohama—the hellhound himself had been the first enemy he had ever made. 

And yet, here Atsushi was, carefully wrapping a bandage around the wound on the dark male’s arm in the dim light of his apartment. Kyouka was currently out, leaving the place to Atsushi... So, when Ryunosuke showed up, injured, Atsushi didn’t even hesitate to pull him inside and try to treat his wounds.

“How did you of all people get hurt..??” Atsushi asked, but mainly it was more so to himself than the other male. “You can’t just go picking fights with everyone... You’re going to get killed like this.” A fate like that falling upon Akutagawa kept Atsushi awake at night... Even though he used to hate the other male, the weretiger felt that he was quickly beginning to care for him and want him to be safe. He would never forgive himself if he allowed him to get seriously hurt... “Please, promise me to be more careful...”

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@bluestmoons​ 🖤’d for a lyrical-based starter~ {Mirai}

“I used to believe in justice A place where there was better judgment”

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@breathless-darkness​ { Dazai & Akutagawa }

The redhead grumbled lightly as he trekked through the vast Emerald Forest. Chuuya should have assumed that getting into Beacon would take more than just being strong enough to be allowed to enroll, and now they had an initiation to do... The redhead stomped through the forest, trying to keep his eyes down in order to not make eye contact with anyone—an attempt to be able to choose who his group would be for the rest of the school year.

However, when he heard something rustle in the bushes, he was quick to grab the large—and rather heavy-looking—hammer that was strapped to his back. He turned his head to see what it was, thinking it to be Grimm, as azure orbs landed on brown ones.

“FUUUUUUUCK!!!!” Damn it, not Dazai!! Anyone but Dazai!!!

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Meanwhile, a feline Faunus was stuck.

Atsushi found himself trapped in the branches of a tree upon landing in the forest, unable to break free. He had been struggling for almost half an hour now... but he couldn’t reach the branches with his clawed gauntlets to cut himself loose. With him stuck as he was, there was only one thing left to do.

“HEEEEELP!!! PLEASE!!!!!” 

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@oflegends​

A soft smile graced the male’s features as he sat within his garden, laying in a bed of flowers as he watched the clouds blow by overhead. It was calming, this peaceful solitude... A moment alone, away from his friends and family. He loved the others—Dazai, Kouyou, Yosano, Ranpo, and everyone else in his strange found-family—but it was nice to get away from the craziness for a while.

The garden wasn’t actually his own, but Fukuzawa’s who had taken him in when he was younger. He understood how Atsushi enjoyed the outdoors and the peacefulness of that garden, so he let the white-haired male tend to it. It had become one of Atsushi’s favorite things to do.

He inhaled the scent of all the flowers around him, his arms folded behind his head as he laid in the dirt. If he listened really closely, he could hear the others back at the house...he sighed—good, he was glad to be missing out on whatever was going on indoors...

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@gravewritten​

“I don’t really understand,” the weretiger said, glancing to the brunette at his side. After the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency teamed up to fight the Guild, the whole agency knew of where Dazai had worked before joining them. They didn’t know the extent of his work, but they were aware that he was in the Port Mafia before the ADA.

Atsushi firmly believed that Dazai was a good person deep down inside. After all, why else would he give a poor and starved orphan boy a chance to be something more? Dazai was annoying as hell sometimes, but Atsushi couldn’t deny that he definitely saved him. However... he didn’t think being a good person alone was enough to make someone leave the infamous Port Mafia and become a detective. 

“Why did you join the Agency, Dazai-San?”

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@gravewritten​ {Atsushi & Ryunosuke}

“What were you thinking??” the weretiger yelled out, his mouth running before his mind could catch up. The two had just—by Dazai’s command—teamed up to defeat an enemy. Akutagawa had gotten injured but wouldn’t listen when Atsushi told him to stay back and conserve his energy.

The enemy trio was all unconscious, the police would be here in a bit to collect them. That gave Atsushi enough time to get Ryunosuke out of there, as he was technically still a fugitive. 

Now, the weretiger was leaning over the hellhound, trying to examine the male’s wound. A bullet through his torso when Rashomon was occupied and couldn’t defend its user, but the wound wasn’t fatal. Regardless, he was losing a lot of blood... And he could have been killed because of how he wouldn’t just try to save his energy.

“You can’t do something stupid like this!! You could have died, and I—...I...” His voice trailed off as he wasn’t sure what he would do. Strange, before he would have been indifferent if the hellhound were to be killed. But something changed... and now, he was important to him. Something he wanted to protect, even if Akutagawa didn’t really need him to. 

“...let me help you. Please. We have to get out of here before the police arrive, and Yosano-San can fix your wound. But you have to let me help you, alright..?”

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@archiiviis​​ wants some fluff~~

“Hella... Why don’t you stay in Yokohama?”

The question was a sudden one, seeming to be brought up by nothing at all. The two of them were sitting on the roof of the building that housed the Armed Detective Agency, staring off at the city lights that brightened up the night. It was beautiful to see the city from a high up view during the night... The faint sound of cars honking and people conversing on the streets below, the night sky illuminated by streetlights and other various lights of other colors. 

But... Atsushi wasn’t really paying attention to any of those things. He was focused on the beautiful ice princess beside him. His arm was wrapped around her form, hand gently rubbing her cold arm as if to keep her warm. Strange how someone so cold could fill him with so much warmth...

“I’m sure the Agency would love to have you... And you’re not appreciated in the order..!! And... I guess I’ll miss you when you have to go...”

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“It’s okay..!! I’m a bit new to the city too, and it took me a while to get used to it... Are you heading somewhere specifically? I can walk you there.!”

Not only was the girl lost, but she was also really pretty and seemed really sweet..!! Atsushi wanted to help her. He knew what it was like to be new to the grand city, and without the agency members he surely would have gotten lost countless times. And yet, this girl didn’t have anyone to help her... Of course he wanted to help! It was the right thing to do.

“My name is Atsushi Nakajima, by the way.!” the weretiger said with a smile, holding his hand out to the girl In greeting. 

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@asheard​

With Lucy now working at the café below the Agency, Atsushi had significantly stopped worrying about running into one of the ex-Guild members. It wasn’t that he didn’t expect to see them again—they were stranded here in Yokohama, after all—but that he wasn’t worried about them attacking him.

Still... it was a bit strange to walk right into one of them.

“Aa-AH!! Hello..??” the weretiger stammered out when the male casually walked up to him on the street. He couldn’t remember the American’s name, but recognized him as the shooter who had tried to shoot him down during the fight with the Guild. 

He hoped the male thought it was all water under the bridge...

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@shrimps-variety-garden​~

Third year. Last year. If he passed this year, Atsushi would be a hero... and from the way things were going, it looked like he would be just fine. 

Everyone knew the top of the class were the Big Three, of course. Still, Atsushi was very close—no one really realized that fact, but he was fine with that, he was more quiet anyway—to being in their league. His quirk was almost as strong as his will to help others and save people from harm, a huge quality a good hero must possess. He didn’t aim for being the greatest hero ever, just to be able to save every single person who needs his help.

He was actually thinking about this when he bumped into someone in the hall. Mirio... a member of the Big Three.

“S-Sorry..!!!” the white haired male stammered out, taking a step—more like a jump—backwards.

And knocked over a trash can. And proceeded to fall into the trash. 

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@diverse-hearts​ 🖤’d~

“I am damaged, far too damaged... But you're not beyond repair. Stick around here, Make things better, ‘Cause you beat me fair and square...”

“Hope you'll miss me... Wish you'd kiss me... Then you'd know I worship you....”

“...I'll trade my life for yours...”

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“You left me and I fell apart,

I punched a wall and cried—”

BAM BAM BAM!!

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“What’s this..?? It seems like it’s been forever since I saw you last, Ryu~... And look! You’ve changed your clothes and hair! Hmm, I think I like this version of you even more~...”

What was this?? Atsushi, but not. Red eyes with dark circles surrounding them started at the hellhound. The male had black hair and dark clothing, like all of the colors on his body were reversed save for his milky skin tone. No, that was a bit paler... And his eyes, there was something wrong with them. Like he wasn’t all the way there. 

And Yokohama was so different... Like it was in the middle of a war. Fires, rubble, fearful citizens... Something was very wrong here. But what had happened? And who was this weretiger?

“You do realize you can’t come onto mafia soil without me, do you~? Oh, of course you do, but still. What are you doing here, doggy~?”

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@nightwardens​~

“Ryu~? Is that you~? I almost didn’t recognize you..!!”

The voice was familiar yet so new and unrecognizable. Atsushi’s voice but in a slow and almost eerie tone... Something was wrong about the way he spoke, and that was just his voice. 

The male looked like the weretiger Akutagawa knew, yet still so different. Instead of white hair and a white shirt, the shades were replaced with black. A red streak in his hair, blood red irises with dark circles around his eyes. His gaze... it almost looked like something inhuman, like he wasn’t all the way there. What had happened to the weretiger..? Was this just some joke? And Yokohama...it seemed like it did after a terribly gruesome battle.

The strange “dark” Atsushi approached the hellhound and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You look so different, Ryu-kun~... Why did you dye your hair and change your clothing style? You aren’t trying to escape me, are you..?”