It was only supposed to be a field trip. Aizawa had ensured that the students in his care would be carefully monitored and supervised while they ventured out beyond UA's reinforced walls and security gates. How could Aizawa have known that once they left the safety of the school's walls that their bus would be taken by something none of them could see or anticipate?
Once the bus settled, Aizawa stood up at the front. "Okay, bit of a bumpy ride there, anyone injured?"
"Kirishima hardened and now I can't feel my arm!" cried someone from the back of the bus.
"I couldn't help it, dude!" said Kirishima.
"So aside from any rock-related injuries, is everyone else okay? If so, you all need to stay on the bus until we figure out what just happened. I'll go outside to get an idea of what we're facing here."
Aizawa paused to listen to any possible opposition to his plans. Finding none, he went to the door of the bus and swung out the arm that spread the doors open. The area was dim with a grimey look. Stepping off, he cautiously walked the perimeter of the bus. A low mist had surrounded the area, making it difficult for him to identify their location. The scent of seawater was in the air, the salt slightly irritated his nose.
"Mr. Aizawa, I need to use the bathroom and we didn't get a bus with an onboard toilet," whined Kaminari. Dim despite his electric ability, Kaminari stared at his teacher, a hand wedged between his tightly clenched thighs, waiting for an answer on how he should handle his urgent need.
"I don't recognize this area as being a part of Musutafu. Sorry but I'm not going to be able to direct you to the closest potty chair." Aizawa returned his attention to their surroundings. Tall buildings similar to the ones in their hometown just didn't give off that vibe. No, this wasn't Musutafu, Aizawa surmised quickly. His first suspicion was Kurogiri with the League of Villains. His quirk could possibly move a bus through one of his conjured portals.
Echoed footsteps from within the haze froze Aizawa in place. "Get back in the bus and shut the door," he breathed quietly to Kaminari as the boy quickly did as he was ordered. Without knowing where they were or who was approaching, his only course of action was to wait for a visual. Judging by the steps, there weren't many. As a stealth hero, small groups were more easy to subdue. He could only hope to catch them by surprise.
"I see we have visitors to our fair city," a voice said just beyond the misty veil. "Apologies for the assuredly jarring experience, but it's not quite within our control at the moment."
"And just what is the name of your 'fair city,' if you don't mind me asking," Aizawa answered, watching as the shadows darkening the mist grew closer. There were three people from what he could tell. Easy enough to manage on his own as long as they didn't try anything funny.
"Yokohama. It's normally a busy port city, bustling with all sorts of business, both legal and illicit. But right now, we've been under a siege of sorts." The person behind the voice appeared suddenly, the fog cutting away as if it were scared to come into contact with him. The young man wore a light brown trench coat over a slim fitting black vest. More striking were the white bandages that wound around his arms and seemed to extend directly to the top of his throat before they stopped.
"Siege?" Aizawa replied carefully. He watched as the stranger's two companions appeared at each side. One was a small young man with choppy white hair that screamed 'I cut my own hair.' The other had a mop of orange hair partially hidden under a black hat, his style of clothes similar to the man that had addressed Aizawa first. Black gloves were visible along his wrists, though he had his hands shoved deep inside the pockets of his black slacks.
"Indeed. A siege would be the best way to describe it. Oh apologies, we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Dazai and the boy to my left is Atsushi, while the tiny ginger demon to my right is Chuuya."
Dazai's introduction set off the short ginger demon, who grit his teeth and grabbed Dazai by the collar of his dress shirt. "Watch what you say, Dazai. If you really want to see a demon, I'll be more than happy to take you to Hell."
Dazai held up his hands in surrender, laughing to himself as Chuuya released him and haughtily returned his gloved hands back into his pants pockets. "I'm only here to ensure our little 'pest problem' is taken care of, don't think I'm a member of your pathetic agency, Dazai."
"Wouldn't dream of it, we do have standards, and height requirements, things of that sort," Dazai fired back as he returned his attention to Aizawa. "So anyway, I'm not sure where you were originally from, but due to our 'pests', you've been transported here."
Well that would explain the sudden change in scenery. "My name is Aizawa. Tell me more about your pests, maybe we can be of some help."
The little ginger demon chimed in again at that. "Hah! What do you think you and your Magic School Bus could hope to achieve! They already had to resort to pairing Dazai and myself up again, so I doubt the Hobo Express would manage any better."
"Who are you calling a damn hobo, fire crotch!" yelled one of Aizawa's most prominent problem children, Bakugou Katsuki. "Only little kids believe in magic, you'd better believe that my explosions will make you grow up real fast!" The explosive blonde launched himself off of the bus' platform and landed to Aizawa's immediate right. Hearing more footsteps behind him, Aizawa saw all of 1-A was departing the bus to stand beside him.
"S-Sorry, Mr. Aizawa. We couldn't stay on the bus anymore. Kaminari had an… accident," mumbled his other troublemaker, Midoriya Izuku. He looked more embarrassed to relay the information than Kaminari was for causing it in the first place. Silently admitting his blame for the boy's 'accident', Aizawa nodded in understanding and after having sensed the newcomers weren't inherently dangerous, allowed his students to join him.
"Whatever, just stay close to me and don't mouth off. We're obviously not in a good position to be getting these people angry."
Too bad Katsuki hadn't heard the memo, because he was currently nose-to-nose with one of the deadliest members of Yokohama's Port Mafia. Staring him down as if he were just another extra, Katsuki growled, "I don't care how tall or short you are, all you damn posers burn the same!"
"Ooo, that young man shouldn't taunt Chuuya like that," Dazai expressed half-heartedly. "It could lead to them interfering again."
Just as Dazai finished expressing his concern, the air around the explosive blonde and the fiery ginger seemed to thicken. Before either side could react, an explosion from Katsuki struck the distracted Chuuya, who despite having one of Yokohama's most powerful abilities, neglected to protect himself from Katsuki's powerful burst.
"Yep, looks like they got started again," Dazai said. He pulled Aizawa further from the awkward display between his student and Dazai's associate. "Look, the short version is that here in Yokohama, certain people are 'gifted' with abilities that are, for better descriptions, supernatural."
"So, like quirks?" Aizawa answered, as unflustered as he could be considering one of his students had just assaulted a random person with his quirk.
"Wha… Quirks?"
"Yeah, basically uncanny or supernatural abilities. Is that what you call 'gifts' here?"
Dazai looked back to Chuuya, currently rolling along the ground in an attempt to stop the sudden burns that Katsuki had caused.
"Close enough, I suppose. Recently, we ended up with a pair of 'gifted' twins that have some very powerful abilities. Considering the literary theme for our side of this crossover, it'll be best to refer to them as 'Mary Sue' and 'Gary Stu.'"
"I'm sorry, I'm not quite following the literary theme thing. I don't teach that class. Also, my student just caught your partner on fire," Aizawa said casually as he watched Katsuki desperately try to put out the flames currently engulfing Dazai's self-proclaimed 'tiny ginger demon.'
Briefly looking over to see Chuuya rolling along the ground as Katsuki tried to beat the fire off of him, Dazai cracked a very suspicious smile, as though the sight was more of a joy than a concern. "He'll survive. He always does, unfortunately. Anyway, these twins have been causing us a lot of trouble recently with their abilities. Are you familiar with fanfiction, by any chance?"
Aizawa expertly feigned a negative response, despite the impressive list of hero fanfics he's been inspired to write during his tenure as an underground hero. He had a lot of time on his hands and filled the boring stakeouts with writing challenges. "No, not at all, please continue," he feigned, casually looking away from Dazai.
"Well, fanfiction involves people that are obsessed with established fandoms creating content based on those fandoms. The problem is the twins can manipulate people by creating fanfiction or fanart content for them. Mary Sue makes any fanfiction tropes she writes become reality. Her twin, Gary Stu, can do the same if he draws it. Together, they've caused a lot of trouble here in Yokohama. We aren't sure how they pull people from other locations. It's either their abilities or plot convenience."
"So is that what is happening with my student and your associate? Bakugou has a temper, but he knows better than to set his quirk off carelessly," Aizawa asked.
As Dazai nods, they watch as Katsuki finally succeeds in extinguishing the flames, pulling Chuuya up and into his lap to cradle him against his chest.
"Oh good, it wasn't what I was expecting after all. I was going to guess angst or whump for the trope, but it looks like one of the twins opted on some hurt/comfort instead."
Katsuki's facial expression was one of utter confusion, which contradicted his actions and words. "I'll take care of you dear, it'll be okay I promise," he stammered out in disbelief. He pressed the equally mortified Chuuya's face against his cushiony pecs, stroking his free hand down the singed and smoking bits of orange hair.
"O-M-G it's so adorable! Even through their bitter rivalry they're still concerned enough to show their true feelings after their destined partner is injured!" A small lady screeched from nearby, her voice high and grating. Her hair was light brown and put up into two tight braids. Thick-rimmed glasses adorned her freckled face as she got closer to their group. A thick notebook was in one arm, while her other hand possessed a silver fountain pen that was currently dancing along the current page.
"Mary Sue, as much as I enjoy seeing Chuuya writhing about in bitter pain, you should really put an end to all this nonsense. AO3 exists for a reason."
Staring up at the tall, lanky man over the bridge of her nose, Mary Sue's smile turned sinister as she quickly took note of the current company. "So you enjoy seeing people in pain, Dazai? That just gives me the juiciest idea for a story!" Mary Sue started writing frantically in her notebook, though she managed to quickly evade Dazai's attempts to grab her.
"Mary Sue, p-please let me cover that one! I-I just had an amazing visual that I want to sketch for them. You c-can be the first to see it when it's done, p-promise!" A slightly taller young man appeared beside her, obviously the twin that Dazai had mentioned earlier, except his hair was loose around his face in wild tufts that just reached his shoulders.
Gary Stu also wore the same style of glasses and held a sketchbook in his hand. The pocket of his beige button-up shirt was bulging with pencils, markers, and erasers. Several ink stains had soaked into the shirt from pens that hadn't been capped properly.
"Mmm, okay, but you'd better not censor anything this time. You draw another lightsaber dick and I'll write you into a slow-burn that'll take forever to end. Have fun!" Mary Sue dodged Dazai once again as she tore out the page with the idea she had just started and crumpled it up. Gary Stu grinned as he took a good look at Dazai, then focused on Aizawa before directing his attention to his sketchbook. Retrieving a pencil from his pocket, his hand started to blur across the blank page.
"Looks like we're up, Aizawa. I haven't seen as much from Gary Stu, he leaves most of the control to his sister. This should be interesting, though." Dazai looked over to Atsushi, who was preoccupied watching Chuuya be coddled by a stranger that had managed to physically harm him, something he'd never seen happen before.
"Atsushi, whatever happens, just stay true to yourself, okay? No matter what is presented to you." Those were Dazai's last words before he and Aizawa faded away, along with Gary Stu.
"Where did Mr. Aizawa and that guy go?" Izuku asked frantically from the crowd of students. He'd already been shocked to see Katsuki in such an emotionally vulnerable position, clutching that small, angry man as though they'd known each other for years.
Man, he wished he was in the ginger's place, having his face smushed up against Katsuki's ample chest.
Aizawa felt the same jarring sensation as when the bus had first been moved, then found himself in a dimly lit room that had a neatly-made Queen bed in the middle. Noticing a draft, he looked down to see that his black long-sleeve shirt and loosely fitted black pants were gone. Instead, he wore only a small black thong. His capture cloth was wound around him in intricate patterns, shibari with the gray fabric that held his arms behind him.
"Now this I wasn't expecting from you, Gary Stu," Dazai said. He turned to see Dazai holding the end of his scarf, dressed in his same clothes. A small whip was in his other hand. "But I do appreciate your creativity, and the view," he continued as he looked Aizawa over.
"T-Thanks, it's one I've wanted to d-draw for a while. Mary Sue thinks it too cliche, but I f-find it beautiful. Especially when the Dom is the one you'd least ex-expect."
Dazai and Aizawa watched each other, wondering where Gary Stu was going with this. "Is this some kind of pet-play or something? I'm not following your intention here," Aizawa said as he tried to step away from Dazai to see how much range of motion he still had. He had attempted to erase Gary Stu's ability, but his quirk had no effect. The only thing he managed to achieve was having the thong wedge itself even further between his chilly butt cheeks.
"He's into BDSM, and if I'm not mistaken, he sees you as the Sub in this setting. Not sure if that's the way I'd interpret our preferences, but it's not our story, is it Gary Stu?" Dazai looked over to the young man currently busying himself with his drawing. His work was fast, only stopping occasionally to change pencils or to quickly erase a section before continuing.
Dazai walked over to the opposite side of the bed and tugged on the capture cloth, pulling Aizawa onto the bed, landing on his back with a huff. He felt the fabric tighten around him, squeezing around his ribs and thighs, his body repositioning itself without his control. Dazai kneed himself onto the bed, crawling over until he was straddling Aizawa's hips. "It appears he can control our bodies, but not our words. Just follow my lead, Aizawa. And put that thing away, neither of us are going to be using it today, unfortunately."
Aizawa blushed a deep red as his erection pressed against the seat of Dazai's pants. "If I could take care of it, I would, Dazai. He can make our bodies do what he wants, right?" Not that he wouldn't have had a similar reaction to a lithe young man practically riding him outside of their predicament, he just preferred his men to be blonde, loud, and incredibly obnoxious. Dazai was no Present Mic.
"Aizawa is so big, I don't know if I can take it all!" Dazai moaned as the hand holding the whip raised up to strike at Aizawa beneath him.
"W-Wait, that's not what y-your supposed to say. I can't d-do dialogue for my art, but that's not what the Dom is supposed to sa-"
Catching on to Dazai's plan, Aizawa continued in a sultry tone, "Even if you say so, I won't be stopping. You'll behave for me, or else…" The artist turned red, either from frustration or embarrassment, Aizawa wasn't sure. If he liked having a reversal of roles, then Gary Stu must not like seeing them reversed again.
"No, no! You t-two are doing it all w-wrong!" Gary Stu exclaimed as he approached the bed, dropping his sketchbook in the process. "That's not wh-what I drew at all, Dazai is supposed to b-be the one in control of you. You have to follow t-the art!"
Dazai leaned over and gripped Gary Stu's shoulder, using his own gifted ability to nullify other's gifts with only a touch. "I appreciate your artistic interpretation, but I'd prefer it if you didn't try to force me into a role I'm not suited for. I'm one of the greatest minds in this city, feared by many, but once I'm in the bedroom, there's another I call 'master.' Your sister set him on fire, earlier. I look forward to him taking that frustration out on me later, so thank you for that. Aizawa, we're done here, I thought I said to put that away?"
"Maybe you haven't noticed because he didn't change your attire, but my clothes didn't magically reappear when his ability stopped," Aizawa said with a growl as he covered the front of his skimpy underwear with his hands. "So did his control over us stop as soon as he dropped the sketchbook?"
Nodding yes, Dazai began to use the end of Aizawa's capture cloth to tie Gary Stu's hands behind his back. Once Aizawa was off the bed, Dazai took off his jacket and offered it to the nearly naked man. Undoing the rest of the cloth from his body, Aizawa took over restraining Gary Stu while Dazai picked up the sketchbook. He found a comic panel layout with the two of them drawn in their previous position. A panel featuring Aizawa's point of view from the bed showed Dazai looking down on him with an expression of sheer arrogance and power.
"You have a wonderful eye for detail, Gary Stu, may I keep this page? It would look amazing framed on Kunikida's desk."
"Dazai!" cried Atsushi, as Izuku yelled out to his teacher, Aizawa. Both young men, frantic over the disappearance of their mentors, ran to where they were last standing, looking around as if they could divine their location if they stood in the same place.
Mary Sue had her attention on Katsuki and Chuuya, who was now having his burns tenderly bandaged by a bewildered Katsuki, who looked as though he had tasted freshly prepared bull shit as he assured the stunned and horrified ginger that he was going to make him feel so much better.
"Where do you think they were taken?" Izuku asked Atsushi, who had taken to curling up into himself, arms hugging his knees as he squatted on the ground. "H-Hey, you've seen them use their abilities before, you must have more information on them, right?"
"I-I can't do anything! The fact that they've so easily taken out most of our agency just shows I'm not capable of handling this! I'm of no use to anyone, just totally worthless!" Atsushi said as he cried out. "I thought the incest angle with the Tanizaki siblings was bad, you have no idea how awkward it was to see them subjected to an 'mpreg' storyline. Which reminds me, I should start saving up for Junichiro's baby shower."
Staring blankly at the pathetic white-haired anime boy with an obviously tragic backstory, Izuku tried to focus on what he did know about their situation. They were transported to an entirely different city by a pair of 'gifted' twins that could bend people to their will just by writing or drawing the stories they wanted to create.
Suddenly, the urine-soaked bus didn't seem like that bad of a place to be.
"Look, I respect whatever trauma you're trying to work through, but Mary Sue can cause a lot of trouble if we allow her to keep using her power. So if you have anything useful to say, now would be a really good time to share it," Izuku said to the cowering Atsushi.
Izuku's close attention to Atsushi finally caught Mary Sue's attention as they huddled close together. "Well what do we have going on here? Two terribly cute young protagonists with absent fathers and past trauma? That's sparked an incredibly hot and emotional story for me!"
She looked over to Katsuki and Chuuya, who both had tears running down their cheeks and were now spooning each other on the ground. Katsuki took the role of big spoon, tucking Chuuya against his chest with one arm braced against his stomach while the other twisted a lock of orange hair lazily around his finger. "You two just stay like that for now, I simply must pursue this new idea before it fades away!"
Mary Sue's hazel eyes flashed with excitement as she watched Atsushi and Izuku while briefly glancing down to her notebook, her writing hand swiftly writing out a scenario featuring the two young men.
As the silver fountain pen came to a rest, Izuku grew nervous. He'd seen Aizawa disappear by Gary Stu's power and assumed that if Mary Sue really wanted to focus on one story without interference, she'd spirit away the subjects of her next fic to another location entirely. His guess paid off, as he was now situated in a room with little descriptive value, aside from only having one twin-sized bed positioned in the middle.
"W-Wait, why did we get moved?" Atsushi asked as he unfurled himself from his own little ball of social anxiety and looked around the room. He and Izuku both noticed Mary Sue in the far corner, seated in a wingback chair that belonged in a hotel room. The pen and book that granted her power rested in her lap as she watched the two young men.
"Well you can't progress your story among all the background characters. Once I saw how frantic you two were to find your missing leaders, the idea just struck me in an instant. We have these two guys, insecure and missing their respective father figures, and they need some reassurance-"
Atsushi cringed slightly as he interrupted, "Uh… Dazai as a father figure? I can't get on board with that. Do you have any idea how many times I've had to pull him out of tight, compact spaces since I first started with the Armed Detective Agency? It is a non-zero number, is all I can say. We had to stop using Tide pods for our laundry because he started referring to them as 'Millennial Mints' and ate them! I'm almost certain he started the internet challenge. The man has no business rearing children or holding any responsibility toward other human lives..."
Unamused by Atsushi's backtalk, Mary Sue glared at him as she continued, "Anyway, through their shared experiences, they find the comfort and strength they seek within each other. And on their first night together, after realizing how much they depend on each other during their journey, fate has brought them to this hotel where all but one room is occupied. A room with only one bed!"
"Only one bed?!" the two shrieked in unison. "We can't both fit on that bed!" Izuku exclaimed.
"Oh I'm sure that you can," Mary Sue replied as she took up her pen and paper once again. Izuku and Atsushi's limbs took on a life of their own, stumbling into each other as Mary Sue wrote of their tender embrace. Emerald eyes gazed into soft purple edged with yellow, both of them looking unsure and frightened over their loss of control.
Izuku realized that this must have been how Katsuki felt as he was forced to interact with Chuuya earlier. He couldn't imagine his childhood friend feeling scared, but to have your body taken over by someone else's whims… The look on Katsuki's face wasn't so surprising to him now.
"T-There's so much I want to know about you, Izuku," Atsushi said, obviously being pressed to speak through Mary Sue's control. "But we have a long journey ahead of us, we should rest." Atsushi led Izuku over to the small bed, only for Izuku to stop short.
He felt the words form in his throat, it was disorienting to speak words that had no connection to his mind. "We should, but I think we both know we won't be getting any sleep tonight." Izuku was burning from the inside out with embarrassment for saying such forward things to someone he'd only just met. A quick glance at Atsushi was enough to know that he was also equally mortified at their situation.
"Is that so? Well then, let's get right to it, Izuku." Atsushi bit at his bottom lip, so reluctant as he shoved Izuku onto the bed on his back, only to climb over and cage him with his limbs. Those beautifully shaded eyes pleaded an unsaid 'I'm sorry' as Atsushi leaned in to kiss Izuku.
It was awkward and rushed, their lips quickly opening and closing against each other with no real passion to fuel them. They could feel the warmth spreading from their bodies, and for a moment, it was pleasant. The two had grown up with little to no human physical interaction. At least, not this kind. Losing themselves briefly in this moment wasn't so bad.
"You're going to give me a reason to lose sleep, aren't you Atsushi?" Izuku said, his face turning so red he could have been mistaken for a strawberry. Thankfully, Mary Sue hadn't thought to write away their clothing yet, but even so, Izuku turning over and presenting himself on his hands and knees was a new level of tempting Hell that Atsushi hadn't discovered yet.
Atsushi could only watch as Izuku was moved into that submissive position. This wasn't where he had imagined his day would go. He expected to be wrangling Dazai from trying to off himself in the most ridiculous ways possible. Potentially losing his V card just hadn't been on the books for him today. Though he had to admit that Izuku was pretty damn cute, something just wasn't sitting right with him.
"Izuku, I…" Atsushi started, then failed to speak. He was right behind Izuku now, his hands on his waist with his fingers at the edge of Izuku's pants. One tug and he'd expose the green-haired boy, who he could feel trembling under his touch. Mary Sue's ability was pushing him to take Izuku and make him his. And after all that she had managed to get them to say and do, this should have been the easiest part to fulfill.
And yet, Atsushi just couldn't follow along.
He could feel the frantic push of Mary Sue's power try to force him to undress Izuku and continue her smutty storyline. It physically hurt him to refuse those orders. Suddenly, Atsushi was reminded of Dazai's last words to him before he disappeared.
"Atsushi, whatever happens, just stay true to yourself, okay? No matter what is presented to you."
And oh boy, this green-haired teen with a slim waist and thick thighs was certainly presenting to him. But with this, Atsushi realized what Dazai meant to get across, and once he did, he had to laugh, sounding insane for doing so.
"What are you doing? I didn't write you laughing during this scene!" Mary Sue said as she watched Atsushi double over as he found himself unrestrained once more, letting go of Izuku as he did so. Izuku collapsed on his stomach and buried his face into the closest pillow, so hot and flushed with embarrassment he was briefly concerned he'd catch the bed on fire.
"Wow, I'm not sure how you could have predicted this, Dazai, but I'm glad that you did," Atsushi said as he turned to look at Mary Sue. "I can't follow through with your scenario. Not when Izuku and I are both bottoms."
"Wh- No! I wrote it very clearly, you're supposed to take Izuku's virtue and strengthen your bond through sex! There's never been anyone that can change the course of the stories I write! My words become truth!" Mary Sue was livid now that her inspired idea wasn't following her specific outline.
"My truth is far stronger, and I won't be pushed to change because of you!" Atsushi yelled, a low growl rumbling in his voice. The tiger within was slinking against the bars of his cage, ready for the slightest hint of weakness he could use to barrel out.
Mary Sue's expression was fearful and distraught. No one had ever managed to fight against the power of her ability and win before. She'd seen so many other protagonists and side characters crumble to her will that it just felt foreign for someone to stand firm and say 'No!' to one of her whims.
"Ahh, I thought I heard a familiar voice," Dazai said as he entered the room through it's single entrance. "Sorry to interrupt what is likely a very moving story, Mary Sue, but we're going to have to call for a hiatus now," Dazai said as he used his nullifying ability to stop her power, though it had appeared that Atsushi's revelation had taken the fight right out of her. She slumped to the floor, looking back to her notebook and reading her own words over again.
"I don't understand…" was all she could say, her brows lowered in worry as she tried to understand where her ability had led her astray. Dazai retrieved her notebook and fountain pen and handed them to Atsushi. Izuku waited for Atsushi to step aside before he left the bed. As he went vertical, he saw Aizawa for the first time since Gary Stu had taken him away.
"Uhmm! I think there may be an issue with y-your clothes, Mr. Aizawa!" Izuku shrieked as he glanced away, though he kept peeking through his fingers to try to ascertain whether he was actually seeing what his eyes were showing him.
"How did you figure out that countering her fanfic tropes with a meme would stop her, Dazai? When you told me to be true to myself, you already knew that Izuku and I were both bottoms and that it wouldn't work, right?"
"I noticed with the scenario between Chuuya and that blonde guy that Mary Sue could direct them to do as she wished as long as it fell in line with their personality type. Chuuya is typically dominant, but enjoys being comforted from time to time. I don't know the other one that well, but he didn't seem to mind exploding first, then feeling obliged to help care for and soothe the person he injured."
Looking to Izuku, Dazai added, "Also, I know a bottom when I see one."
Izuku's face blushed even more at the topic of conversation, "C-Can we not talk about this right now? My teacher is right in front of us…"
"I'm not surprised or embarrassed, Midoriya. What I would like to do is get out of here so I can put on some normal clothes. Though Mic may appreciate it if I hang onto the thong."
Led by the twins, the group found their way back to where the bus had been left, along with the rest of Aizawa's class. Most of the students were huddled together, watching carefully as Katsuki and Chuuya circled around each other, exchanging threats now that they were free of Mary Sue's puppet strings. As Chuuya caught sight of Dazai and the others, he ignored Katsuki and rushed over.
"Why is that naked hobo wearing your coat, Dazai?" Chuuya asked as he stared daggers at Aizawa, who only rolled his eyes as he walked past him and approached Yaoyorozu to request a new set of clothes.
Dazai patted the top of Chuuya's hat, "Aww calm down, he's not totally naked you know. He is wearing a thong under there, and his boner has even gone down! Not that I would have done anything with it anyway, Chuu-ya ."
Getting the rise out of Chuuya that he intended, Dazai watched as his tiny ginger demon blushed and grabbed him by his shirt collar. "That's it, let's go Dazai. Just for all that, I'm going to enjoy punishing you." Just as they walked off, Dazai pulled out the whip that had been drawn into existence by Gary Stu earlier. He offered it to Chuuya as if it were an olive branch. Swiping it from his hand, Chuuya held onto it as he dragged Dazai away.
"It was nice to meet you all! If you would be so kind as to leave the coat with Atsushi, Aizawa, thank you!"
Now dressed in regular clothes again, Aizawa handed the long coat to Atsushi, who bowed to him and the class.
"I guess I'm the only one left that can really thank you for all you did to help us catch these two," Atsushi started, one hand holding onto the capture cloth that had the twins restrained. "The other members of my agency will be here shortly to take care of them. I'm sure you probably want to be getting back to wherever it is you're from, so I hope you have a safe journey."
Izuku bowed in return, thankful that Atsushi had managed to stop Mary Sue before they were forced to go any further than the kiss they shared. "Thank you for all that you did, Atsushi," he said as he stood straight and eyed Atsushi with a kind expression.
"And just what did that whiney little punk do, Deku?!" yelled Izuku's own explosive blonde demon. Already angered over his loss of control and subsequent public display of feelings, Katsuki didn't appreciate the way the new kid looked at his nerd.
"I-It was nothing, Kacchan, I swear!" Izuku yelped in a panic. The look of fear and admiration that Katsuki enjoyed seeing returned to Izuku's face once again, so he decided to leave the subject alone for now.
"Whatever, nerd, let's get outta this shithole."
Aizawa led his class back to the bus, groaning at the scent of piss as the students all quickly opened the windows while verbally berating Kaminari. Walking to the very back, Izuku and Katsuki found Shouto already on the bus with a strange guy with stringy black hair and a long black overcoat straddling his lap. Engaging in a deep, lustful kiss that seemed to defy either guy's need for air, Shouto's eyes briefly fluttered open to look at his two classmates.
"Oh no, I don't think all of the fanfic tropes have been nullified, Aizawa! I think Todoroki is being affected by Mary Sue's power."
Akutagawa let out an angered moan as their makeout session was interrupted. He'd found the guy with the red and white hair and stoic expression interesting while secretly following Chuuya. Shouto's blunt and shameless offer to bring him somewhere a little more private to get to know each other better had initially brought on a blood-speckled coughing fit in Akutagawa.
Breaking their kiss but grabbing Akutagawa's ass with both hands as he pulled him closer onto his lap, showing he had no intention of stopping, Shouto looked at Izuku and Katsuki with confusion and mild annoyance.
"Who's Mary Sue? What power?"