I have zero plans for this fic. Like-zero. Zip. Nada. Do I care? No. Did I have a plan going into my other fic? Not really. Will I continue trying to turn this shit of fic into something good? Yes!

This is the only semblance of a plan I have after thinking for like 5 minutes:

Zenitsu and Genya act like brothers, Kaigaku is an asshole (but redeems himself), Giyuu is the mother basically, and Sanemi wants to beat the shit out of him for stealing his brother's love.

LMAO, I love making the most random shit ever on such short notice.

Aizawa Shouta was a hero. Well-an underground one. He didn't enjoy the spotlight and would instead just do his job in peace. He was a hero, not a damn celebrity! His job wasn't anything epic or fun like other heroes portray it-his job was to be a "hero".

There are times when Shouta wishes he hadn't chosen this course of work. It could be while he's on a particularly monotonous patrol, when he has to deal with overbearing students and way too gratuitous civilians-sometimes, these situations mess with his head.

This is one of those times.

In front of him stood five incredibly injured males. Well-only three were standing. The other two who weren't were either cowering away or actively cursing their "stupid human body."

The two oldest had white and black hair, respectively. They were standing up, along with a black-haired teen who looked similar to the white-haired man. Siblings, perhaps?

All five of them had katanas-the standing teen the only one having a blade and a shotgun. What a weird combination.

Besides that-where did they get these weapons? Do they have a license to carry them?

Though the blond teen seemed too jittery to have that line of work, they could be villains. A forced accomplice?

What's with their wounds, anyway? How have they not gone unconscious from exhaustion? Do they all have similar quirks-helping with the pain and blood loss? Who (or what) did this to them? Could they have fought each other?

"Who the hell are you?"

He spoke in a sort of...olden Japanese. Shouta understood him easily enough, but the fact was odd. "A hero." He saw no reason to tell them his hero name.

The ravenette on the floor snorted. " A "hero?" That's a fucking stupid way to refer to yourself."

The hero was mildly confused at his statement. Did he not know what a hero was? That was impossible-heroes were everywhere. And they were in Japan. They had All Might, one of the most popular heroes amongst the public. His face was everywhere.

Were these people even villains? How could they be when they didn't even know what a hero was?

Even if they were villains-they needed to be gotten to a doctor ASAP.

"I'm not here to hurt you. Put down your weapons."

"As if I fucking will!"

"If I have to, I will use force. Put. Down. Your. Weapons."

The older black hair was the first to give in. His alarmed expression turned calm (practically void of emotion really), and he sheathed his sword. The white hair looked betrayed at his movement and began to yell at him.

"Are you fucking standing down?! Are you such a coward ?"

No answer.

"Answer me, dumbass!"

Blue eyes met purple. "I trust that this... " hero" will not hurt us unless prompted. We are also in no condition to fight. The chances of us dying any second are high, and we cannot afford to, considering the situation.

I highly advise you to sheathe your blade."

The other man's perturbed expression waned to one only mildly annoyed. He scoffed before putting away his blade, motioning for the teen to do the same.

The ravenette hummed in appreciation before turning towards Shouta once more. "I assume you will be asking us questions, but before you do, I have a few myself."

The hero only grunted.

"Where are we?"

"*something* Park in *something*." ( Lmao, figure out the names yourselves, I'm too lazy )

The man's lips downturned slightly. "Well, I presume we're in Japan because we speak the same language."

"Hn."

"Why are there demons-like people everywhere?"

'Demons? Is this a religious thing or something?'

"What do you mean by " demons"?"

"What the fuck do you mean? These things everywhere aren't fucking human!" The angry white hair gestured wildly to the civilians everywhere. Do they not know what a quirk is?

"These civilians aren't things, but people."

"Hah?! You expect me to believe that?! Bullshit!"

The black hair sighed. "Might we ask why these "civilians" look like demons?"

'They definitely don't know what a quirk is. If they don't, then how are they standing and remaining unconscious with such damaging injuries? Do they have quirks, but don't realize it? Is everyone here unknowingly involved in some sort of...villain experiment?'

"It's their quirk."

" 'Quirk?" " The brunette echoed.

"It's essentially a "superpower" everyone's born with."

" Superpower...? "

"Yes. You've asked enough questions-now it's my turn. What's your name?"

The white hair hissed at him. "Why the fuck would we tell you that-"

"Tomioka Giyuu."

" What the fuck-"

Shouta made a note to check the system for that name later after he took them to the hospital.

"And the rest?"

"Tomioka" looked towards the pale-haired man next to him "Are you going to tell him, or am I?"

"Fuck off!"

"Shinazugawa Sanemi."

" I'll fucking kick your ass-"

Tomioka's expression didn't change at the threat. He only continued introducing people. "Shinazugawa Genya," he said, looking towards the shaven teen.

'So they are related.'

He motioned towards the blond clutching his leg. "Agatsuma Zenitsu."

The man looked toward the snarky teen behind him. "I don't know his name."

"I-it's Kaigaku..." Agatsuma muttered.

" Don't fucking tell him my name!"

"Well, Tomioka-san didn't know!"

"Exactly!"

Genya turned towards the two. "Don't fucking start up again-"

"Quiet, Genya! I'm so sick and tired of him!"

"Hah?! I'm sick and tired of your weak ass following me around!"

As the two fought, Aizawa turned to call an ambulance. He gave them a decent amount of information, half-listening to the argument behind him.

"You were a demon!"

"I'll gladly become one again!"

"WE'RE ALL FAR AWAY FROM HOME, IN A WEIRD PLACE WITH TALL BUILDING THINGS AND "CARS" AND "QUIRKS", AND YOU CAN'T FIND IT WITHIN YOU TO COOPERATE?!"

"FUCK OFF!"

"NO! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!"

"OH? REALLY? WHAT-ARE YOU GOING TO FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED?"

"No-I-"

"EXACTLY! YOU'RE STILL A FUCKING WIMP!"

Aizawa watched as the blond began to cry. He looked mad, yet tears spilled out of his eyes.

" Y-you...WHY CAN'T YOU JUST STOP FOR ONCE?! WE'RE ALL STRUGGLING HERE! W-we're-

We're all far away from home ."

Aizawa could see the signs of a panic attack. The teen was shaking, and he could hear his ragged breathing from over here.

"We're all supposed to be fighting, and now we're here, and who knows what's happening with Muzan, and everyone could be dying, and we can't help them- "

"Pull yourself together, dumbass! If we want to go back and help them, we have to deal with ourselves first!"

The words seemingly snapped the boy out of his downward spiral-he looked up, wide-eyed, at the speaker. Shinazugawa Sanemi, was it?

"Don't fucking start to lose hope now. We haven't even started doing anything yet!"

"B-but-"

"No fucking buts. Did you even listen to anything I even fucking said?"

Tomioka Giyuu nodded. "Shinazugawa-san is correct."

That earned a whimper from the blond teen, a grunt from the scarred teen, and a scoff from the older teen. All three stayed quiet despite themselves.

With that, the man turned to Shouta. "Before you ask any more questions of us, hero, I ask that you lead us to somewhere we can heal, and, if you may, please explain in more detail the world around us.

Though before any of that, I have one last question to ask."

Shouta decided to let oblige one last time. "Hn."

"Have you ever heard of a man-eating demon?"

The hero's face morphed into a frown for a split second before returning to his usual, stoic, and bored expression. "I have not."

The brunette only nodded, brows furrowed in deep thought. "I...I see...thank you for answering." He cleared his throat. "May I ask you to follow my other two requests?"

Before Shouta could answer, the sound of sirens was heard in the distance. All 5 troublemakers stiffened.

"...What the fuck is that?"

"It's an ambulance siren. It will bring you to the hospital."

That seemed to be enough to console them and get them to relax a bit more. The three teens began to talk aimlessly, the oldest letting out more insults and vulgar language. The two adults were the only ones whose stances were almost just as defensive as before.

The two just continued to stare at him-one gaze was full of suspicion, the other calm, and calculating.

Eventually, the ambulance came, and all 5 clambered in. The only two who couldn't stand had to be carried and were placed on the (unneeded) stretcher.

As the vehicle sped towards the hospital, Shouta let his eyes roam over the people before him.

Tomioka Giyuu. It was almost impossible to read him. He was covered in blood and didn't even bother to wince at the gaping wounds around his body. None of them did-only one didn't have a single scratch on him. It was the one named Kaigaku.

Shinazugawa Sanemi was easier to understand. He was an incredibly angry person. He had a temper and was suspicious of anything and everyone. Even so-he was still almost just as calm as the brunette. Did the man have some sort of control over him to calm him down so easily? Was Tomioka some sort of leader?

And then there were the three teens.

Shinazugawa Genya. He was related to Shinazugawa Sanemi and had just as many scars. He had a sturdy build and seemed on his way to growing taller than his older brother. As everyone else seemed to be someone focused on katanas, he wielded two weapons-a katana and a shotgun. From the way he held the blade, it looks as if he's more well-versed with the shotgun. He also had a temper.

Kaigaku. There was no last name to give, and he knew the blond teen. He was the only one there that knew him. There were also plenty of problems between the two, and Shouta could guess it had something to do with the brunette becoming a "demon". It was also most likely a "man-eating demon". He'd have to look into that...other than that, the teen just seemed to be a vulgar-tongued bastard.

Agatsuma Zenitsu. It was almost impossible that the boy was a villain. The more Shouta studied him, the more he was sure.e The others had a possibility, but he did not. He obviously had some sort of self-esteem issue and was someone who gave up easily. He cried at every little thing. Shinagawa had to give him some sort of pep talk to keep him from having a panic attack, while everyone else was as calm as ever. The teen was a nervous wreck.

It was the shittiest quintet Shouta had ever seen. How the fuck do these people know each other, and how the hell have they not strangled each other to death?! They are so many conflicting personalities it's mind-boggling.

That explains the screaming and yelling.

Another thing was the lack of trust between them. The two eldest personalities were opposite, making their decisions and outlooks clash. Kaigaku was the outsider of the group-as if he didn't belong there one bit. He seemed to hate every one of them. Zenitsu and Genya were the only ones who had faith in each other.

What's weirder was how they thought the civilians were "demons". And they don't even know what quirks are-nor heroes. Tomioka said something about "man-eating demons".

Where in the world did these people come from?

...

Giyuu did not like the situation he found himself in. Here he was, in an unknown place, with unknwon people. Well, he knew he was in a Japanese hospital, and people he knew did surround him.

He stared down at the bedsheets, unmoving. With his wounds, he'd be here for months on end.

The smell of antiseptics and sanitizer filled his nose. The smell was familiar-it smelt like the Butterfly Mansion. Though it didn't feel like it. Too many tubes were stuck in his body, and too many beeps and squeaks and squeals filled his ears-it was horrible.

He rather deals with Kocho's insistent nagging than this.

What he was glad for, at the very least, was the fact everyone got to share a room. A curtain separated the beds, but from the snoring and light breathing around him, he knew they were all here.

If they got separated, the brunette wouldn't know what to do. Shinazugawa could take care of himself, and so could Genya. The Kaigaku boy seemed responsible enough (though they had to keep an eye on him for demon reasons). What got him twisting his hospital down in stress was Zenitsu.

The blond was too moody, too...too scared. It seemed every little thing got him screeching and crying in terror. There's no way the boy could be alone. The same is for Kaigaku, but for the opposite reasons-he was too aggressive, too unstable, and less than a day ago he was Uppermoon 6.

It would be terrible if either was let out of someone's sight for the smallest of time.

Giyuu winced as he sat up, the tubes in him pulling uncomfortably at his skin. The doctor had told them it was a miracle they were all still alive. The only thing that seemed to keep them living was the abnormal amount of adrenaline flowing through them. What was odder, was his body didn't hurt even a bit. Of course, now, every wound ached with pain, and the adrenaline was long gone. Though he should at least feel agonizing pain, right?

Either way, the pain was bearable, and all four of them were fine. But that didn't ease his worry the slightest.

How in the world did they get here? Where are the demons? How did Kaigaku end up human again? How were the others faring against Muzan?

Did Muzan do this?

How?

WHY?

What would he get out of this? Three fewer slayers to deal with? Why would he send Kaigaku then?

It doesn't make any sense.

Why did this happen to them-right in the middle of battle? Right in the middle of the battle that would change everything for better or worse? Right when they had the chance to avenge all those who died at the cursed existence that was demons?

It hurts so much.

It hurts to know his comrades and allies had been fighting to death-and he was here, laying in bed, resting.

He wasn't even a real hashira. He didn't even deserve to be a demon slayer-and here he was, a fake demon slayer, letting everyone around deal with wreckage as he healed.

Even if Tanjiro was right that he shouldn't think this way-it still hurt.

He wished it was him who died.

Giyuu felt like he should be crying, but he wasn't. He wasn't going to let the tears come out. He had to be strong, despite the circumstance. Even if he was a fake hashira, the least he could do was try to be a real one. In place of what Sabito couldn't do because of him.

For the rest of the night, he could only stare at his hands and will the tears away.

...

It was morning, and the curtain between them was opened. The white-haired man look toward the ravenette on the bed beside him. His face was void of emotion (as usual), though he swears his cheeks were tear-streaked.

Sanemi knew Giyuu was awake throughout the night. He hardly slept a wink himself. How could they? They were teleported to (what felt like) a whole other world, and the worst part was that they had been in the midst of battle.

Sanemi supposed it was better than dying at the hands of Uppermoon 1. But still-why was he alive somewhere else, while the other slayers were dropping like flies fighting the demons?

If he was to get a second chance, the least the circumstance could do was make sure he was in the right goddamn place!

What use was he in an unknown location? At least he was still in Japan and not some other bullshit place. But it didn't matter either way. There was no way they were getting out of this hospital so soon without backlash. He'd spent enough time in the Butterfly Mansion to know that.

Even if they did make it out, they had no idea where to go. They'd head straight for the battle, but they have no idea where the battle is relative to their location. Besides-half of their group couldn't even stand, let alone walk.

And one of those two used to be a demon.

Even if they ignored that fact and found solutions for the three problems, they most likely wouldn't make it in time. When they made it to the hospital, it was afternoon.

It'd been already too late then. Now it was morning.

He could only hope they managed to slay Muzan.

And then, when they're done healing, they'd go find them. They'd go find them and either be greeted with smiles and laughs or death and blood.

They wouldn't know which until they got there.

Is this random shit turning into a cohesive story...? I am in disbelief. How the fuck did that happen?!

(Lmao I lied about the bulk upload-I'm way too excited to wait to post shit)