Summary : While he was returning home after a day of classes all that was normal for the Vongola Decimo, or : disturbed by various explosions, the unexpected arrival of a certain pineapple illusionist, the dodge of a disciplinary committee leader, and many other problems, Tsunayoshi loses consciousness and wakes up in an unknown place, facing a strangely dressed nurse, and who says even more bizarre things.
Wait, how did he get transported to a parallel universe again ? Alter ? Hero ? Are all these people sane, by the Primo's underpants ?
In short, a new adventure for Tsuna and his friends, where he will learn to become a hero, and incidentally save the world from destruction... Oh ! Had he mentioned that the Earth was communicating with him, and that he had fallen in love with a notorious Villain ?
Important : I changed the ages of the characters, here Shigaraki is 17, Tsuna is 15 but 16 in like two months. I have no idea why I ship them, but it came naturally soooo here you go!
Parrings : Tsuna/Shigaraki, 8059, 6918, Eraser Head/President Mic. Apart from the main parring, the others will be in the background, and I'm not even sure they will appear at some point, but in case I put them to you.
Hello hello !
How are you doing wonderful readers ?
I'm posting this second chapter right in time, and the third one is almost done ! :D
Who knows, maybe I'm gonna be able to keep up like that ? Wish me luck XD
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The hero with shells
Chapter 2 :
A discussion that brings only headaches
The next day Tsunayoshi opened his eyes in the uncomfortable infirmary for the second time, hoping it would be the last. He was definitely not going to be able to live forever in the medical wing of this high school, (Yuei was it ?) nor remain as lost and dependent on all those adults he barely knew. The mafia may have made him paranoid about others, but he did not think it was a bad thing. If this hypervigilance enabled him to avoid an assassination attempt or two, well, he was not going to spit on it.
It was therefore in this joyful and enthusiastic state of mind, note the irony, that the Decimo prepared for his day, which was expected to be as mentally draining as the previous one. A long sigh eluded him, both directed to the world in general for putting him in a new position beyond norms and logic, and at his lack of spare clothes. He only had his uniform on his back, not to mention the underwear, and it seemed that no one thought to lend him some spare clothes... Well, it will just have to do for now.
It was not the first time he had to wear the same outfit two days in a row, and it never killed him. In addition, there was an accessible bathroom, so he was going to be able to get rid of that constant dirtiness that had been inhabiting him since he woke up. Yesterday, he had been too carried away by the events to feel it, but taking a shower seemed to be the best idea he had ever had at the moment.
Tsunayoshi borrowed a towel and the soaps available to the wounded, and quickly washed, putting on clothes from the day before with a small grimace.
When he left the bathroom, he was greeted by a Recovery Girl who had arrived in the meantime. Nervously smoothing his shirt, crumpled by events, he greeted her awkwardly.
She only answered with an indulgent smile, before placing on the nightstand a tray where was set a modest breakfast, which made his stomach to growl, and the Sawada to blush at this embarrassing sound.
"You should eat little one, when you're done, you will have to go to Director Nezu to find out what is going to happen to you from now on."
The Vongola nodded, sensing that the familiar ball of stress that never failed to tear his bowels was back. He was no longer so sure that he even wanted to eat his breakfast in fact.
He still manages to eat half of it, before giving up loosely fighting his dissenting stomach.
Was he going to have to leave here, and leave the only people with whom he had contacts to fix the situation ? Or were they going to entrust him to "competent" authorities, so that they can find him a home to live in until he reached his adulthood, thus greatly reducing the chances of returning home because of the lack of freedom ? Were his friends okay ? Were they even in the same timeline as him ?
He was divided between the hope of not being alone in this new adventure which he would have done well without, and the one that expected him to stay at home, out of the potential dangers that this parallel universe could represent.
The Decimo thought of Byakuran, wondering if the marshmallow bastard existed here and if he could help him travel home if he asked him kindly... A new sigh was heard, and his shoulders slumped. As if it were going to be that simple...
Noticing the worried glance, the nurse threw at him, Tsuna forced a reassuring smile and followed her to the director's office.
The path took about ten minutes, and the Vongola's boss ended up having his head spinning by means of stairs and corridors. This high school was stupidly big ! If he was asked to return to the infirmary without an attendant, he was certain to get lost.
They finally arrived at the office door, and without giving the Sky time to prepare mentally, Recovery Girl knocked and opened it when the authorization was heard.
Tsunayoshi swallowed and entered, the nurse returning to her wing after an encouraging smile thrown at him, greeted the three people in the room with a nod. He did not have enough confidence in his voice not to derail if he ever tried to say something. At least he was not out of place since they were the same adults as yesterday. He was looking for comfort where he could, okay ?
Once the greetings and politeness of measures were exchanged, Director Nezu returned to the heart of the matter.
"Sawada-kun, you must be a little lost by everything going on, but we are going to make sure we fix it all, alright ?"
Tsunayoshi fluttered his eyelids several times, surprised. Was the white animal trying to reassure him ? This is one more thing he was unfamiliar with. Usually, the people around him (Reborn) were content to throw him into trouble (Reborn), without really worrying about how he could feel, and even making fun of his moments of weakness and insecurities (always Reborn). He was often the one who reassured others and made sure everyone was okay and did not panic too much. Not that it bothers him to do it, far from it, just that he... He would have liked to see the other side of this kind of exchange more often.
His guardians looked after him in their own way, some a more... aggressive than others, and he cherished these moments warmly. But concretely, they always expected him to deal with what happens to them perfectly and without a complaint, to take his status as Boss seriously and to settle all the problems that got in their way as quickly as possible.
The point was that he was only 15 years old, and half the time he had no idea of what he was supposed to do. They always ended up doing more or less okay, but it was only thanks to all those around him, quite paradoxically, and despite all his bad faith and his tendency to cowardice, he was grateful to all these people having crossed his path.
Tsunayoshi learned a great deal from everything that was going on, everything that was being said and all the mistakes made over time. But regardless of his dear tutor, he remained a teenager, not yet quite a high school student, who had barely forgotten his first crush, and who stumbled every morning on the stairs he had known since childhood.
So, seeing adults take the situation into their own hands, or rather on their paws here, without expecting anything else from him other than to be well and to wait wisely for things to happen, was more than disconcerting. A foreign heat warmed him from the inside, partially easing the blizzard that had inhabited him since he had woken up here alone and far from his guardians for the first time. What a pathetic Sky he was…on his own without his elements to complete him…
Realizing that he had been staring at the headmaster without saying anything for too long to seem normal, the Sawada shook himself and nodded, bowing from his chair.
"Thank you very much Mr. Director, I don't know what I would do without your help."
His thanks extended to everyone in the room, but Nezu quickly brushed them off with a paw movement and a little laugh.
"Oh, but it's no problem at all Sawada-kun, we weren't going to let a lost child fend for himself in a world he doesn't know!"
The Decimo merely nodded again, not knowing how to respond to this statement. He would have said that it had technically already happened, and that he had more or less been entrusted with the future and the security of dozens of parallel worlds destroyed, or in the process of being destroyed, but he suspected that this was not the best line to give...
"Um... Sawada-kun, how would you feel enrolling in our high school until we can take you home ?"
"uhh... Excuse me…?" the little brown head questioned a little stupidly, his hands resting on his thighs, closing on his pants.
Around him there were similar reactions and he was almost certain to have heard Professor Aizawa mumble an insult or two about extra work far from welcome.
Nezu's smile only grew, even though he ignored his colleagues.
"We don't know when you're going to be able to go home, and as a principal, I can hardly let a student leave the school course when I can stop it !"
Sighing heavily, the head teacher of class 1-A put a hand to his forehead, looking like he really wanted to go back to sleep as soon as possible.
"Even if you say that director, there are no more places in the general or management fields, and as for those of support... I doubt that he can catch up with the program that quickly."
This answer seemed to be expected by the over-intelligent animal, since he merely drank a sip of his tea before responding calmly.
"There is always the hero course, right ? And with the reassignment of Mineta-kun, the place should not be a problem."
Tsunayoshi followed the exchange with big eyes trying to figure out what was going on. He still had not understood these people's obsession with heroes and had previously believed that it had just been a quirk of the nurse, who, as a competent doctor, could be considered that way.
The detective on his side frowned into his notebook, waiting for the end of the argument to refocus on the conversation.
A sarcastic sneer followed by a bloody aftershock cut him off in his early reflection.
"The hero course ? Director, this boy is Quirkless, how can you- "
"Oh Aizawa-kun, I thought you at least would understand that the Quirk is not everything. All that is needed, is to adapt the practical sessions to the best of our ability, there are dozens of ways to do this. I am sure that our dear detective here, will be able to help us get Sawada-kun into the databases, given the exceptional circumstances of his... Presence."
The man in suit and notebook seemed about to respond to the white fur ball when a sudden punch from Professor Aizawa was heard on the principal's desk. This startled Tsunayoshi, who let out a little ridiculous squeak. He felt cold sweat shivering his down his neck at the thought of what Reborn might have done to him if he had been presented to testify to his reaction "unworthy of a Boss of his rank". He would probably had hit him with Leon Hammer. Hard.
A disapproving frown hardens Nezu's features at this excess of violence, but before he could make the slightest remark, the hero Eraser Head cut him off, holding back from yelling.
"You can't be serious ! You cannot put a student in such a dangerous position when he cannot defend himself ! You have seen everything that has happened with the League of Villains ! It's suicide !"
The director's gaze softened, and an understanding smile soon appeared on his face as he listened to his colleague's concerns about what the heroic transfer of Tsuna would entail.
The teen, on the other hand, was still lost. The League of Villains ? Oh, really ? Couldn't they, whatever they were, have come up with a better name ?
He hesitated to voice his dissatisfaction with being side lined on a subject that visibly concerned him greatly but decided to wait until the tension subsided. He did not want to be yelled at or thrown out because of a clumsy remark, thank you very much.
"Aizawa-kun," he began, and in view of the teacher's irritated face, the white animal had left for a long tirade. "I understand your concern for your student, as you so aptly called, but I am sure that with the right security measures, and special attention so that the media does not get involved, we will be able to protect Sawada-kun." He exchanged an eye with the detective, before resuming. "And then, with you as a head teacher, he should be able to learn some basics of self-defence just in case, yes ?"
A sigh filled with irritation left Shouta after a moment of silent reflection and he sat down in his chair, plunged his nose into his white scarf and grumbled.
"You always do as you please... I don't know why I still bother arguing with you..."
Nezu answered him only with a half-sorry, half-fun smile, and not completely sincere if you wanted his opinion, before turning to Tsunayoshi.
"Well, now that all this is settled, we can-"
The Decimo interrupted him without remorse, his lips wrinkled with discontent, and his shoulders stretched out. To hell the politeness, he wanted answers before he had a nervous breakdown !
"How is it 'settled' ? I understood absolutely nothing of what you said, sir."
The director stared at Tsuna, surprised by the vehemence of the teenager who seemed so docile until then, and then resumed.
"My apologies, Sawada-kun. I did not intend to exclude you from the conversation. What do you want to know ?"
Liar.
Intuition weakly resonating, made Tsunayoshi blink, then display a pout of incomprehension. There was no need to spare him for something so futile.
He did not cling for long to the anger that had inhabited him throughout the exchange, divided between the desire to get up and just leave the room without a word (since obviously no one seemed to be interested in Sawada's opinion on what was going to happen to him), and that of waving his arms in the hope of drawing the attention of these adults too caught up in their arguments.
Instead, he slipped an eye to Tsukauchi, curious to see if his power had detected the lie as well. But he received only a confused look in return, and shifted his attention back to Yuei's director, burying his disappointment and questioning.
He nodded slowly but did not relax, feeling that the vaguely calculating air that had passed over the animal's features must have been due to his notorious inability to prevent his emotions from playing on his face.
Bowing his head to the side, he asked, hoping that they would finally be able to clear up this point that had bothered him since he woke up.
"Um, well, I would like to understand what you mean by 'Hero Course' ? I'm having a little trouble conceiving how a high school can propose such a course like this…"
Tsunayoshi frowned, almost expecting the people in the room to burst out laughing and tell him that it was all a bad prank mounted by his dear tutor.
It obviously did not happen.
Nezu's expression lit up before he had the decency to appear embarrassed and leaned on his chair.
"Ahah, maybe we should have clarified this detail a little earlier for you, Sawada-kun. In our world, the appearance of the Quirk three generations ago, has greatly changed the way our societies work. Hero's work has become indispensable, even if complex to pick up and dangerous, because of the villains who use their Quirks for bad things."
Thoughtful, the Decimo said nothing for several minutes, grateful to the director who gave him time to digest this information. Dozens of questions floated in his mind and this required the mobilization of all his good manners taught by his mother, not to just bombard his poor interlocutors with not yet complete reflections.
Giggling uncomfortably in his seat, he finally opened his mouth.
"You say they appeared, but how exactly did it happen ? Has everyone been affected ? Or is it still…?"
He could hardly believe that the situation was as simple as the white hairball described it, and sincerely hoped that it was just the habit that drove him to take this subject so lightly. Usually, he would have left the most technical and precise aspect of this collection of information to his right-hand man, who would certainly have loved to learn more about this unknown parallel world and how it works, but since he was alone in this adventure this time, he had to stick to it.
And more, his Intuition resounded softly from the beginning of the exchange, pushing him to look beyond what one would like to give him. He felt that the reason of his presence here must have been more or less directly related to these stories of heroes and superpowers. The fact that he appeared, (visibly without the help of the ten-year-old Bazooka since he had no memories linked to such familiar pink smoke) in a hallway of a school which apparently taught courses in heroism, was certainly not a coincidence, even if it would have been simpler. The Universe was not this nice to him for that to be it.
His shoulders were discreetly slumped as the Sawada held back from sighing, the weight of the world and the responsibilities of which he was not yet aware of already, weighing on his person.
Nezu says nothing about his visible lack of enthusiasm for this world which, at first glance, seems exciting, even magical, surely putting off the fact that he was not there of his own volition.
"It started with the birth of a luminescent baby in China, and then many children developed Quirks. Today about 80% of the population owns one. We assume a rare genetic mutation for this sudden change, but the source of this change is still unknown to this day, if that's what you want to know."
Tsunayoshi raised an eyebrow, dubious.
"So easily ? But it does not just affect humans, does it ?"
Tsukauchi was heard for the first time in the last half hour, sending a sympathetic smile to the confused teenager.
"Indeed, as Director Nezu is an example, Quirks can develop in animals as well, although this is very rare. There are many conspiracy theories that revolve around the origin of these powers, but scientifically…?" he ended, shrugging his shoulders, unable to answer his questions.
The brunette creased his lips, nervous of the mystery that hung over this subject as well as by his Intuition. He unconsciously raised his hand to the ring that hung from his neck, hidden under his clothes. He did not know what to do with all the information that ultimately did not help him any more than that, and the theories that were beginning to germinate in his mind did not appeal to him.
Snatching his thoughts, he returned to the heart of the matter, not without thanking the detective for his clarifications.
"And so, you want me to integrate into your school into a stream full of students with superpowers, when I know almost nothing about it, and I clearly don't have any of these powers ?"
He knew that he was close to lying by saying that he had no powers, his Intuition and Flames may very well fall into this category, but it was nothing like that of the Quirks. And, with the man with the notebook lack of reaction allowed him to confirm what he has been thinking minutes ago. The detective's Quirk was only supposed to react when the man activated it, quite unlike his own lie detector, which gave him migraines at the slightest opportunity….
Professor Aizawa to his right raised an eyebrow to the director, supporting his remarks, but said nothing.
The said director merely smiled cheerfully, as if he did not see the -very many- problems in his idea.
"Exactly ! Although I am sure that for the 'without Quirk' aspect, we will find something to satisfy the curiosity of your future comrades."
Nezu's insistence on Tsunayoshi entering his school made the young man twitch, beginning to think that the white animal just wanted to keep an eye on him, and prevent him from running away Primo knows where. Despite this, he could not blame him and would have found the opposite reaction very strange. What human, (or animal in this case) would not find the impromptu arrival of a young man in one of his corridors, probably also coming from another world, suspicious ? Although, for the time being, the 'other world' aspect had been brought up by the director himself.
Thinking a moment, he measured if it would be helpful to give information of his Intuition to resolve the problem been faced, or if it were going to be thrown back at him one day or another. You never know with the world, and Tsunayoshi seems to upset It fairly often without meaning it.
With an unconfident sigh later, Tsuna opened his mouth unsure of what his confession might bring.
"Um... There is this thing that has been transmitted in my family for a while now, but I am not sure it fits the Quirk's definition…"
The self-interested glow that had just lit up in the overly intelligent gaze of his interlocutor made him swallow.
"Oh ? Will you describe it to us if you please, Sawada-kun ?"
Tsuna nodded, nervously writhing his hands, more than aware that he had everyone's attention.
"It's not much, but uh... My first ancestor seemed to have had it called it 'Hyper Intuition', and it's pretty explicit."
Aizawa spoke again, the suspicion emanating from the man having subsided over the discussion.
"What kind of intuition ? Are you good at gambling or something ?"
The brown gravityless head frowned, then raised a shoulder.
"I don't know, maybe ? I have never played that stuff so I cannot answer you. But it is more in general. It usually warns me of dangerous or fatal situations, and when someone lies to me, for example."
He glanced at Tsukauchi, who was also looking at him in surprise before refocusing on his future teacher who had squinted. Tsunayoshi mentally slapped himself in the back of the head, realizing only now that bringing his possible experience of deadly situations was perhaps not the best idea...
"And that's accurate ?"
This time he took the time to think about it before giving his answer, blinking.
"I can't tell you exactly what the threat is until it's in front of me, but I'm going to feel it long before."
Then he carried a hand to his temple and rubbed it, grumbling about the headaches caused by this damn ability.
Meanwhile, the three men exchanged knowing looks, until finally Shouta blurted a 'it might work' still ringing with doubts. This surprised the Sawada, who would have expected the professor to protest to the end without bothering to question himself or revise his judgment with the information he had brought. It was nice to see that what he said was well listened to and taken into account by those around him.
The next ten minutes were used to explain to Tsuna what they felt was most necessary for the time he was going to spend in Yuei.
Dormitories were apparently going to open next week, on the return of students currently on summer vacation, and he was going to be able to have a room to sleep in, instead of squatting one of the beds in the infirmary, even though he would have to check in regularly to Madame Shuzenji it seems.
In view of his lack of personal effects and equipment, (a problem he had timidly brought up after remembering his lack of spare clothes) emergency shopping was going to have to be done in the afternoon for the most important items.
The scholarship money given by the state for orphans without means, since he was apparently going to be considered as such in this world in view of his lack of ties and family, even distant, was going to cover his costs of education, food, and business if he managed his budget properly.
Nezu hurried to reassure him by telling him that he could come see him, or any of his teachers, even Tsukauchi-san, if he ever had any problems.
Professor Aizawa was going to be the one who was going to accompany him during his outing, since he was the only one free in the small group aware of his existence. Although, the aspect of an afternoon spent shopping with one of his students did not seem to delight him. It was not as if he could say the opposite personally, having never liked the shopping sprees in which the girls occasionally dragged him into...
He was also going to have to discuss with the detective in the next few days to concretely tell what had happened to him in the hope of finding a way to bring him home. Despite the fact that he knew no more than the others on this one. He had the knowledge and experience of inter-temporal travel of course…, Not like he had the slightest intention of telling them about it anyway.
He was exhausted by everything he had to do, but already noted to gather a good amount of newspapers during his trip to the city to learn a little better about heroic elements that had happened recently. Not wanting to be completely out-of-place with others when the time to go back to school comes.
Back to school, which he didn't even want to think about, made a stress ball in his belly just at the thought of having to appear before an entire class and integrate among them when they already all knew each other, made him green.
Why couldn't everything just go as smoothly as possible without anything upsetting happening for once ?
Well, I think we're done ! I'm not really proud of the end, but we have to end it somewhere heh.
Next time, we will have the first interaction between the main ship, and the lovely shopping trip who may not be as peaceful as it was meant to be... *angel face*
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EDIT : This chapter have been fixed by my Beta Nurikuro, a bit thanks to her ! :D
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