As always, please review any errors you see and expect erratic updates, my creative juices just been flowing

When Denji came to, he smelled rust and the sea breeze, a scent that had blended in strangely well with his prior experiences on a beach. ...Then he noticed he was completely naked, and there was a group of people standing around him.

Jumping up in a frantic frenzy Denji hadn't experienced in a long, long time, he instantly spat out, "Fuck, back off! Hell are you creeps doing surrounding me!?"

He didn't have time to fucking process anything that happened in the last whatever amount of time, and he really did not want to be naked in front of a bunch of dudes.

"Okay– wait, kid, we were just worried," some dude with a weird ass face said– fuck did Revenge just dump him in front of Public Safety?

"Where's my damn clothes? I won't hesitate to beat the crud outta anyone here!" Denji quickly replied, in probable annoyance to the potential good samaritans.

The original man (fiend?) took a step forward to talk just to be blocked by some lanky guy in a suit. Something about the man seemed off to him, years spent being taught to avoid those who dressed rich in his line of business had drilled into his brain nearly permanently, only slipping off due to Denji's tenure as a suit-wearing bureaucrat himself. Still, he'd fight naked if he had to.

"I will just assume this was a bad prank done on you by your peers in school. Put on some clothes or you'll be reported for public indecency and take care to not let this happen again," the lean man curtly interrupted, taking a superhero-themed shirt and shorts out of… somewhere in his suit jacket and proceeded to just stand there.

Denji stared at him for a few solid seconds and huffed as he walked up to the man and snatched it out of the man's outstretched hands roughly with one hand, the other being over his own favorite part of his body (minus Pochita). "Yeah, thanks for not throwing these to me immediately."

The man uncomfortably stared into Denji's eyes for a moment before breaking contact, "O-of course, there's a park to the left of you, go ahead and change there if you do not feel comfortable in this area."

Eyes full of suspicion, Denji retreated away while facing the group, "Uh, thanks."

The group decidedly looked away from the retreating figure for Denji's sake as the previously interrupted man spoke up, "Sir? What did you get from your reading of him?"

Nighteye mulled over his responses to his lackeys before responding, "It didn't work on him. Most likely he had a quirk that interfered with the process. We need to report his appearance to the commission, and inform All Might's agency of the good job he did with the beach."

His sidekicks all nodded curtly before leaving him behind, their eyes straightforward and completely missing their leader's tremors in his hands. The man massaged his temple as he breathed deeply and cursed himself mentally for not immediately chasing after Denji, but it's not too often when his visions are so graphic and just stupidly insane as the boy's apparent future.

How the hell was he supposed to explain to Yagi that he just met a kid who was about to go on a fucking one man war on the Yakuza in less than a week?

Out of everything Denji wore, the shirt and shorts combination with some manga character on them smiling so wide you could count every molar in there were unsurprisingly up there in the most ridiculous things Denji had ever worn in public. Course back in the good days he and Power would just wear their uniforms all day outside, Aki being the only one who gave a shit to teach them fashion.

"Heh, I had a pretty decent life til everything went to shit aye Pochita?" Denji quietly said as he thumped his fist over his heart.

He was getting all twisted up about this shit again. Actually, he just started getting twisted up about things for the first time now that he bothered to use his damn brain. Fuck, everything he built up is fucking gone. He had… started to accept that his friend– no, his family was gone. In all honesty, that's the only reason he bothered to fight against someone so super strong and messed up like Miss Makima in the first place.

He didn't really care about whether he died there or not, Denji just wanted to help his buddy Pochita out. God, going through the list of people he might never see again made him feel like he was in that dumpster again. The first time, he felt nothing but red over that fucking bastard backstabbing Pochita after years of blind loyalty. And the second–

"Power..."

…

Dragging out his sigh, Denji realized he probably should do something. Anything. Aki was always pushing forward no matter what, right? Pointing his face downwards in the park he wracked his brain for what he was meant to do in a place he doesn't recognize. This place sure as hell is as busy as Tokyo, but he'd remember this side of the town if nothing else for the fact that the same guy that was on his clothes right now was plastered on nearly every building. Running around randomly shouting Power's name is a quick way to get jumped, there has to be some way to find out where he is right now…

"–yeah this book is really good–"

Ugh, he can't think with all of these random people in the park. Their yapping is blocking out all of his A grade plans right now. Hmm… Sensei would probably just phone some old geezer he knows and do something super badass, and– huh. Denji didn't really know anyone else (alive) besides Kishibe and Kobeni.

"–huh, the library is free? That's so cool–"

Focus, focus! Denji tapped his knuckles onto his forehead forcefully and decided to look at the chatty parkgoers around him. He had seen some when he had snuck away to change, but seeing chicks and dudes walk around with crazy looking bodies was weird. And that's coming from him, a guy who sees more fiends and devils in a week than civilian devil hunters do in their whole life. The only reason he hadn't pulled on his ripcord and started going buckwild was that his nose didn't catch a single whiff of devils that wasn't coming from him, and Denji trusted his nose more than his head nowadays. Still, he needed to know where he was… if only there was a place or something that could give it to him for free…

" –I am so glad that we have access to the local public library with free copies of the city's map! It's just so convenient–"

Denji stared thoughtfully into the ground before erupting in manic laughter, "Wait a damn moment, I'm a fucking genius! I'll just ask a hot chick as Chainsaw Man! Chicks love Chainsaw Man!"

…

Two scoldings from an upset mom and some prep kids about 'the sanctity of public parks and the dissonance created by cussing' later, Denji was directed to the nearest library.