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Isekai in the Time of QuarantinePart 4

Jin Bubiagawara/Twice

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3]

Warnings for: Spoilers, Swearing, Jin

Dedicated to the people who’re sticking around for this. I do appreciate it, and I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves and having some fun now and then!

It took all of two days for Jin to warm up to you. It wasn’t quite the fastest bond you’d made (that honor went to your bestie from high school--5 minutes in homeroom), but it was quick enough that you were surprised. You’d imagined gaining his trust would take days on end, putting your energy behind every act of kindness you could think of that would keep him from wanting to kill you.

In reality, you let him sleep on the sofa, made him breakfast and dinner (he was on his own for lunch because of work), picked up some clothes for him, and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. As long as it wouldn’t end with you both getting arrested. (He wasn’t thrilled about that, but a line had to be drawn somewhere.) You’d been too tired after work each day to do anymore. You’d wanted to, but....

Just two whole days. And then you woke up on that third day and he was making breakfast for you in his Twice costume. Damn if that bodysuit didn’t accentuate everything. It was by far the best thing you’d ever woken up to.

Not that you weren’t concerned. You were. And you were still on edge. Because, yeah, you liked Jin. And Jin in his Twice costume had to mean that he trusted you at least a little. Maybe. But he was also a villain you’d (maybe) somehow dragged into your world. You hadn’t been able to find anything online about this sort of thing.

What were you supposed to do?

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“I’m back.” You pushed open the door with your back, arms not quite as full of groceries if they might’ve been at any other time. Because you’d been kicked out of the store closest to you, you’d been forced to hunt down the next closest place. Which meant having to memorize the bus schedule. And walking. So much walking.

Jin was fiddling with something on the couch as you set the groceries on the table. You paused. He had his mask on as well as the coat you’d gotten him. (You’d been worried because you had to order it online, but it fit him surprisingly well--then again, he did know his body measurements.)

“Um, everything okay?” A knot settled in your stomach when he slowly stood up, his back still towards you. Was this it then? It’d been a week and a half now, and neither of you were any closer to a solution. He must’ve reached his limit.

There were a number of ways he could do it, end you. They all flashed through your head.

You’d already told your parents they didn’t need to come get you. Some quick, bullshit story about your “friend” Jin who you knew from school and had been working on his Master’s degree only for the university and his work study to close, leaving him without money or a place to stay. Wasn’t this awesome? Now you didn’t have to worry about anyone trying to break in.

No one would know, except maybe your damn landlady who kept hitting on Jin whenever he stepped outside. But, God, she’d be next wouldn’t she. He’d--

“J-Jin?”

He turned around. There was a lump under his jacket. His hands were cradled under it, as though he was holding his stomach. “I’m pregnant, and I think the baby’s coming.” He said simply.

You looked at him. Then you looked at his stomach, “What’s in your jacket?” When it squirmed suddenly, you jumped backward, “Jin, what is that?”

“I told you I’m pregnant!” He insisted, and then he opened his jacket further before moving his hands and the thing further up his chest. “And the baby’s coming!”

What the fuck. Were you dying tonight or what?

All you could do was watch as Jin moaned--definitely not imagining him moaning like that for any other reason, oh no, definitely not--and lifted his hands until a little pink nose appeared from the opening of his coat. And then a pair of white paws. And then a tiny black head with little pointed ears. Until you were staring at a little tuxedo kitten meowing at you from the confines of Jin’s coat.

“It’s a boy!” Jin cheered, “Let’s name him Dabi, honey.”

A second passed. Then another. Then--

“Hold on,” You started digging through your purse. “Don’t move. I need a picture of this.” You ended up taking several. (Jin was used to it by this point, you didn’t need to really ask anymore.) Once you were satisfied, you asked, “Did you steal that cat?”

“No way!” Jin made an X with both hands, causing the newly named Dabi to squeal and almost fall back into Jin’s coat before Jin caught him again. “I birthed him--you were there!” His left hand, the free one, started waving, and he huffed. “Not now, lefty. Daddy and I are talking about our darling new baby!”

If I’m “Daddy,” does that make him “Mommy”? Oh, awesome, now you were imagining him as a fifties housewife, pearls and all. You snorted, nearly choking on the laugh that threatened to escape. Although--nope, no, your brain needed to be clean for just one minute. “Can I hold our son then?”

You could feel the way he was beaming at you as he handed little Dabi over (hopefully the real Dabi would never find out). It made you grin as well as you cradled your “son.” Where Jin had found the cat, you weren’t quite sure, but it was friendly enough. As soon as you held him, the little dear climbed onto your shoulder, body vibrating as he purred against your ear. His fur was super soft too, like petting a cloud.

Oh well, you’d always wanted a pet around. “I can’t believe you got a cat and set everything up,” You smiled at Jin.

He blinked, “Set up?”

Um. “You know, the litter box and the food and--you didn’t get that stuff.”

Jin was silent, right hand still wrapped tightly around his left. You weren’t quite sure what he was thinking, but you had a pretty good idea (Jin always hated letting people down after all). Smiling, you handed Dabi back over. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll run out and grab what we’ll need.” Stepping towards the door, you hesitated. Then you turned back around and gave Jin’s arm a quick squeeze. It was the first time you’d brought yourself to touch him. To actually touch him beyond accidentally brushing against him. “I’ll be right back!”

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By the second day, Jin had understood why he’d been brought to your world.

On the surface, you were normal. Just an average, goody-two-shoes, upstanding citizen. You woke up, worked yourself to the bone, and then you’d go for a walk or eat or read. In his world, Jin wouldn’t have spared you another glance.

“...wake up, get in line and be miserable and terrified like the rest of us!”

You weren’t happy. Not just because of the sickness that forced you to stay in your home a majority of the time. You weren’t happy because you were trying to force yourself to be normal.

He could hear it every time you talked to yourself. The way you sighed after a video meeting with your boss. You were trying to force yourself to fit the box your society had shoved you into. You wanted to be “normal.” You wanted to be accepted on their terms. Who else but Jin could understand that feeling of utter loneliness?

Really, you were just like him. No. If anything you envied him. He’d seen your social media after all.

There wasn’t much else for him to do while you worked besides smoke, watch TV, and wander around until you went looking for him (because you were concerned about him, weren’t you? Afraid he’d leave you alone again to suffer). You felt bad for him that second day. He could see it in the way you fiddled with your utensils, glancing at him before looking to the door or back into your room. Once you’d cleaned up to begin work, you’d gone to your room, only to come back with your laptop.

“I just put the password in, so you’ll be able to use it. If you want, I mean.” You’d said, moving from one foot to the other. (You were too cute, even cuter than Toga. Maybe? No, yeah, you were.)

He’d typed in his own name in the search engine, just to see what appeared. And there he was, just like you’d said. (You’d told him about the story, how the story focused on the green-haired kid Toga liked, the one who wanted to be just another shitty hero.)

There were pictures of him. His weight (Rude!), his height, his past, all of it was there for the world to see. He closed out of the page, not wanting to see any more.

It was disgusting, it was crushing, it was interesting, it was exciting. If he could see how the “story” went, he could tell the others. Help them succeed. Hero society would fall, and his friends could have the lives they always wanted.

And then he’d gone to type something. Couldn’t remember what. It didn’t matter though. Because something came up in the search bar, an account you’d frequented, he’d thought. The link ended with something along the lines of “My boy.”

So he’d clicked on it.

It was your profile. A picture of your window (the one in your room that looked like it had prison bars across it) was the account picture. And then...then there were pictures of him.

Gross, holy shit, what a creep, oh that’s a nice picture! They were from the manga, black and white renderings of himself smattered throughout your profile. He’d been so busy looking at them all--in disgust, fear, intrigue, confusion, wonder--that he hadn’t noticed the captions until he landed on one that sent a thrill through him.

He was on his knees in the picture, arms hanging limply at his sides, covered in blood and sweat. And there were more copies of him--the day he’d used Double on himself to fight the Meta Liberation Army. You’d written one sentence for the caption: “So proud of my boy right now.”

There was a buzzing in his head, his leg had started acting up--We’re not splitting, I’m here, you’re here, we’re all here now!--but he couldn’t stop scrolling back. Couldn’t stop himself from going back and rereading all of your captions.

“Twice is best boy; haters can fight me.”

“Look at him strike that Vogue pose while Skeptic looks like he’s constipated. Rock it, Jin, you funky magical girl!”

“God, he looks so proud of himself making that clone of Rappa. I can just imagine he was doing jazz hands. Someone get my baby a bouquet. He deserves them (and the world)!”

At that moment, he’d heard you talking to your boss in the other room on yet another conference call.Your confession came back to him: “I was going to bed...thinking about how lonely I was.”

You were too used to the toxicity of society that you couldn’t see it was trying to kill you from the inside out. Smothering the person you wanted to be. So he’d take care of it. Your feeling like an outsider, he’d get rid of it. And when you both found a way home finally, he’d bring you along. Away from the judgments of your parents and that creepy lady who kept hitting on him (Ew) and into the Paranormal Liberation Front (Yay!), where you’d finally be able to live as yourself.

Just like he swore he’d help Hawks, he’d make sure you were free. You’d be right there beside him and the others while the world of heroes got reduced to rubble.

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