It was always interesting to see what the first thought you would have when your quirk deposited you somewhere. Sometimes it was a simple curse word, and sometimes it would be a moment of shock.

There wasn't a ton of times when your first thought was also the first thing you saw.

In this case, though, it was. One moment you were fawning over the quality of the pink man's armor, and the next you were face to face with something that had you ducking as though your life depended on it.

'Sword!'

Startling people who held long, sharp objects was typically a bad thing, though you had never before tested that idea, oddly enough.

You had many experiences in your relatively short life, so to be able to say that something completely new happened to you was a... Pleasant? Experience. Hm. That seemed like the wrong word to use, but you weren't too concerned about the semantics of it all

For the second time in a week, your ability to dodge quickly was what ended up saving your life. Your shoulder groaned in protest as you slammed into the wall of a building, but you missed the whizzing sword that would've claimed your head otherwise.

Thank goodness this hadn't been in an alleyway, otherwise, the similarities between this and meeting Dabi would have been boiling at a critical point. As much as you thought Dai was a... mostly okay human being, you didn't really need to pick up another stray on this little adventure of yours.

No, instead you got one look at the man who was probably only trying to protect himself before you sprinted away while you still had the capability. Your leg couldn't handle another moment of self-defense.

To be honest, you were incredibly lucky that you had sneezed yourself into a city. Things could've been a whole lot worse if you had startled a bear or something... 

Bears were a thing, right? You'd never seen one, nor did you care to see one, but they existed here... Right?

Now that you were thinking about it, there were a lot of animals you would never have run into in the streets of Japan that could easily pop up here, which was a terrifying thought in and of itself.

What if you ran into a lion? Or a hippo?!

No... No. That wasn't what you should be concerned with at the moment. 

It had only taken a moment to lose the swordsman and it was easy to blend into the crowds of people walking by, but you had no clue where you were. A new land, new cities, and hey, why not just throw on a big ol' heaping of insecurity on top to make life real fun.

You sniffed as you walked towards what had to be a market place, whatever scent that man had been rolling in before he found you really was strong. It was still tickling at your nose, but for once you were able to wave off the desire to sneeze.

Small splashes of color began to pop up from street vendors, selling many things, and after only a moment, your irritated nose was long forgotten.

Shops surrounded you and you could feel your jaw drop slightly as you looked around. 

Tailors, Armorers, weapon shops, book stores, and jeweler shops surrounded you, each showing off their wares in a vibrant manner. People who were obviously of a higher class wandered between the fancier shops in large gowns and armor (which, you didn't want to judge, but even from a distance you could tell that a lot of the armor was ornamental, and, therefore, useless).

And the street vendors. Oh goodness. The food some of these were selling you could smell from where you were, which made your stomach begin to grumble. Nothing too spicy, from what you could tell right off the bat, but at this point, you couldn't really care.

You had used your quirk twice today already, and you hadn't had breakfast, so the warm smell of fresh-baked bread and... some kind of roasting meat had you drooling.

For a moment, you stood frozen in the street, golden eyes sparkling as you looked on.

Tenya and Tensei would love this. Sure, you had no idea what any of the signs meant, but it was easy enough to tell, and you could already see yourself spending a whole day just exploring this small square.

It was unfortunate that you had no money, and even if you did you wouldn't know what to give the shop owners, but that didn't make you enthralled by it all.

Your brain went into hyperdrive as you wandered around the edge, looking at everything that they had on sale and thinking how it could be useful, or how your brothers would just die seeing it. They would have so many questions. 

The armorer was the first store you actually entered, drawn in like a moth to a flame by the sign itself.

Funnily enough, back in your world, you weren't nearly this enthralled by armor. It was something you liked to study, yes, but you zoned out when your brothers and father started talking about upgrading theirs. 

No one has ever known boredom until they listen to Tenya and your father arguing for two hours straight about where the proper placement was for a rivet on a breastplate... 

Perhaps it was the fact that armor was one of the few connections you had with your family right now. Perhaps it was because you had studied armor for years only to find that it was mainstream here. Perhaps it was your lizard brain jumping in and deciding it liked how shiny this was, who knows?

All you knew was that before you could blink, you were in the shop and a very tall man was stepping out from behind a counter with a wide smile and a polishing rag still in hand.

"Well isn't this a surprise!" He said in a booming voice, ignoring how you jumped at it, "It isn't every day I get a young lady wandering into my shop. What can I help ya with?"

Between his tone and the way he smiled widely, you found yourself smiling back, "Oh... Well, I guess I'm not in here for anything specific." You bashfully rubbed the back of your neck, it wasn't like you had money to buy something even if you wanted to, "I'm just... looking?"

Perhaps you shouldn't have phrased that as a question, but the shop keeper didn't seem to mind as he nodded, "That makes sense. If ya see something ya like, just let me know." His confident expression vanished for a moment as he looked into your eyes, but it was gone so quickly, you felt that you had to have imagined it as he turned around and went back to oiling a piece of leather armor.

Maybe it would've been easier to just hightail it out of there, but you truly were curious. Sure, you had no comparison, but back home your brothers always had to go to specialized support heroes to get custom armor. There was no such thing as an armor shop simply because they weren't needed.

So you browsed. 

The scent of leather and metal blended perfectly as you went from piece to piece, noting which one had been made to be 'mass-produced' and which ones were custom.

There was Damascus steel or this world's equivalent and plate, chain mail and leather. You even stopped for quite a while, gazing critically at what you had to assume was this world's version of a stealth suit.

It was painted crudely, in strokes of brown and green that would do little to disguise the wearer. Was this tactical gear even needed as much in this world? It seemed odd.

"Ah," The shop keeper had walked up behind you as you were frowning at the piece, "I see ya've found my little experiment." He chuckled as you only frowned deeper, "Admittedly, it isn't my best work, but I had someone request it from me and they offered too much money for me to say no. I've kept it up here in case seeing it every day gives me an idea of how to improve it."
Hm. That made sense. You would've been appalled if this thing was for sale.  

"It's a stealth suit, isn't it?" You tapped your chin, mind racing as you looked at it, he was probably on the right track, but just thinking of the stealth suits the military tended to use showed some glaring problems.

He sighed and nodded as you looked back up at him, "Well then if you're going for a mainly leather-based option then wouldn't it be better to have a solid base of leather and then use a colored cloth to break up the shape?" 

You weren't an expert on this stuff, but sometimes you fell into a rabbit hole on Youtube about this stuff. It was common knowledge in your world. Places like the war happy United States had been perfecting stealth armor for literal centuries.

The man leaned in over your shoulder, looking at the piece critically, "That might work." He muttered, "But my client wanted protection still, and leather just wouldn't cut it, he would need metal in there... Maybe if I made the bracers exchangeable..."

"Or you could sew metal strips in." It was official, you were invested in this single piece of armor, far more than you probably should be, "If you sew in a double layer here, here, and here, you could place some metal guards in that wouldn't decrease mobility and it'd make repairing it easier. Not to mention they wouldn't have to carry around extra armor."

His eyes lit up ever so slightly as he rubbed his chin, "I see. I've never combined the two quite like that, but I know people who'd take a crack at it. Geralt would know more about doing that... Adding a layer of cloth on top could be difficult though. It might make the armor more difficult to repair."

Yeah, you could see that. "But it would also be easier to dye. It depends on how wearable your client wants the suit to be. Would he only use it for sneaking around, or would it be a commonly worn item?"

The two of you went back and forth for a while, pitching options as he smiled excitedly. It was fun to do this, and eventually, the two of you had brainstormed the perfect piece of armor possible given the level of technology here.

By the time you were done, the two of you had ended up in a back room, sitting across from each other with a cup of water in front of each of you, "Well," The man- who still hadn't given you his name- said cheerfully, "That was unexpected! I'll admit that I didn't take a lass such as yourself for an armor expert when you walked in, I just assumed that you'd been trying to get to the enchantment store and got 'orribly lost."

Not going to lie, a part of you wanted to be offended, but you sniggered, happy to have defied expectations, "Well, that was my second choice, but I would've been lost in there!"

You were lost, your mind whispered, but you pushed that negative voice to the back of your head. Now wasn't the time to be focusing on the situation. This man was plenty nice, so you forced yourself to relax.

"I don't want t'be rude," The man asked taking a deep sip of his cup- which you were positive was more than just water- "But where'd a nice young lass such as yourself learn so much about armor? Round here almost no one knows much about the craft, and tha' includes the knights who wear the stuff every day! And yet you walk in here and start rattling off terms that some of my colleges would struggle to know."

Hm. He seemed to dance around it, but you could practically hear the 'for a woman ringing in his tone. 

This world definitely seemed to behave as the medieval times had back in your world, and if you were thinking right, then women were pushed away from liking such a... masculine pastime. It was possible they weren't allowed to learn about it, which meant that you had to approach this carefully.

"I'm..." You started before fading out, what could you say that wouldn't get you burned at the stake for being a witch? "A traveler."

That was safe, if you claimed you were from a different country then your ignorance would come across as understandable, "My family back home, work as hero- I mean Knights, and they enjoy learning about their armor, so I got roped into learning about it as well."

You were pretty sure that was convincing, but who knows.

Relief bloomed across the man's face as he nodded, "A foreigner," He sighed, "I should've guessed," The amount of relief he was showing over this was concerning, "So those eyes of yers are genetic then?"

Your eyes?

"Yeah." Why did it feel like you were missing something huge, "Is something wrong with my eyes?" You asked, your voice hesitant, but something was off here... You needed to ask.

"Well..." The man said, just as hesitant as you, "The Holy Knights here have been on a bit of a... Crusade lately." He said sheepishly, as though he was directly responsible for what he was about to say, "They've been askin' people to report anyone who comes around with odd features. Say it has something to do with the Seven Deadly Sins and keepin' the kingdom safe."

Wasn't that the group Meliodas and Diane said they were a part of? They said they were wanted by the government for something they didn't do.

And weren't the Holy Knights the ones who harrassed Dabi about his scarring?

Report People?!

Your seat suddenly felt like the least comfortable chair in the world as you shifted, "Oh... So.. Um, did you report me? I mean, getting arrested right now would be a pain." That and you really didn't want to get to know this land's legal system as well as you knew your own.

Something told you that they wouldn't be as forgiving as haywire quirks.

"Oh no," He said quickly, leaning forward, "I think reporting random people on nothin but a suspicion would be wrong."

Well, that was good. And it meant that your thundering heart could afford to slow down ever so slightly. Now you just needed to get back to the tavern without doing something to piss people off and all would be well.

"Though." He said his face dropping.  

Could nothing ever just be good news?

"I wouldn't recommend walking through the streets without a way to hide." He smiled sadly, "There's a lot of people round here who like... Stirrin the pot. Hell, even the old bag across the street who runs the tailor shop turned in three people this week. Nasty piece of work that one is."

That wasn't surprising if you were being honest. There would always be people like that running around.

"Do ya have any family travelin with ya?" He asked, concern etched into his face, "Or are you alone?"

Well, this was as good a chance as any to get information, as nice as this man was to talk to, you did need to get back to the tavern soon, especially if the people were all on edge, "On no, I have family," You said, smiling widely. Not that you'd consider Patches family, but it was believable at least, "I may have gotten separated from him though. We were going to meet at a new tavern. Do you know where that is?"

He blinked at you for a moment before stroking his chin again, "New tavern you say? 'Fraid I haven't heard of one recently, but I'm sure if you ask around... Here, one sec."

The man stood and left the room, leaving you sitting there in frustration. He just said to be careful because your eyes could get you into trouble, and now he was telling you to ask around?

 That was contradicting what he said!

You thought Diane, Elizabeth, and Hagakure were going to advertise the tavern (how they would advertise to this suspicious society when one of them was a giant and the other was an invisible girl, you had no clue)... You just had to be careful and not sneeze again.

Wait, now that you thought it your sadistic quirk was going to kill you, wasn't it? You jinxed yourself.

Before your spiraling thoughts could go any further, a bundle of material hit your head, starling you.

"Here," He said sitting down across from you again, "My wife used this for years, but we just got her a new one, so take this. Yer eyes are bright, but this should stop people from seeing them right away." 

Oh... Well, that was nice of him.

He smiled at you gently as you unfurled the brown hooded cloak. It had a few tears in it but otherwise was in good condition. You swirled it around you, admiring the way it, the bottom barely reaching your knees, "It also covers yer clothes a bit. They aren't from around here, and some people just don't know how to keep well enough alone."

"An here," He said, pulling a small map out of his apron's pocket, "My brother owns the bookstore across the square. He drinks more than anyone I've ever met, so he probably knows every pub and tavern from here to the capital. I'm sure he'd be able to tell ya about this new tavern yer supposed to meet yer husband in."

Wait, husband?

"Tell 'im Zoltan sent ya. And whatever ya do, don't let 'im rope ya into a 'discussion' about the Holy Knights, got it? He'll never shut up if ya do!"

The two of you walked into the main part of his shop and you smiled. Sure, some people here were probably less than great, but that was no different from your world. You'd had the police called on you for simply teleporting in front of someone's house on the sidewalk.

People were the same, some good, and some mean. It was reassuring in a way.

"Thank you so much fort he cape!" You said, pulling the hood up firmly around your face, "And good luck on that armor!"

Zoltan chuckled as he waved you off, "Don't spare a thought on it, I should be thanking ya instead. It would've taken me weeks to figure out what to do with the armor on my own.

With that, you parted. It was unlikely that you would ever meet him again, but it would be a long time before his kindness faded from your memory.