#selfdefense

Choice of Daishinkan, Shin, and Whis (choice if you don't mind, or in one headcanon?).

The reader is being chased by a creeper, she panics when she's almost pinned against a wall. She barely remembers that she has teleporters (Home Zeno and Kai word).

If it's a Daishinkan moment, the reader teleports into Zeno's house and hysterically hides behind anything, most importantly away from the stalker. I don't think Zeno and Priest have heightened empathy, but they don't like what's going on, especially that their friend is so badly frightened and the intruder is swearing at everyone. The gods get rid of the creeper and try to calm the man down.

The moment with Shin?

The reader is teleported to Kai's world in an attempt to escape. Kibito comes to the rescue and teleports the man to another location, while Shin calms the reader down

The moment with Whis?

He rejoices in Bulma's kitchen on the balcony, the reader suddenly appears, abruptly takes his staff and disappears. Somewhere in the distance someone's screams are heard, the reader returns with a glassy stare, holding out the slightly bloody staff and shivering walks away, promising to wash it a little later

Escaping a stalker hcs

The moment you feel yourself cornered, panic grips your chest. Your heart pounds as you realize you have only one escape: teleportation. Without thinking, you instinctively vanish.

When you reappear, you're somewhere safe—the grand, immaculate halls of Zeno's palace. You’re trembling, gasping for breath as you dive behind the nearest structure, hiding like a terrified animal.

Daishinkan senses your arrival immediately, his serene expression barely shifting, but there's a glint in his eyes as he assesses the situation. Zeno, tilting his head, is more openly curious.

Before either can question you, a furious, disoriented voice roars from the teleportation rift you left open. Your stalker, full of audacity and venom, stumbles in, still shouting about how you can't run from him.

The room turns deathly silent.

Daishinkan doesn’t need heightened empathy to understand. The distress in your ki, the way your body shakes—he doesn’t need to feel emotions to recognize the situation.

Zeno, who was simply watching, suddenly frowns. "That person is being mean." His voice is light, but there’s something wrong about the way he says it.

The stalker, still too foolish to grasp the weight of where he is, continues to yell.

"They belong to me! Who do you think you—"

Daishinkan raises a single hand, and reality itself folds—the intruder is gone before he can utter another word. Where? Not even you know.

Zeno claps his hands. "Goodbye, bad person!"

Daishinkan approaches you, his presence alone enough to settle your trembling form. His voice is calm, a stark contrast to your panicked state. "You are safe here. Breathe."

He doesn’t offer words of comfort the way a mortal would, but his actions speak louder. The palace is now your haven, and he will not allow such an incident to happen again.

I can't with the face of this dude XD

Your breath catches in your throat as your stalker lunges. With sheer instinct, you teleport—anywhere, anywhere but here.

You land roughly on the soft grass of the Sacred World of the Kais, gasping, shaking, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Shin, who had been peacefully tending to a small pond, nearly jumps in surprise as you suddenly appear. His expression quickly morphs from confusion to deep concern when he sees your terrified state.

Before he can ask what’s wrong, another presence blips in. Your pursuer had somehow latched onto your ki, following you here.

"There you are—!"

He doesn’t finish his sentence.

In an instant, Kibito moves—his large hand clamps down on the stalker, his face unreadable as he teleports him far away, to a place unknown.

Shin immediately rushes to your side, his normally gentle demeanor now filled with urgency. He kneels beside you, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to hold you or give you space.

"You’re safe now," he murmurs, voice soft, almost hesitant. "I promise, no one can harm you here."

You can’t stop shaking. He doesn’t push, doesn’t overwhelm you with words, just offers you the quiet, comforting presence of a god who cares.

When your breathing finally steadies, he gives you a small, reassuring smile. "Would you like some tea?" It’s such a simple offer, but one filled with warmth, with a desperate attempt to ground you.

In the days that follow, he doesn’t leave your side. The Sacred World of the Kais becomes a sanctuary, and Shin makes it his silent mission to ensure you never feel that fear again.

Whis is enjoying a pleasant moment on Bulma’s balcony, indulging in a delightful dish he had just discovered, when you suddenly appear.

Without a word, you snatch his staff straight from his hand.

Before he can react, you vanish.

A faint, distant scream echoes in the wind.

Whis, spoon frozen in mid-air, blinks. Slowly, he sets his food down. Interesting.

Minutes later, you reappear, your face blank, hands trembling slightly as you hold out the bloodstained staff to him.

"I’ll… um… I’ll clean it later," you mutter, avoiding his gaze as you place it back in his hands. Then, as if nothing happened, you turn and walk away.

Whis, amused, tilts his head.

"Oh my. That was rather quick."

He doesn’t need to ask what happened—he already knows. He can feel the faint energy traces of a life abruptly snuffed out.

He chuckles softly, twirling the staff between his fingers before lifting it slightly. The blood vanishes in an instant, as if it was never there.

He takes another bite of his food, gazing at you with intrigue.

"What a fascinating little mortal you are."

Masterpost

berkeley, california august 1970

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