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Chuuya's barely spent 4 days in the future and he already wants to crush something stronger than that all-for-one man he pummeled into the floor.
Unfortunately, he knows he's not going to find that here.
In a future where abilities are common enough for society to be based around them… in a hero system no less.
Yikes.
Chuuya really hadn't known what to think when he and Dazai somehow found themselves sixteen years old again, this time two hundred or so years in the future, battling a man who spouted pretentious crap like a movie villain.
…. if it could be called a battle. Chuuya touched him once and had him crumple in on himself like a tin can.
Before they knew it, they were apprehended (because apparently people did their dirty work in front of press and police now, how sloppy) and brought to a 'heros school'. How annoying.
Dazai figured it out pretty easily, determining that they're in the future and no one knows who they are and that they're physically 16.
He works out some deal or another with the principal of the hero school that basically has them in a legally viable residence at the school and the current government searching for a way to send them back.
Now they're stuck essentially undercover babysitting for a couple of classes that can't seem to stay out of trouble. Gross.
And they have to go through actual schooling. Double gross.
Dazai seems reasonably miffed as well, at least.
They're split up into different 'hero course' classes. How ironic, heros.
It's not actually all bad, because for all these kids have seemed to have gone through up to this point, they're still teenagers and they act like it. It's as nice as it is discerting, to have anything resembling a childhood.
The worst part, is the dress code. But Chuuya will just deal with that until Dazai finds them a way out of this mess. Because as much as Dazai irritates him, he always gets them out.
Chuuya does refuse to remove his choker, though. Just as Dazai refuses to remove his bandages.
When he walks into class with the teacher to see everyone else seated, he's relieved, because now he knows where he can sit.
He moves towards the desk, but is stopped by the teacher's voice first.
"Everyone we have a new student," he turns to Chuuya, "Please introduce yourself."
Chuuya barely stops himself from swearing, as it is he can't help the scowl that crosses his face before he switches to the confident smirk that gained him so much popularity among the sheep, all those years ago, "I'm Chuuya Nakahara."
There's a silence, and Chuuya can tell he's supposed to say more, though he has no idea what else he'd say.
"What's your quirk?" the teacher- fuck, Chuuya should probably bother to remember his name- prods.
If only that were helpful. "My what?"
The kids of the class start murmuring, and the teacher looks like Chuuya'd struck him lightly across the face.
Chuuya goes through the basics of what he knows about this world and realizes that that's what they've been calling abilities.
He forces a light laugh, "Joking. It's For The Tainted Sorrow."
A blond boy in the front row snorts, "Sounds pretentious and useless."
Chuuya doesn't change expression, asking the teacher which desk he can take.
The last person to call his ability useless had barely lived to tell the tale, but this was a scrawny teenager who could only dream of reaching Dazai's levels of provocation.
As is, multiple people are staring at him curiously. it's going to be a long day.
---
Dazai doesn't fare much better. He arrives at 1-A early, hoping to get a scope of who he's dealing with.
Unfortunately, there's already someone there.
Iida is very much so a rule follower. You can tell within three seconds of looking at him.
It'd probably be fun to push his buttons, but not worth the attention.
He stands quickly, extending a greeting, "You must be our new student! I am the class representative, Iida Tenya! My quirk is Engine! It's nice to meet you!"
Dazai blinks at the information, "I am. My quirk is No Longer Human."
Iida blinks, and Dazai hopes that he didn't stutter over the word 'quirk'. "That's an interesting name for a quirk."
Dazai hums, eyeing Iida's legs. As there are literal engines in his calves, it's unlikely that Dazai's ability would do more than make them dysfunctional. As far as Dazai's seen, a lot of quirks seem to by physiologically based, so his ability wouldn't completely cancel them out, just render them functionless.
As the other classmates filter in, Dazai parses out which desks are in use, considers sitting at the one with faint scorch marks, and settles at an empty one that much have belonged to the grape-looking asshole Dazai had seen being removed from the roster.
The teacher- Aizawa from earlier- tells him to introduce himself before bundling into a sleeping bag. And so Dazai stands up with a slight wave of his hand, "I'm Dazai Osamu, and my quirk is No Longer Human." He catches a few confused glances being thrown around the room, but that's fine.
Classes go by quickly enough, and when the bell rings for lunch Dazai is approached by a curious Midoriya, who leads him to sit with him, Iida, Todoroki, and Urakaka.
When he enquires about their quirks, Midoriya stammers out something about an enhancement quirk, Todoroki answers half-hot half-cold, and Urakaka, interestingly enough, says gravity nullification.
Dazai would like to enquire further, but Midoriya seems intent on grilling him about his ability.
"When did it develop? Whis is it? What are its limitations?"
Dazai laughs at the kids enthusiasm before deciding to humor him, "I've always had it, it's a nullification ability-"
"Oi asshole!" There's a yell across the cafeteria, and it's a testament to how loud the students are here that only a few people react.
Dazai, true to form, catches the apple speeding towards him as though it had been tossed from the next table over by returning it's gravity back to normal without pause in his sentence or looking away from Midoriya, waving a hand in the air to signify Chuuya should come over.
"-and why would I tell you its limitations?" Dazai finishes, paying no head to the sudden silence of the table, instead biting into the apple.
Todoroki breaks the silence after a second, "Ability?"
Dazai hums dismissively, "Quirk."
"Who threw that?" Iida asks, "Projectiles are against school regulations!"
Dazai snorts at the thought of Chuuya caring about the law or anything resembling it, but before he can say anything there's a chair pulled up next to him, and Chuuya plops down, sitting sidewise with his arm slung across the back of the chair and his legs crossed, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind next time."
As the others gape, Dazai snorts, "You couldn't."
"Bet?"
"Paris." Dazai says simply with a smirk.
"That was once!" Chuuya jokingly protests, before turning to address the table at large, "So which one of you is gravity?"
All of their eyes slide towards Urakaka and Chuuya smiles that smile he reserves for dealing with those he deems young and mostly innocent, "That's pretty cool, what're the specifics?"
Urakaka seems to speak on autopilot, not quite sure how to react, "Gravity nullification."
"Nice!" Chuuya smiles, and he looks young and carefree.
Like he had a childhood.
"Why do you ask?" Midoriya ventures, and Dazai smiles, leaning forwards to put his chin in his hands, bracing his elbows against the table.
"Chuuya Nakahara," Chuuya uses his thumb to point back at himself, "Gravity manipulation."
"With what limitations?" Midoriya asks, clearly confused about the broad answer.
"Even if there were limitations, what makes you think I'd readily give out that information?"
Midoriya hums, glancing between Dazai and Chuuya, no doubt thinking of how they'd said similar things.
"So it doesn't?" is what Midoriya settles on saying, and Chuuya just winks in response.
The topic turns to other things, and lunch passes quickly.
---
Dazai and Chuuya had submitted hero costume designs to the school when Nedzu enrolled them.
They were basically their usual attire, formal clothes. Chuuya especially didn't see the point of it, seeing as quirks are weaker than abilities although they are more plentiful. The only upgrades were to the material, now bulletproof and flame-resistant, and the weapons changed. Chuuya would only be allowed knives if he passed an extra training held after school days and Dazai wasn't allowed a gun.
Now, even if there's mostly no point to it, Dazai's grateful for it. It means he'll get to feel some semblance of normal at some time every day.
Unfortunately for them, they'd have to make it through changing rooms first.
Dazai assumed that these people would have better manners and sense than to comment on the bandages wrapped around his arms, neck, and torso.
But he'd forgotten how brash teenagers are.
The moment he shrugs off the uniform shirt there's a thick silence.
"Dude," Kaminari asks as Dazai grabs his bolo tie, "What's with the bandages? And the odd hero costume."
Dazai focuses on buttoning the last of his buttons, before turning to Kaminari with a grin that's more akin to a baring of teeth, "A word of advise," he bites down the urge to say 'kid', "Don't ask questions you aren't prepared for the answers of."
He walks out of the room and leaves behind a confused silence.
In the 1-B locker room, Chuuya was having similar issues.
He'd stripped efficiently, alikening this to a morning on a foreign mission with Dazai back when they were the same age they physically are now, expecting changing to be a quick and efficient affair with as little contact as possible.
He was not prepared for the reality of locker rooms.
He doesn't remove his choker or gloves, and when his torso is revealed there's a couple of gasps.
He pauses, "What?"
"Is it even legal for you to have tattoos?" Shinshou asks.
"Ah those-" Chuuya debates the truth, and decides there's no harm, "aren't tattoos, they're permanent bruises."
He finishes changing quickly, leaving just as a late Monoma walks in.
"You sure you want to be wearing such fancy clothes when they're just gonna get dirty?" Monoma says, and on some level Chuuya realizes he's trying to be provocative.
Chuuya just flashes a grin, "I'd like to see someone try to dirty my clothes."
---
Monoma apparently takes that as a challenge, because in their training exercise- a repeat of their first one of the year apparently, something about teams of two facing off over who can disarm a bomb or guard the bomb- he does his best to be as annoying as possible. And then he manages to get a hand on Chuuya and he remembers all at once what Monoma's quirk is.
Monoma, to his credit, handles Tainted fairly well for a few seconds.
Chuuya knows better, knows the pull of Arahabaki to use more.
Monoma laughs, standing for a second, "You have such a powerful quirk!"
Chuuya winces of the use of that word, another reminder of the time period, before he realizes that Monoma isn't resisting.
He has only a split second to scream, "Someone get Dazai!" before Monoma's dark red aura gets stronger.
He really hopes that the mics weren't crushed before that.
---
On the outside, class 1-B exchange confused glances. The instructor looks more curious than worried.
Kendou is the one who understands fastest, "Sensei!"
"Yes?"
"Dazai-kun has a nullification quirk!"
"There shouldn't be a need for-" Kan begins, before there's an anguished scream from the live feed.
---
Chuuya doesn't know how soon Monoma will be able to activate Corruption, and he continues talking at the increasingly-darker mass of red before him, "Don't use it!"
Monoma isn't listening, too drunk on power, "how have you been holding back on us? This is awesome!"
"Monoma-" is all Chuuya manages to get out before the tell-tale swirls of red begin pouring onto Monoma's skin- too fast.
Monoma manages an anguished cry before Arahabaki takes his mind- it's such a stark contrast to the dark laughter Chuuya lets out when corruption takes hold of him that he pauses.
And in that split-second, he loses the situation.
Monoma, with blue eyes too red, shrieks and lets loose a dark ball of condensed gravity.
He's already coughing up blood.
Chuuya flies backwards, forcefully out of the fake building to flip down next to the stock-still sensei.
"Please tell me someone got Dazai," he pleads to the group at large, ignoring the sensei. Frankly if a hero freezes up like that in the field they'd have a huge problem, but Chuuya ignores that for now.
Kendou waves a cell phone in the air, "He's on his way!"
Before Chuuya can respond, the building before them rumbles and collapses, a red figure contorted in agony screaming from beyond the dust.
Monoma- if he can even be called that anymore, seems to notice them and Chuuya curses, knowing there's only one way to hold him off, "Tell the bastard to hurry up!" Chuuya growls, tugging off his gloves with less grace than he usually would when about to do this.
He doesn't plan on dying yet, so when he activates his ability he intones, "Oh Grantors of dark disgrace," his voice is deeper, gruffer, more resigned. His eyes flash those of a murderer, of someone with history so entrenched in blood that they'll forever be stained. He can see out of the corner of his eyes a couple of classmates step back in fear. Good. They'll get out quicker. He launches himself towards his target, "You need not wake me again."
He takes one breath, one last sight of Monoma, before he is drowning.
---
Kendou is the first to be drawn out of shock, "He's laughing."
Kan-sensei quickly grabs his radio, "Get Dazai and Eraser here! As fast as possible!"
---
Dazai's growing bored of the evaluation, he and Momo had already solidly beaten Jirou and Kaminari, and as such, he picks up his phone on the first ring.
"Moshi moshi~" he answers, holding up a finger in All Might's face when he tries to tell him to hang up.
"Dazai-kun!"
"Yes, Kendou-kun?" Dazai knew phone distortion, knew that the cracking in her voice wasn't that.
"Monoma copied Chuuya's quirk and-"
"Say no more," he says, his tone darkening and eyes swirling, "I'll be right there."
Dazai hangs up and turns towards All Might, who is attempting to lecture him on common etiquette. Cute. No time for that.
"Get me to class 1-B's site now," his tone is light, barely hinting at any urgency even as his eyes promise a long and torturous end to whomever gets in his way.
"Now now, sport-" All Might tries again.
"Fitzgerald-knockoff-san," Dazai accentuates, "We have to go. Now."
As he says this a cloud of dust rises from about 4 blocks in the fake city away.
Dazai spares a look at the rest of 1-A, all of whom are staring at him with shock at his blatant disrespect.
"Useless," Dazai has no time for this. He takes off running towards the dust cloud slowly settling in the distance.
After a few seconds, he finds himself being picked off of the ground, speeding forwards quickly. He almost struggles, but recognizes Iida's 'quirk'.
"I don't understand," Iida says in that yelling way of his, "but there is clearly an emergency you need to fix, if both you and Eraserhead-sensei were called."
Dazai doesn't have a chance to respond before they're with class 1-B, staring into the dust quickly settling around two figures.
One is laughing, in a way that's all to familiar, and the other is screaming in a way that Dazai recognizes.
The sound of someone of the light tasting their first shadow.
Dazai walks through class 1-B, as they part like a storm before him.
He should have assumed something like this would happen, he'd heard someone had a copying abili- quirk.
He walks, outwardly calm, up to the two fighting figures, and Aizawa crouches next to him.
The screaming abruptly ceases, and Aizawa's voice is strained as he says, "I can't stop the other."
"No," Dazai says, fists clenching and unclenching as he makes his way through rubble towards the lone cackling figure, "I suppose you couldn't."
Vaguely, he knows that the students have rushed to the fallen copy-ability.
He also knows that Chuuya has at most 10 seconds.
Chuuya catches sight of him and smiles a blood-stained smile, broken by a spasm of his body.
In the split-second opening, Dazai grabs his wrist- too bony, too pale- "Rest, Chuuya."
Abruptly, the cackling stops.
Dazai notices all too much how everyone has fallen silent. Staring at the still-standing Chuuya.
Chuuya groans, shaking his head and shaking out his fingers.
"You bastard better take me to the extraction point this time." Chuuya murmurs in English, clearly out of it, before falling forwards to slump against Dazai's chest.
Normally Dazai would lay him down somewhere after cleaning the worst of the blood off of him, but this isn't their time, there's no extraction point.
"Sorry Chuuya," Dazai says mournfully, switching to french, "Yosano's abilities aren't here."
There are few people in the crowd around Monoma who speak english to catch what Chuuya said, but Dazai still catches the eyes of Aizawa over Chuuya's head.
This is going to be a mess.