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The magic world was no secret to Dazai, even at his ripe age of 12 he had never gone to any magical school.
Courtesy of Mori.
But alas, he also did not care too much, after all his ability should render him impossible to even use magic. No matter how ,pureblood‘ his family is (according to Mori).
But now he was sitting here, on the sofa in the doctor‘s living room questioning why he hadn‘t killed himself earlier.
„Dazai-kun please! I need you to go there!“ Mori was infront of him on his knees with his hands clasped together over his head as if in a prayer.
Staring down at Mori in disgust was Dazai who answered Mori with questions.
„I‘m not eleven“
„You can pass as eleven!“
„Ya sure, but how would I even use magic?! Shouldn‘t my ability.. I don‘t know. Render any magic I have useless?!“ the brunette was getting frustrated at the older man. Mori never made sense.
„Ah!~ I‘ve already thought of a way to cancel out your ability! As it only works with skin on skin contact you will be wearing gloves for your whole stay at Hogwarts- also you‘re already enrolled! So there is no backing out.“
„This is why I despise you everyday. Is it even ,safe‘ to leave me there Mori-Sensei?~ For all you know I could commit suicide and you wouldn‘t be none the wiser until it‘s too late.. ah wouldn‘t that be nice.“ it was a nice thought, committing suicide without Mori being able to ruin it. Alas a fantasy tho as he probably has something planned. Sick bastard.
„That is precisely why you must contact me through your phone or computer atleast once a day. I‘ve already got your devices approved, including one of your guns!~ Took a while tho.. but I ofcourse have my ways❤️“
The doctor was no longer kneeling infront of Dazai and was now instead sitting next to him on the Sofa, the bandaged child had crossed his arms and turned his head away from him tho.
„Pleaseeee Osamu!… I promise it‘ll be fun.“
He‘d never admit it but, he was actually considering it. After all, anytime spent away from Mori is time well spent.
„Fine. But only so I can get away from you.“ He grumbled the the next part of his sentence now turning to the doctor but still averting his eyes
„Lolita complex pervert..“
„Hm what was the Dazai-kun“ the elder man cocked his his head tauntingly. As if he hadn‘t understood Dazai.
There was no response, and so Mori took that as an initiative and kissed Dazai on his forehead. Leaving said teen dumbfounded. Mori really does do the weirdest things.