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Yokohama, a beautiful place, truly. The port city begin home of some of the most loyal Ability users in the country, who loved their city equally.

Perhaps this was why Shigaraki Yoichi now sat across one of the most cruel men in the country- in the entire city of Yokohama. His tired eyes stared in tense silence as the old man drank his tea while signing away at the the stack of papers in front of him. The man had yet to answer Yoichi's question; the one that he was so desperately resisting he urge to ask again. Instead, he ripped away his eyes from the man and looked out the window of the building he was currently in. The outside was peaceful, nothing compared to his hometown, as of now. His hometown, where he used to smile and laugh with his older brother, now reduced to rubble and disaster. His brother, once caring and kind, a monster who cursed him into this state. That was his main reason for sitting in this damned office. He was growing restless and his friend was waiting for him outside.

"Why do you think I would be willing to help you... Shigaraki, was it?" He jumped, turning to the old man.

His bright green eyes shifted to look at the small pen in the man's hands, hearing the dangerous clicking.

"I won't hurt you, boy. It was a simple question." The old man sighed and placed the pen down, "You say your brother is giving away meta abilities like candy, correct? What makes you so certain that the Port Mafia will help you control him?"

"I'm not." He admitted.

"The Port Mafia don't have to accept. All I wish is for the weak to be protected, and if that's with your help, I have no one else to turn to right now."

The Boss hummed, lifting his chin a tad bit to give the white haired man a look over. There was a twinkle of distrust in his eyes, that for the most part, made Yoichi sure that he would be walking on thin ice in a few seconds. The silenced that followed unnerved the meta ability user, not that he would admit it.

"...𝘐𝘧 we help you... I would like to have the upper-hand for the future." A cold feeling entered Yoichi's body as the man chuckled. "Nothing too serious or dangerous, just... precaution."

Masuji Ibuse, the current Port Mafia boss, stood up, his lips curling into a smile. Yoichi flinched as the man walked around the desk and stood in front of him, eyes wide and full of glee.

"Ability: Black Rain."

There were gold words circling around the man that almost blinded Yoichi, had he not looked away seconds before. For a moment, the light stayed in the room, until it dimmed and became smaller. He looked back towards the old man, seeing a shining piece of paper in his hands.

"Abilities and Meta Abilities are quiet different, you see." The paper was placed in front of him, on the desk. "While your powers are genetic, mine and other ability users have no idea where they come from. They're not detectable- not 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭."

Seeing the confusion on his face, Masuji further explained. "Meaning, even if I die, my ability will keep this contract active and strong."

Oh... 𝘖𝘩.

His bad feeling grew, the same that he had whenever he thought of his brother.

"The Port Mafia will only help you in your fight with your brother. It's up to you to inform non-meta users- and only the non-meta - that Yokohama will offer them protection from the outside world. In exchange, you and any future user of your power is to belong to us."

A sick feeling stirred in his stomach, yet he didn't disagree.

"Your brother is most likely going to live a long life and grow in numbers, therefor, I, as the current boss, want to assure that you and your successors are doing their job in years to come."

"By owning me?" He could finally speak, though in a small whisper. The old man laughed, his hands slamming against the desk so hard, Yoichi could see the wood crack a bit.

"Kid, you were never going to walk out here without doing something for me. Now, sign the paper and leave."

Yoichi didn't move at first, his fingers frozen. He gulped, feeling the stare pointed at his head. Soon, he felt his hand move, agreeing and signing the contract that was burning his eyes. As he did, it dimmed and became black- just as his ability entailed.

"...Freedom from your brother... means being shackled by someone else... how amusing." Yoichi's head fogged. "You and your people will have consequences if this contract if broken, Shigaraki... Don't disappoint me."

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"Ah, it seems the contract has been broken... What an idiot he is."

"Does this mean we'll finally be sent in?"

"Of course, I know you won't two disappoint."

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"Toshinori, tell me, what have you learned about Yokohama in school?"

The woman's voice carried out in the silence of of the peaceful day. The young boy sitting next to her looked up, his eyes staring in confusion at her sudden question. With little to think about, he answered her, a simple and plain explanation.

"Not much. It's said to be a quirkless city that can not be broken into. The barrier around it had been there since the time quirks were first starting."

A general answer, to anyone who went to junior high. 

The woman said not a word for a few seconds, letting the boy sit in comfortable silence that was sure going to be broken. She sighed, her eyes turning to look at the blond.

"Toshinori, listen to me well, alright?"

The boy straightened, hearing her tense and serious voice. The woman sat down next to him, facing the city that was thriving below her. 

"It is common knowledge, what I will be passing down to you." She frowned, "As a user of 'One for All', I was brought into this secret by force."

Confused, the young boy tilted his head.

"Hm?"

"Long ago, the first user met with someone extremely powerful from Yokohama. To protect the quirkless, and receive help against 'All for One', he made a contract that bound all of us to the organization this man lead."

Toshinori felt a bubble of uncertainty in his stomach. For a moment, the woman looked as if she were contemplating about her words. At last, she could only tell him with a heavy heart- the contract that was to be held and told to every user of OFA.

"...It'll sound bad, but it's not as long as you follow the agreement, alright? Never break it, Toshinori, never."

The boy nodded his head- not that it mattered, as he was never going to truly uphold his side of the contract. 

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"Move, you stupid chibi!"

"What!? You're on my right!"

"Watch the guns!"

"Watch the knife!"

The sounds of the clicking of buttons and the small angry growls leaving the tiny boy's throat was nothing compared to loud building they were currently in. All around them, teenager and adults alike, enjoying their time whilst playing arcade games. The two boys sitting in the very corner of the room shoved against each other every time they would mess up.

"Dammit, Dazai! You're slow even in the game!"

"You're so mean to me, Chuuya! How cruel!"

The ginger grinned when the character on the screen was thrown back, landing on pikes. He cheered loudly, not seeing the said character revive and run towards the second one. His cheering paused when the 'KO'd' sign flashed on his side of the screen. 

"Aww, is poor Chuuya gonna cry?"

The taller of the two, a brunet male, teased slyly as he placed a few more coins into the machine. He hummed, paying no attention to growling ginger next to him. 

"You bastard!"

The people around them ignored their squabble in interest of doing their own things. There were a few who glanced over, but ultimately decided against saying anything at the sight of their clothing. 

"You're such a sore loser, Chuuya! Bad dog!"

"I'm not your fucking dog!" Chuuya, who had his hands around his taller companion's neck, shouted. "And I'm not a sore loser!"

The taller boy giggled, seeing the steam leave his head. "Lying is bad, Chibi."

"I'll show you bad! Come here!"

Moments later, the arcade workers are looking out the window as the two boys chased each other around. The red outline surrounding Chuuya was clear, as no one dared step outside in fear of getting caught up in their banter. 

As the two boys were tiring themselves out, the sudden ringtone of their voices made them pause. Chuuya's face almost made Dazai burst into laughter because- Did his Chibi really think he didn't record him during karaoke? He was the first to stop running, pulling out his phone from his coat pocket and answering without reading who it was. Chuuya sighed, walking up to him in order to hear what was being said.

"Hello?"

"You don't sound very surprised, Dazai."

"I'm not, but it's always a pleasure to hear from you, Mori." His sarcastic response made Chuuya frown in silence. 

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this... phone call?"

Dazai looked offaly bored speaking to the terrifying man in the other end of the line, not that it surprised the ginger in the slightest.

"My, what an amusing tone. Sorry, did I interrupt your date with Chuuya?"

Bewildered, the two sputtered out denials, surely amusing the man even more. Their voices were ignored, as the man cleared his throat and sighed. 

"Alright, alright. Both of you report to my office, now preferably. There's a small matter we need to deal with."

"If it's about the glitter, that was Elise."

"...What glitter? Dazai? What glitter?"

"Oh look at the time, we better get going, right Chibi?"

"Dazai, what did you do this ti-"

The boy snickered, avoiding the swing that went towards his head. 

"You're a jackass."

"It's funny hearing him panic like that."

"Where did you put it?"

"In his drawer."

"You're death wish might come true soon then."

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Chuuya and Dazai walked side by side, the smaller of the two more guarded than the other. His eyes danced around the hallway they were in, eyeing the cameras and guards as if they were giving him judgmental stares. Dazai had already told him to relax, but how could he? The boss rarely brings both of them in. It was usually either Chuuya or Dazai- never both of them. 

Have a problem you need help with? Easy, Dazai would solve it with his brain, and Chuuya would demolish anyone who stood in their way. Need someone to take care of the enemy? Mori could simply inform Chuuya to bring Dazai along as bait. 

He wondered what the twisted man wanted now of all times. He was just about close to wrangling Dazai's neck when he called. 

As they stepped in front of the door leading the man's office, Chuuya felt his body tense further. Sometimes, he wished he was a bit more like Dazai. Calm and collected when it was needed. He took a deep breathe, pretending to ignore the looks of concern Dazai was throwing at him. 

He knocked, announcing his presence. A few seconds later, both him and Dazai were allowed in. His head immediately bowed, his hand moving up to take off his hat and place it over his heart.

"Boss."

"Mori."

Of course Dazai would fuck up a simple greeting. What was he expecting. 

Chuuya bit back a remark, just barely throwing a glare his way. Dazai shrugged, not at all concerned with how he spoke to the smiling man sitting in front of them. 

"Dazai, Chuuya, thank you for arriving so quickly."

Dazai sighed, his shoulders dropping. "Not like we had a choice."

"Yes, I know, you two were having fun. I won't keep you for long."

Mori actively avoided the drawer Dazai had messed with, making the teenagers stiffly muffle their snickers. He chose to ignore them in order to pull out a glass scroll, one that wad very familiar to Dazai. 

"Isn't that...?"

Chuuya took note of the paper inside the scroll. It was a mix of black and gold, cracks appearing to move around the entire sheet. Dazai's reaction just spoke to how important it must have been. 

Mori took the scroll apart, bringing the shiny piece of paper out to lay on the table.

"Not everyone in the Port Mafia knows about this, but long ago, when quirks first started appearing, a man by the name of Shigaraki Yoichi made a contract with the Boss at that time." 

Mori stood up, placing his hands behind his back. He walked around the desk and towards the windows, his eyes looking out into the city. The crystal like barrier surrounding the city sparkled with the sun.

"Shigaraki came to the Port Mafia to ask for assistance against his brother, who we know now as 'All for One'. In return, everyone that was passed down Shigaraki's quirk, was to belong to the Port Mafia and pass down the information to the next member."

Chuuya ignored the fact that he stated that quirks could somehow be passed down. He didn't have a quirk, so it wasn't his problem. 

"His quirk was named 'One for All', which as of now, belongs to the number one hero, All Might."

This caught their attention rather quickly. Dazai's face contorted, and Chuuya didn't know if it was because of hatred or pure annoyance. He, himself, wasn't too happy to hear the hero's name, as All Might wasn't too popular in Yokohama. 

"All Might has always avoided contact with us, no matter how much we push. His predecessor had informed him, that I am positive of, yet he ignored her words and decided to break this sacred contract." Mori's eyes darkened, a dangerous sign. "How annoying."

Chuuya's whole body was telling him to get out of that room. Mori already made him uncomfortable, but an annoyed Mori? He was on thin ice. Dazai remained silent, taking in his words. He kept staring at the paper that began to dim into darkness once more. His eye flashed with something that Chuuya couldn't place his finger on, not that he would most likely understand, sadly. A matter of seconds passed before it only took Chuuya half a second to move out of the way of the chunks of dark ore being sent his way. 

Dazai rolled to the floor, head barely missing the rather sharp chunk that flew his way. Mori, who turned around in time, moved back, grazed slightly. 

"What the fuck? What happened to it?"

Mori had just pulled it out? How did it react already? Dazai coughed slightly, groaning as he stood back up. His mouth formed into a frown as Mori walked back toward the paper, quickly putting it back in the glass scroll. 

"Ah, it seems the contract has been broken... What an idiot he is."

Dazai's frown only deepened, and... Chuuya thought it almost looked like a pout. "Does this mean we'll finally be sent in?"

"Of course, I know you won't two disappoint."

It took only a moment to realize what his Boss had said, and by that time, Dazai was already whining about it and dragging him out the door in order to go pack their things. 

Chuuya knew it would be bad to have both of them together in that office. He just knew it. And now he was stuck on this stupid mission, that he sure as hell was going to hear more about once Mori fixed his damn office. How tiring.

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Aizawa Shouta was a busy man. He worked as a teacher during the day, helping the upcoming generation of Pro Heroes-in-training to learn about their future; to guide them to be strong. During the night, he was a hero, silently taking down villains who would hurt the weak. His life was always full of something. It was never a dull moment, and he hated it. He hated it so badly.

As a Pro, he was well accustomed to the noises around him, the signs of people in need- of the fights. Hell, some of his students would get into altercations with one another and it would be up to him to interfere. 

Yet, this? 

This was too tiring and honestly, he just wanted to go back to sleep in the comfort of his bed. He'd been awake for too many hours to have to deal with children that weren't his students, and most importantly, children who weren't at all acquainted with him. For all he knew, they would mistake him as a perv if he went over to them and offered to help move their things.

"You shitty bastard! Do it correctly or you'll break it! That cost money you don't have!"

"But, Chuuya! It's too heavy and it makes my arms hurt!"

...Maybe he would ignore the feeling of being seen as a creep and help. Those kids are going to make him want to go to sleep and never wake up.

Sighing, because really, it was his one day off and he had to spend it helping more kids? How wonderful. Note the sarcasm.

He tiredly walked out of the comfort of his own apartment and into the hallway, noting the boxes that were neatly kept out of the way for people to walk. In the door way of the next unit, Shouta saw two teenagers, the angry looking one who was shouting being the shorter of the two. In front front of them, floated a few boxes, while a dresser was also sitting on the floor. The ginger was screaming something that he was too bothered to really listen, though he could pick up on the red outline that was around his body.

 "You suicidal idiot! It's not that heavy! You're just weak!"

"At least I'm tall!"

"What does this have to do with height, huh!? Stop being a baby and move it right!"

"Do you two need help?"

His voice made them freeze, most likely not expecting anyone to be home at that hour of the day. Most of the tenants in the building worked during the day, so it was understandable. The two blinked, looking at each other in silence- Were they communicating? 

He stood still, waiting for their response, not that he wasn't getting irritated. No. Never. Not with children. 

The smaller of the two seemed guarded, very subtly moving to stand in front of the brunet, whomst was, in Shouta's opinion, wrapped in a concerning amount of bandages. He looked up at the tired man, a small narrowed look that screamed hostile. 

"Who the hell are you?"

He sure had a colorful mouth, Shouta will give him that. 

The other boy, who blinked at the ginger, presented a smile, his only visible eye sparkling. 

"Chuuya, don't be so grumpy. That's our neighbor, didn't you hear him walk out of the door next to us?"

Surprised that he heard him with all the noise, Shouta stared at the tall boy, who in return smiled even wider. It was kind of creepy, but Shouta's smile wasn't any better. 

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Eraserhead! I'm a big fan!"

Okay. 

Okay... 

This kid knew who he was.

Surprising, because he wasn't a spotlight hero- at all. His reaction must have shown, because the ginger, Chuuya, turned to look at him and raised a brow. 

"This is Eraserhead? You... I can't even begin with you right now."

Shouta agreed. 

He sighed once again, feeling a headache start to form. "May I ask, how you know about me? I'm not exactly known, kid."

"His quirk is similar to yours, so it's a given that you would be his favorite hero." Chuuya responded for his friend, not that it looked like the taller boy would have answered. "Not like it's that common to find nullifying quirks, so it's a given he'd be excited about it."

His surprise rose. The ginger rolled his eyes slightly, moving away from the man who, Aizawa thought, didn't pose a threat any longer. He entered the apartment behind him and called out to the, still, smiling boy.

"Stop being a creep and help out, Dazai."

"You always ruin my fun, Chuuya." Dazai pouted, finally looking away from the man. "Can you help me with this, Mr. Eraserhead? Chuuya refused to help me."

"I didn't refuse! You've got noodle arms! There's a damn difference!"

Chuuya appeared once more, more boxes floating behind him. They were outlined in red, much like the boy was. His angry blue eyes turned to look at Shouta, expression less hostile that before. He frowned and sighed. 

"We'd appreciate the help, uh..." Chuuya paused. "...Eraserhead..."

He looked like he was about to laugh. 

Shouta held back a groan of dispair. 

His sleep was interrupted... maybe he should have ignored them.

Dazai quickly took interest in asking him what it was like to be an underground hero, and while Shouta appreciated the fact that he was curious about him... it was starting to get annoying. 

For the next thirty minutes, they moved the boxes from the first floor to the third floor, with Chuuya using his 'quirk' to move the heavier items. Honestly, it was a good workout, that much he could admit. Shouta could see the way Chuuya rolled his shoulders, probably thinking the same. 

"Thanks, man. You saved me a lot of trouble trying to get that idiot to help out."

Chuuya turned to him and bowed his head a bit, although it looked forceful. Dazai was pouting behind him, his arms crossed over his chest. He stuck his tongue out at the ginger, barely dodging when said ginger swiped for his throat. 

"Bad dog!"

"Will you stop it with the dog shit!? I'm gonna maim you!"

Shouta supposed he would have to get used to their squabble. Great. Just fantastic. 

He sighed, watching for a moment as the two continued their bickering from earlier. There was a slight softness in their eyes that told him they were joking, for the majority of it. Though it was nice to see them bicker, Shouta didn't want to stay longer than he had to. It was close to the time he fed his cats, and they were always impatient with him if they missed their feeding time.

So with great reluctance (not), he cleared his throat and waited for them to turn to him. 

"If you need anything, you can knock on my door, though I'm not certain I'll be home." He began, "My name if Aizawa Shouta, by the way. It was nice meeting you two."

Chuuya and Dazai stood straight, the taller of the two nodding.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Aizawa! I'm Dazai Osamu, and the chibi is Nakahara Chuuya!"

"I swear I'm gonna kill you."

He ignored his friend's comment and waved. "Thank you for your help!"

Though a bit weird, Dazai seemed like a good kid to Shouta... at least he thought. He hoped he wasn't wrong, because he would be too ashamed if the kid was bad and he wasn't able to notice it. 

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Dazai sighed tiredly, rolling his head as he sat down on the freshly made couch. Chuuya said something, but he didn't bother listening to his words as he closed his eye and sunk into the cushion. 

As relaxing as it was to sit down on Chuuya's couch, he had to work; it was the only way they would be out of Musutafu as quick as possible. 

So with a small groan, he got up, finally tuning into Chuuya's voice. 

"-we don't even have food. Are you listening to me?!"

"Relax, chibi, we can get food later."

Chuuya's brows furrowed so much, he was afraid they would fall off. The ginger stomped into the living room and stood in front of the taller boy. 

"You might not eat like a regular person, but I sure as hell do. We're going to go to the store and buy food, so let's go."

"But I don't wanna!~" Dazai begged. "Chuuya, pleaseeee? I promise I'll behave if you leave me behind?"

All he got in response was a scoff. 

"Move your ass or I'm moving it for you."

"Oooh, kinky!~"

"Shut up, dammit!"

Chuuya's face bloomed red as he kicked the male behind the knees. Dazai laughed, his knees hitting the ground, satisfied that he made Chuuya blush. It was always funny to see Chuuya react that way... cute. 

He shakily stood up, still feeling his leg nerves tingle. Chuuya was putting on his shoes by the door, grumbling about who knows what. He stood up and looked towards him, frown barely visible.

"Hurry up."

"You're so bossy, Chuuya." A fond smile wiggled on his face. "Alright, alright, I'm going... I'm going..."

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"You're so creepy, Rintaro."

"Why are you so mean to me, Elise?" Mori pouted. 

The blonde girl made a disgusted face, her lips parting slightly. "Do I need a reason?"

"I gave you cake today!"

"So did Kouyou."

The man sighed, admitting defeat as the young girl smiled triumphantly. She turned back to her coloring book, ignored the way he gave her puppy eyes. 

"I'm still waiting on my answer."

"Fine, alright." He laughed slightly. "Don't they just compliment each other so well? A diamond with a diamond. It's as if they were meant to be."

Elise rose a brow, her coloring pausing for a moment as she began to think. Of all things she had seen so far, Chuuya and Dazai would always be the few that made her think soul mates existed. She hummed, her eyes turning back to her book. 

"I guess... But why'd you have to send them away when they could have just brought All Might here?"

She didn't look up as the man stood up and walked over to get her another slice of cake. 

Mori hummed, eyes not leaving the plate in his hands. "Perhaps... I wanted them to see for themselves how well they fit together."

"You're weird... but I guess you're also right..." He smiled. "Give me my cake."

"Elise, you're making me sad!"

"Good! I want my cake!"

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Chuuya had made sure that Dazai wouldn't leave his line of sight whilst at the store, because he just knew the dumbass was going to cause some type of trouble. They were there for approximately thirty minutes, as he already had a mental list of what they needed. Once he payed and got out of there, with Dazai trailing after him with a pout, they loaded their bags into the car (thank Mori for giving him the keys and not Dazai). 

While Chuuya knew it was risky to drive a car in the streets of Musutafu, he could care less. It's not like these people would let him freely use his ability out in public, not like in Yokohama. He felt a twitch in his brow at the thought. Yokohama was way better than the rest of Japan- than Musutafu ever will be. His hometown may have been dangerous and wild, but at least it wasn't the ugly black and white that he sees in every corner here. Maybe that was why All for One had so much power, because of the division of powers and the people who got too used to it. 

It made no sense to him, how people could be so... blinded by the way their society was flawed. 

Well... whatever. Not his problem, anyways. All he had to worry about what getting All Might and that damn successor of his (if he really has chosen one, that is) to honor the contract placed by their predecessors. At least it wouldn't take long... he sure as hell hoped. 

Sighing rather harshly, he ignored how the mummy besides him poked his arm and whispered his name. If he ignored him, he'll either go away, or he'll stop... or he would do it even more. Chuuya wasn't going to risk being bugged more than he already was. Groaning slightly, he turned to look at him, seeing that they weren't going anywhere with the crazy traffic. 

"What."

"Oh, my dog's finally paying me attention!"

"I will leave you on the side of the road, Dazai. What do you want."

Dazai smiled, a smile that made Chuuya's stomach churn. It was... so gentle- it almost didn't fit the boy's face. It didn't fit who he was, what he was. Why was he smiling like that? What did he do? Was Chuuya going to die? 

"Turn to your right, Chuuya."

Doing so, albeit confused, Chuuya turned his head, just in time to see some child with unruly green hair run into... slime? What the fuck was he watching? 

The child threw his backpack at the slime, and that's when the second child caught Chuuya's eye. He blinked, bewildered at the scene right in front of them. Was this why there was so much traffic? Because two kids were fighting off a villain while numerous heroes stood by and watched?

"Fan-fucking-tanstic. Great. What am I looking at, exactly? All I see are a bunch of heroes neglecting to do their jobs."

Chuuya turned to look back at the brunet. 

"...Where did he..."

Oh no.

Oh no.

No, no, no, no

Chuuya was going to KILL him. 

All it took was him leaving his sight for two seconds, before Dazai sneakily left the car and wondered off to, most likely, the villain attack. He hissed, stopped the car completely, putting it on break and taking the keys with him. If Dazai was going to do what he thought he was going to do, Chuuya needed to be there to assist him, else Mori would be pissed off.

"Hey, kid! Stop! Don't go in there!"

"Stop him!"

Shouts from both Heroes and civilians alike made there way into Chuuya's ears. He could see Dazai slip through the police and spandex covered pros, sending a small look towards him.

"Not you, too!"

That pissed him off. With a snarl and loud, clear words, he turned his head, feet still moving towards Dazai. "If you won't do shit, we will! Useless fuckers!"

He pushed passed the cops who tried to hold him back, only to be pushed back by the gravity around him. He jumped, the red outline around him appearing brighter, and landed right next to Dazai. The suicidal boy gave him another glance before smiling, this time, his mischievous and playful smile.

"Took you long enough, slug."

"You piss me off! Why'd you have to get involved in this shit?"

"Because, if I'm right, then All Might should be somewhere in the crowd."

He wasn't going to question it, because honestly, he, unfortunately, most likely wouldn't understand Dazai's thought process. All he could do was go along with it, because that was easier and less frustrating than dealing with Dazai's bullshit. 

Taking a moment to assess the situation, he noticed two important details. One: the blond punk was causing explosions, meaning he had a quirk, and was trying to hurt the villain somehow. Two: the green twig was in the way of the attack Chuuya would most likely have to do. He gave Dazai a look and shot forward, grazing his finger against the slime villain and letting his ability activate. 

For the Tainted Sorrow activated with a burst of maroon, and he could hear the green haired kid yell in surprise as he started to float into the air. Dazai was a little ways behind him, ready to walk in and nullify the villain's quirk. Or maybe it was to nullify his ability, he didn't really care. With his hands in his pocket, Chuuya calmly walked up to the confused and screeching villain, and yanked the blond teenager out of it's grasp. The boy landed on the concrete with a thud, coughing viciously to get the air he had been denied, into his lungs. 

"You little brat! How are you doing this!?"

The villain yelled as his weird eyes landed on the ginger. It tried to move, but to no avail. His ability locked the villain from moving any further, to which he heard Dazai appear to his left. The bandaged boy hummed softly, his hand lifting. 

"I wonder... what would happen to you if I used my quirk on you? Would you cease to exist? Would you become paralyzed? Would you become water?"

Dazai smiled. "Shall I test it out, Mr. Villain?"

Chuuya payed no mind to his partner's antics, knowing better than to be worried about his plan. If Dazai was saying things like this, there must have been a reason. Instead, he payed close attention to the two boys around his age who were being dragged back by the Pros. The blond was still heaving, not that Chuuya was surprised. Being stuck that way without oxygen was scary and it always left someone trying to breathe in more air than needed. 

"Chuuya, get ready to deactivate your quirk."

Dazai whispered as he backed away slightly. Chuuya prepared himself, seeing slight movement from their right. He could still hear the adults behind them try to call them back, not he particularly cared at the moment. Whatever was coming their way, was big and to some degree, powerful. 

"Now."

For the Tainted Sorrow deactivated, and both boys jumped out of the way as soon as someone crashed into the small space. If it had been anyone else, they would have surly been injured. 

Chuuya almost laughed when Dazai landed in his ass, but now wasn't the time to make fun of him (sadly). He watched with narrowed eyes as the man they had been tasked with finding, stood tall and with his signature stupid smile. Chuuya almost gagged when he opened his mouth and the words left his throat.

"Fear not... I am here."

Dazai snorted. 

The villain's attention immediately went towards the Number One Hero, letting the two mafiosos slip away from the fight. They would have been able to leave as well, had it not been for the twig of a teenager that called out to them, catching the attention of the Pro Heroes and cops in the vicinity. Chuuya sent him a harsh glare, to which the boy jumped and looked away in panic. Dazai all but sighed, tiredly tugging Chuuya along as the Pros began reprimanding them.

"Do you know how dangerous that was!? Not only did break the public quirk usage law, you ignored the orders of the law and still went towards the villain!"

They were all stupid. 

"This isn't a game, kid! Stop smiling!"

Dazai's laugh made him look over. "I can't help it."

"Is breaking the law funny to you? Are you stupid or something!?"

The officer yelling at them raised his hand, ignoring the words of hid coworkers. Chuuya tensed, seeing the hand about to smack Dazai straight across the face. 

"Oi."

He reacted faster. 

"If you touch a single hair on his person, I'll make sure your life is ruined."

The people around them stared with mouths agape, both from the action the officer was about to take and the way Chuuya responded. He didn't give a damn that they were whispering about him. 

With a tensed jaw, he called out to the silent boy behind him. "You good?"

"Fine."

Dazai's short response was worrisome, but he'll just have to deal with it later. Right now, he had to deal with this prick. 

Without activating his ability, he pushed the man back, enough to make him slide a few feet away. 

"Considering how you did jack shit to actually help the victims out, I'd say we had a better reason to use our quirks in public." Chuuya glowered. "I'm gonna make sure you never work for the legal system again, officer."

"Kid, just calm down." A pro hero tried to level with him, but Chuuya wasn't having it. 

He ignored the hero, turning to look back at Dazai. 

"Let's go. They're pissing me off, and you look about close to running into traffic again."

His partner said nothing as he let Chuuya pull him along, only looking down at the floor. As they were about to walk away, Chuuya and Dazai felt someone step closer to them. They both moved as a hand was about to land on their shoulders, not appreciating the fact that they were were about to be touched. Chuuya turned to look up. 

"Huh?" He blinked in bewilderment. "The hell do you want?"

"I didn't need help, extra."

Irked, because who the hell did this punk think he was, Chuuya acted on pure instinct. He raised his fist, pulling it back and making sure to hit hard.

"You jackass!" The kid was knocked back, a yelp escaping his lips. "Are you a fucking moron!? You were going to die with how useless your quirk was against that shitty ass villain! You're lucky we stepped in when the Heroes didn't!"

Dazai didn't try to stop him, his only visible eye devoid of any emotion at the moment. A bit behind him, the kid with curly green hair was panicking, calling out to the blond who Chuuya had just socked. 

"K-Kacchan!"

"We should have let him rot, Mackerel." Chuuya scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Ungrateful douche."

Dazai followed after the ginger, both going back to the car. Oddly enough, they weren't followed or called out to for their actions any longer. At least they were smart enough to not piss Chuuya off anymore than he already was. 

Once they stepped back into the comfort of the car, Dazai finally spoke, his quiet and soft voice making it's way into Chuuya's ear. For a moment, he had to strain his hearing. 

"We should follow All Might. Who knows when we'll see him again."

Chuuya said nothing and started the car up again. He put the car on drive and drove towards the area where the man had jumped to. Not that Chuuya really cared, but All Might wasn't that great at escaping. He wondered how the man had been able to avoid the Port Mafia for that long. 

Once they were in a quiet neighborhood, Dazai  told Chuuya to park the car so that they could walk the rest of the way there. Chuuya did so, and the two got out of the car just in time to hear a high pitched scream. 

It startled Chuuya a bit as he jumped, getting a small laugh from the bastard beside him. He ignored it, choosing to listen to the last of the conversation happening a few meters away from them. 

"You can be a hero."

Though it didn't surprise him, at least now they knew how All Might really looked... and who his successor was. 

Chuuya turned to look at Dazai, seeing the intrigued look he had painted on his face. Although hesitant to ask, he chose to ignore his unease. 

"What is it?"

Dazai said nothing for a moment, eyeing the small green haired boy. He chuckled, turning around to walk back to the car. Chuuya let out a small noise of confusion and followed.

"Dazai?"

"I don't like that boy... He'll be trouble in the future, especially if All Might won't tell him about the contract."

His expression turned dark, and while Chuuya would never outright say this to the brunet, it sort of reminded him of Mori. The same irritated look in their eye and the same smile that just screamed at all of Chuuya's instincts. Dazai would really murder him if he told him that. 

"It'll be fun to break his trust with the so called Number One Hero..." 

Somehow, Chuuya didn't like the way Dazai looked up at the largest building in the distance. 

The school that Chuuya just knew he would somehow be involved with. 

Well... whatever. If this was all for the Port Mafia... then he had nothing to complain about. 

Chuuya did miss the look of confusion in Dazai's eye when he said nothing and silently got into the car. If he had, then maybe he would have been able to ask why Dazai didn't let go of him while he was cooking them their dinner... or why Dazai insisted they spent the whole night gaming. 

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Nezu had many questions for All Might as of currently. 

If he really did only come to UA in order to find a successor, why was he so intent on keeping his appearance here so hidden. While the principal could understand the secrecy to an extent, he was baffled at the actions All Might would take in order to make it seem as though he wasn't there at all.

If he didn't know any better, he's say All Might was running from someone, but the question was: Who?

Who was the Number One Hero running away from so badly, that even Nezu was curious. 

He could always ask, though he doubts Toshinori would tell him, that idiot. Sometimes he wonders how that man survived for so long without breaking at all the secrets he had. 

So all Nezu can do is dig. 

All Might's involvement in many defeats and activities; from the donations to the orphanages, to the successful rescue of 100 people from a burning building- he searched and searched until he came across a small article from somewhere he hadn't predicted.

Yokohama.

What on earth was All Might doing in Yokohama of all places? Better yet, how on earth did he get there?

While, yes, Yokohama citizens were technically allowed to leave as they please, many choose not to as they prefer the safety of not being discriminated against for being quirkless. It was a rare occasion that a resident from the rest of the Japan was allowed in, much less a hero. Nezu doubted All Might was there to sight see as well. 

His beady eyes skimmed through the small article, picking up on the fact that it came from a large corporation based in Yokohama.

The Mori Corporation.

He blinked.

Why did a corporation write about All Might, most of all in negative manner. Not that Nezu was disagreeing with their statement, because he can understand why Yokohamans dislike hero activities: it was destructive. 

The article highlighted the fact that All Might entered their city in an alliance and all but made it sour as he tried to fight against the CEO of the business. 

Hm...

"Interesting..." Nezu looked away. "For All Might to battle against someone like that... just what was going on in there?"

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he began to type away, doing the one thing Mori didn't take into account...

"I would like to personally question this man as to why he was attacked by our hero."

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"Oh, Aizawa, good morning."

The lack of manners this kid had towards Shouta was irritating. 

"Your cat snuck in again."

And the fact that his precious feline would not leave the two boys alone. 

He sighed, already tired of their conversation. Chuuya's brow twitched, though he kept his mouth shut as he handed Shouta back the white cat. She chirped, as if asking Shouta what he was doing- not that he really had the mind to care at the moment. All he needed was sleep. 

"Thanks."

He didn't answer Chuuya's question. It was five in the morning, and had he bothered to ask more questions towards the two teenagers, he would have cared as to why Chuuya was awake. It only took him a week to get used to Chuuya leaving as soon as he would get back from patrol. 

Dazai, on the other hand, he would rarely see during the mornings. 

Occasionally, he would hear Chuuya's loud voice from the other side of his own walls, yelling at the bandaged boy to get up, though judging by how Chuuya's voice would get louder.... he could just guess.

"Do you always need to wake me up early, Slug?" Speak of the mummy. 

Dazai sauntered over, rubbing the eye that he left uncovered. His posture was horrible, not that Shouta's was any better, and his body language screamed tired. He waved, pausing to yawn into his hand and used Chuuya as a resting stand. 

"Good Morning, Mr. Aizawa."

He looked ready to tip over, even from the slightest brush. His eye closed as soon as his head hit Chuuya's shoulder. The ginger glanced up at him before turning his gaze back towards Aizawa. 

"Your cat won't be with us for about two weeks. We'll be out of town." Chuuya's gaze held strong, and Shouta hated that. 

Had it been any other teenager, they would have looked away as soon as Shouta denied expression on his face. It didn't seem like the case with this short boy. 

Nodding softly, because he had to respond somehow, or else who knows how the teen will react, he turned to go back to hid apartment. His cat meowed, trying to leave his arms to go back into the boys' unit. He frowned. 

"You can't leave." The cat hissed at him.

Dazai chuckled behind him, though he didn't turn around. 

Rolling his eyes, he walked into his apartment...

"Fuck-" It was a disaster.

The pillows from his couch were thrown across the room. The vase Nemuri had gifted him when he moved was shattered by the TV. His drawers were pulled open, one on the ground, while his things were scattered around the carpet. His kitchen was a mess- and no doubt, his knives missing. 

"Shit!"

Someone had broken into his apartment while he gone. Instantly, he ran to the drawer that was slightly ajar. 

Nezu was going to murder him. 

His pulled in open, his face draining of color. All the important files- from the staff of UA, to the information of all his past students were gone; the codes to all the restricted areas in UA; the codes to bypass the systems of the gates; missing. He cursed, his mind racing. 

Whoever had broken in most likely made noise, and he had no doubt the boys next door heard... or perhaps not... Shouta had sound proof walls for a reason, and only Chuuya's voice penetrated through them. 

Taking a deep breath, he pulled out his phone, already dreading the fact that he had to call Nezu for this. 

He was going to get fired.

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"You're lucky we left while he was checking everything, shithead." Chuuya scowled, his arms crossed. 

"When did you even have time to set up cameras?"

Dazai hummed, looking up from the laptop on his lap. "Oh, they've been up since last week. Eraserhead might be a hero, but even all his experience lacks when I'm around."

As arrogant as it sounded, Dazai was most likely correct. Chuuya rolled his eyes, looking out the window the car they were in. 

Currently, they were on their way back to Yokohama, using a small hidden entrance that only the Port Mafia has access to. Mori had asked to see them as soon as possible, and Chuuya just knew that meant trouble.

For who? He didn't know.

He just hoped it was them that were in trouble, because he'd been too damned loyal so far to get killed off.

Dazai continued to mess with the computer on his lap, opting to not mess with Chuuya for the time being. While, don't get him wrong, Chuuya basked in the knowledge that Dazai wasn't bothering, it was still weird. The serious look of the boys' face was unnerving, and yet, Chuuya didn't find it repulsive, not like some of the members who he walked by in the hallways. 

To Chuuya, Dazai's expressions were just the boy's masks- they were his way of protecting himself, and the ginger could relate. While Dazai may be physically weak, his masks were strong, almost impenetrable. They made his the feared executive that he currently was. Chuuya could envy that sometimes. 

As they sat in comfortable silence, it was soon time for their arrival. Dazai finally shut the laptop, moving it to the side and scooting closer to Chuuya. 

The ginger did not move, letting him rest his head on his own head. 

"Mori sounded so agitated during at call... Hm..." The little shit laughed, "I wonder what got his panties in a bunch."

"You really have no fear, do you?"

Dazai made a sound, almost as if to agree. Chuuya just rolled his eyes. 

He didn't need to know- Dazai thought. Not now, at least.

Because... to Dazai, fear, was Chuuya realizing how much he actually meant to Dazai- how much human emotion his heart contained for the gravity manipulator. Dazai didn't want that to happen. He couldn't have Chuuya know so soon. Not yet. He didn't need to find out how Chuuya himself was Dazai's one and only weakness.

So all he did was sigh in content and snuggled closer to Chuuya's head. He was warm... something Dazai could never be. His soft ginger hair tickled his exposed skin, almost tempting him to reach out and run his hands through it. He resisted the urge, though, content with just being this close to his tiny dog.

After a few more minutes, he could see the five, freakishly, tall towers coming up in their view. He sighed, finally escaping the warmth he was peacefully leaning against. Chuuya clicked his tongue, picking up at the laptop and getting out of the car first. He waited for Dazai to step out before placing himself to his right. 

He almost smiled.

Almost.

Glancing up, he inwardly dreading going into Mori's office, not wanting to hear the man complain about what Nezu had done. While, yes, Dazai knew to some degree what was done, he could only imagine how frustrated Mori was going to be with him for letting it happen. Not that Dazai had much control over it. Nezu was just playing right into Dazai's hands... and Mori was going to have to wait and see.

He smiled, walking calmly as the agents around his bowed their heads in respect, Chuuya slightly behind him. 

"Let's get this over with."

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Mori was pacing around his office when the two stepped into the room, ignoring half of what Elise was rambling about. She occasionally threw a crayon at his head, frustrated that, for once, he wasn't paying her enough attention. The man didn't acknowledge them at first, his furrowed brows deepening as another few seconds passed by. 

"Rintaro! What's wrong with you!? It was just a letter, wasn't it?"

Elise chucked another crayon at him, and this time, he looked back. It hit him straight on the forehead, earning a giggle from both the girl and Dazai. 

"Just a letter? Elise, that article was for years ago- It had been erased."

As worried as he seemed, Dazai wasn't going to reassure him of anything... yet. He was content in seeing Mori's panicked response, and Chuuya, no doubt, already knew it had something to do with him. If by any chance he did end up telling Mori that is was him who republished the article... well, Mori should understand that Dazai, no matter how reluctant he was to like the Mafia, was doing this for the grater good of the Mafia.

Elise rolled her eyes. "So? No one outside of the underworld here, and the outside the barrier knows who you are. What's there to worry about?"

"All Might does." Dazai spoke. "All Might knows who Mori is- or was, at the time. It wouldn't surprise me if that rodent found out about All Might's small vacation here."

Beside him, Chuuya made a sound. 

"Wouldn't he have just asked him then?"

"No." Dazai shrugged, "He probably knows All Might won't speak up about it to him."

Mori finally sat down on his desk chair, his gloved hands picking up the letter that he had printed out. He began to read over it again, his face twisting with dislike.

"This will be tricky for both of you, then."

Dazai pretended to look confused. He tilted his head a bit, body tensing. Chuuya raised a brow, though didn't speak. He maintained still, with his hands behind his back. 

"Why?" The ginger asked.

Mori looked up, looking reluctant to say it, though at the same time, a look of amusement at the reaction he would sure get from the small boy. He paused, before letting out a small sigh. 

"Well, dear Chuuya, since Nezu now knows that All Might was in Yokohama, and most likely has his suspicions about the Mori Corporation..." God, Dazai hated how that sounded, "It means your mission will have a small... additional action."

Dazai's smile pointed at Chuuya's confused eyes. Said eyes, glared at him for a moment before looking back at the adult in the room.

"I'll do whatever you need me to do, Boss."

"In addition to getting All Might back in line, you will need to break UA down from the inside. Meaning, you boys will be going to school! Isn't that exciting, Chuuya?"

"WHAT!?"

If it had been anyone else, Mori would have responded differently, but Chuuya was Chuuya... and Mori had noticed how Dazai's agreement to certain missions with Chuuya would be easier to persuade. Judge him all you want (everyone did), in his mind, Dazai and Chuuya were two pieces of a puzzle- the missing pieces, fit to be comparable and right for one another. 

If Dazai ever mentioned how he was having too much missions with Chuuya, he would choose to ignore it after seeing the ridiculously fond look he would get in his eye when uttering the ginger haired boy's name.

"Now, now, Chuuya-"

"Awww, is my little dog nervous about going to school?" Dazai antagonized. "Don't worry, your master will help you pass the exams, Chuuya."

"Shitty bastard! Like hell I need help! Especially from you!" 

"Really? I'm betting you barely pass at most!"

"You're on! Loser has to-"

"Loser has to wear matching outfits with me!" Elise shouted in apparent glee. 

Her words made Mori chuckle, Dazai blink in confusion, and Chuuya beam red. He stuttered for a moment, before grinning.

"What Elise said!"

"You're going to look adorable, Chuuya."

He once again dodged the leg heading towards his head. 

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"Chuuyaaaa, I don't wanna goooo!!" 

Shouta cursed as soon as he heard his voice. Dear god- can these boys give him a fucking break? It had been at least three months since they had moved in next to him, and ha was going to mentally loose it if he heard Dazai's whining anymore in the mornings. He banged his head against the folder he was holding, wishing he was in his sleeping bag in that small corner of his classroom. 

"Could you shut up!? Aizawa's probably home, and the last thing we need right now is him complaining to the building owner about us!"

"Then stop waking me up to do this! I'm content with being the brains of this duo!"

"You look like a twig, at least build some muscle!"

He had it. 

Slamming his folder against his desk, Shouta stood up and marched out of his office room, out towards the hallway of his room, to the front door. Ripping the door open, he instantly was met with the two teenagers wrestling on the floor in front of his unit. He blankly stared at them, seeing the way they grasped at each other's hair. 

Chuuya's fist was against Dazai's face, while the bandaged boy had his hand on Chuuya's chest, attempting to push him back. The taller of the two was pushed against the floor, his legs trying to kick Chuuya off as well.

"What are you two doing?" He begrudgingly asked. 

"Oh! Good Mor- OW! What are you doing- Are you biting me!? Chuuya's biting me!"

"Shut the hell up! Stop pulling my hair!"

"Then you stop pulling my hair!"

"Both of you, stop!" He shouted- finally- shouted at them. "Just stop already!

The two froze, their eyes instantly looking up at him with unreadable emotion. Chuuya was the first to unhand the boy, his expression growing angry. He stood up, allowing Dazai to stand on his own. The said boy's face was blank, though there was a coldness that made Aizawa's fight or flight instincts scream. 

"Who the hell-"

"Chuuya, let's go." Dazai spoke before Chuuya could actually cuss Shouta out. 

The boy grabbed Chuuya's hand- really, these boys were rather... physical with each other... Shouta wondered if they were together, or at least in that stage where they were about to find out they liked each other. He remembered being like that with... no, now was not the time to be thinking about this. 

He stared as the two walked away from him, and at least the noise was gone. He sighed, slightly feeling guilty to have angered the short boy, then he remembered how much of a nuisance he was as well. Shrugging, he walked back into his apartment, burying those memories for another day, preferably when he was drunk. 

As he walked back in, he didn't notice the small glare Dazai sent towards his back. 

"We don't want to get on his bad side, Chuuya." He spoke quietly as he walked next to the boy, their arms brushing against each other. "He's most likely going to be our teacher at UA. We need to keep him on our good side."

He smiled as they passed by the front desk, waving at the lady who worked mornings. She blushed slightly, waving back shyly. Chuuya almost rolled his eyes, seeing the way the boy next to him enamored yet another girl with just his looks. As irritating as it was, he couldn't deny that it worked sometimes... that that Dazai really was an attractive teenager. 

No. He will NOT think about this. 

The two left their building, walking down to the car parked a few blocks away. Who knew what the people around their apartment would say if they saw Chuuya get into the driver's seat, because god-forbid a teenager drive, right? He internally laughed- he probably drove better than most adults anyways. 

As they slipped into the car, Dazai's hands immediately shot out to play the the radio, not that Chuuya particular cared much. He let him do his own thing, opting to start the car and drive towards the building they had been going to for the past few months now. 

A temporary Port Mafia base where their agents were doing "business" work. It was a small bodyguard business, Mori hadn't specified why he chose this idea, not gaining much attention. If anyone asked, Chuuya and Dazai were just interns, working closely to learn how to protect. It would be on their report for the UA entrance exams. 

According to Dazai, it would be the perfect little activity to put in their files for the heroes to see. Chuuya saw no point in it, to who was going to listen to him? 

Dazai would, without a doubt.

The drive to the building was only ten minutes, without traffic, and silent. The bastard besides Chuuya was fumbling with his phone now, not bothering to say a word as they arrived. It was boring, to say the least. Chuuya enjoyed the banter, not that he would ever tell Dazai those words. 

As he parked the car, there was a moment of realization that settled in his bones- that of which Dazai took notice of immediately.

"What is it?"

"Holy shit- We have to wear uniforms."

His words made Dazai sputter in laughter, his hands slamming into the dashboard. 

"That's it!?" He bellowed. "Chuuya-"

"Have you seen the uniforms?! They're ugly as fuck! We'll look so out of place with those colors!"

"Just like your tacky hat?"

Dazai ran out of the car, laughing at the yelling boy who chased after him. It was only when they got into the building that the two stopped, noticing the few members who bowed their heads towards them. Dazai's face calmed, his smile now gone, while his demeanor changed. 

This was the Port Mafia's Demon Prodigy. 

This was their Dazai Osamu.

Chuuya didn't particularly care what they viewed him as, because he knew what they didn't. At least he thinks he does... Dazai was indeed a very terrifying person, but he was also an idiot who loved suicide. Many people just tend to focus on the fact that he's a murderer.

"Sir, the boss sent this to you."

A man walked up to them, handing Dazai a small envelope. He turned to look at him, at least acknowledging him. His eye went down to the yellow paper, nimbly taking it from the man's hands. 

"Hm... Mori didn't mention he would be sending anything..."

The boy waved him off, walking over to elevator. Chuuya followed in silence, glancing over at the package. Had he not known Mori, he would have guessed it was normal. 

This wasn't like the boss at all. 

Dazai pressed the third floor, which contained only one room- that being their office. The ride was oddly quiet as well...

"The hell's wrong with you?" Chuuya couldn't help but ask. 

"Hm?"

He looked away. "You haven't been bugging me like usual."

Dazai huffed, "I don't bug you!"

"Uh, yeah, yeah you do!" He couldn't help by yell. Something about hearing Dazai whine made his blood vessel pop. 

They spent the rest of their way to the office conversing, ignoring the guards around them. At least they had the smart idea to not interrupt their conversation with greetings, most likely knowing what Dazai would do. 

"Just get into the office before I toss you in there!" Chuuys kicked Dazai in the ass, earning a yelp from the boy. 

He acted quickly, opening the door just in time to avoid receiving it with his face. In exchange, he landed with his face on the floor, which got a good laugh out of Chuuya. 

"You brute!" The executive scowled. "Just sit down already! I want to open this stupid envelope already."

Chuuya rolled his eyes but sat down as told. He watched with batted eyes as Dazai careless opened the package. He was tense, waiting for something to happen- anything to appear. Had it not been for the fact that the envelope was small, Chuuya would have opened it himself in order to be cautious. 

"It's a picture."

Dazai spoke with a smile. He laughed, turning the picture around to show the ginger. 

"Isn't that...?"

"Of course. It just confirms our targets. To think All Might would choose a child like this."

Dazai scowled- uncharacteristically of him, really, and slammed the picture to the desk. It was a hidden picture of All Might in his civilian form, assisting the green haired boy from the sludge attack. They were at a beach, a very dirty and polluted one at that. The boy was pulling something, not that he was making much progress by the looks of it. 

Chuuya frowned, because- they now had their two targets.

This better go as planned, or Chuuya was going to ask for a raise. Or for Dazai to become his servant for a week. For some strange reason, he felt as though this kid was going to cause too many complications with their mission... and that pissed the gravity user off. 

Well, whatever- he'll just listen to what the boss wanted them to do for now. 

Better than letting the heroes find out first, at least.

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The silk pillows his head rested on were incredibly comfortable after the long day he had the previous evening. They called him, embracing his head as his pretty blue eyes fluttered open and shut. He hummed, letting the silk win and closed his eyes, feeling them burn from being open for far too long. 

The satisfaction of being able to finally lay down in his own bed- in his own room made everything he had to deal with the day prior worth it. 

He shuffled a bit, pulling up the fluffy blanket that he had rested over his legs. The warmth made him sigh in content.

This was bliss.

And he was so comfortable- so tired- he didn't realize the slipper fish that had swam into his comfortable bed- his comfortable blanket- and nuzzled in besides him. He didn't feel the skinny and bony arms wrapping around his own waist, while a pair of equally skinny legs wrapped around his. 

Did it just get warmer? Chuuya didn't bother to open his eyes and instead, shuffled closer to the warmth in front of him. Fuck it, I guess...

That was how Chuuya arrived to this point. 

Trapped in the, surprisingly, tight embrace of one Dazai Osamu. 

The brunet teen was latched on like a baby with it's pacifier- he wasn't letting go. As equally tired as Dazai most likely was, he should have woken up as soon as Chuuya moved. The usually light sleeper wasn't moving, and honestly, Chuuya would have thought he was finally dead, had it not been for his chest rising and falling.

"Dazai, wake the hell up already!" 

He slammed his hand onto the brunet's head, finally getting a reaction. 

"Ow! What the hell, hatrack!?" Dazai lifted his head, a pained look flashing in his eye. "What was that for!?"

"You stupid bastard! Why the hell did you sleep here!? No, how'd you get into my house!?"

The damned fish had the audacity to pout, his eye avoiding his glare. "...You should really get more locks."

Chuuya said nothing else and rolled out of the comfortable mattress. The boy behind him began to whine- which was already giving him a damn headache. It was way too early in the morning and he just woke up. 

"Get up already, jackass. If you're still in bed by the time I finish my shower, I'm going to feed you veggies only."

"Chuuya!!~ I want crab! Not vegetables!"

The boy was ignored, which was a miracle in itself, because most of the time, Chuuya doesn't have enough self restraint to ignore him. The ginger tiredly began to strip, not caring that the brunet behind him watched. Opening the door to his private bathroom, he stepped inside, making sure to keep it cracked open in case Dazai needed to step in. 

Chuuya turned on the water, not minding the cold water that hit his back as soon as he stepped into the shower. Instantly, his muscles relaxed, a sigh leaving his lips. 

He needed this shower, desperately. 

Outside, he could hear Dazai scurrying around, most likely grabbing the extra clothes he had in Chuuya's drawers. If not, then he was positive the mackerel was up to no good; he could feel the migraine return. 

"Chuuya, can I join you?"

"No."

"Yes? Thank you!"

Chuuya's eyes snapped open as the shower door slid open and he was slightly pushed to the side. Dazai's smile widened. 

"You're being so nice, Chibi!"

"You-!" Chuuya irked, almost wanted to kick the boy back. "Whatever. Just don't touch the water temperature. It's fine cold."

Dazai hummed, getting close (too close, in Chuuya's eyes) to the ginger. They bathed in silence, only the occasional noise as they moved around each other to share the water. 

"Chibi." Dazai's voice called out by his ear, and Chuuya tensed, his jaw clenching tightly in irritation- did he have to be so close to him? "Pass me my toothbrush."

He did as asked, not looking back at the boy. 

"Thanks."

Chuuya rolled his eyes, trying to finish his once peaceful shower as quick as possible.

What the fuck. He blinked. I should have left the door closed.

They continued to shower in silence, though Chuuya had to hold back from turning around and bashing Dazai's head into the wall whenever he would teasingly try to poke his hip.

Five more minutes later, and Chuuya almost flew out of there, towards his room. Dazai pouted, "Oi, I wanted to take a bath together, too!"

When Chuuya didn't respond, which he should have, because he was Chuuya, Dazai raised a brow. He finished washing off all the soap off of him and turned off the water. 

"Chibi?"

Walking out of the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Dazai blinked in confusion at the sight in front of him. Chuuya was bright red, a hand over his eyes and a scowl on his lips. He was partially dressed, the buttons to his red shirt half way on, while his hair, which he normally kept in a small pony tail, was loose. He had his gloves on, and the choker, so Dazai knew he wasn't that out of it.

Taking a seat on the bed, right next to where the ginger was sitting, he leaned into him. 

"What's wrong?"

"Don't-" Chuuya breathed in, licking his lips slightly, "Don't... get so close... please."

Dazai raised a brow, "What?"

"Just... stop leaning on me for a second."

While it did confuse him, Dazai said not one word as he did as asked, leaning away from Chuuya. He watched the ginger breathe in and out, calming the racing heart that Dazai could feel through his shoulder. After a few more minutes, the smaller boy looked up, his dace neutral. Dazai smiled.

"You alright?"

"Yeah... sorry..."

They sat in awkward silence, their shoulders brushing. Chuuya sighed, his lips pursing. "I..."

"Chibi, you feeling alright? This is the second time you've done this."

The first being a few months after Chuuya and him had met. 

The boy nodded, keeping quiet before pushing the brunet, a small smile on his lips. "Yeah.... thanks... and uh, sorry."

Dazai stared. 

He knew. 

He really knew, but Chuuya was Chuuya and Dazai was... well... he was him. Chuuya could do much better than him, so he would go on and pretend that he didn't notice whenever the ginger would scoot closer to him, or take his hand out of nowhere, or stare at him, or his lips... 

If it meant protecting his dog from the darkness that Dazai brought to people he cared about, he would keep his feelings to himself. 

So, with little effort, he began to tease the boy- something he was exceptionally great at.

"Aww, was Chuuya blushing cause I said I wanted us to take a bath together? I didn't know you were so lewd, Chuuyyyaaa!"

"Shut up, dammit!" The ginger punched his in the stomach, "I'm not blushing! And I'm not a perv!"

"Really? You could have fooled me!"

"YOU-!"

It was finally here. 

The stupid entrance exams that shitty Dazai had been so excited about. It pissed him off, seeing all these so called, heroes, wandering around the school as the two mafiosos walked in silence. His guard was raised high, being in enemy territory. The danger he felt was nothing to that of the boy standing next to him, yes, but Chuuya was confident enough that Dazai wouldn't hurt him that bad. These heroes, not the other hand, would kill him on spot if they found out who and what he was.

It made his skin crawl. 

The idea of those who work with the HPSC finding out about him was nothing short of horrific. He would never feel safe in this part of Japan, even with Dazai right by his side. 

As they continued on into the school, Dazai suddenly slowed down, his eye staring at something in front of them, so intensely, he might have thought he was a doll. The ginger followed his gaze, finding it on the panicking green haired boy a few meters away from them. Walking past him was the blond male that Chuuya saved from the slime villain a few months back. 

"Hmm..." Dazai grinned. "Look, Chibi."

He scowled, though didn't say anything as he kept looking. The green haired kid tripped, but was quickly saved in the knick of time as a petite girl with short brown hair seemingly used her quirk on him. Her quirk being: Gravity. 

Chuuya was intrigued. 

He blinked and turned to Dazai. "Oi, what are her chances?"

"Why? You have a crush?" 

If Dazai looked slightly hurt, he wasn't going to mention it. 

"What? No. I want to fight her, see how well she does against my gravity."

All Chuuya got was a small scoff. His eye twitched. 

"She'll lose as she is right now. Remember Chuuya, we're trained to kill, they're trained to save."

Right. He forgot about that. Well that killed his fun. Chuuya sighed, rolling his eyes in boredom. All the fish eyed boy next to him did was smile and pull his along into the building, ignoring the few girls who pointed their looks out. 

Yes, Chuuya knew he and Dazai were attractive. No, they both knew romance in the mafia was a bad idea. 

But, Chuuya may have wanted to break that a few times, especially when Dazai held his hand like this. 

Was he going to complain right now? No, he wasn't, but that didn't mean he couldn't look like he wasn't enjoying it. Not like it matters, because as soon as they make it into the building, Dazai lets go and they make their way into the last row, taking two seats by the end. 

"Why are there so many?" 

Students, he wanted to say, but his words differentiated, making Dazai let out a small laugh. 

"It's an entrance exam, Chuuya. I would be more surprised if there weren't this many, especially at a school like U.A."

"Right."

Well, at least he knew what he was capable of, not that he doubted Dazai's stupid ways of winning, so he was sure they would pass. 

As long as the written portion was things he could answer from all the studying Dazai put him on, he would be fine.

Maybe.

He hoped. 

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One thing Chuuya knew for a fact was that Dazai hated physical activity. Yes, they were pretty used to having to move on their feet and fight, but it's not like Dazai could really go against orders. Even he was cautious around Mori and his orders. The fact that he would actually fight back during missions made it clear that the boy didn't want to go through the pain of getting attacked back. 

Unfortunately for Dazai, this wasn't like that. 

He was at a massive disadvantage, but he wasn't all too worried, which meant Chuuya didn't have to worry either. If Dazai had something under his bandages to help him, by all means, it meant Chuuya wouldn't have to fight for both of them again (he hoped).

And look here, he's actually been separated from the bandaged freak. 

The two were seated in the auditorium, after taking a relatively easy test (Dazai made sure he studied, dammit). While Chuuya didn't have too much of a difficultly with it, some of the questions just made him feel stupid and uncomfortable. 

"If you had the choice of saving a live at the risk of another, would you still act?"

Of course he would. At the end of the day, Chuuya would pick whoever was more important, and seeing as to where he was now, that would be Dazai. So if it were between Dazai and a random kid he didn't know, of course he would save his partner. 

It wasn't really a question, but all Chuuya had to do was write the opposite. 

No, he wrote, find a way to save them both.

Would he? Hell no, but if it was for the mission, he had to do as asked. He would act like those ridiculous heroes and try to at least make an effort to play by their morals. The only thing he wasn't ready to do, though, was wear a god forsaken spandex suit. There was no doubt in his mind he would look good in it, but wearing spandex was stupid, especially if it was colorful.

And there was no doubt that Dazai would never let him live it down. 

Sighing in his head, he ignored the looks he got near the people around him. Dazai glanced over and said nothing, though he had an uncomfortable body language. Chuuya scooted closer, letting his pinky touch Dazai's arm. 

Paying no attention to what the Pro Hero up front began to say, he looked around. There a lot of mutated children, more than he had ever seen in his very short life. There was one with the head of a crow, which unnerved him, because really; did it have to he a crow? What's next, a dog head? 

...Actually, Chuuya blinked in realization, that would be awesome. 

"And behind you, the one with the ginger hair!"

He wasn't the only ginger. 

"The boy with freckles!" He looked up, seeing a boy with navy hair combed to the side. His glasses reflected against the lights shown down on him, irking the gravity user. "It's extremely disrespectful to not pay attention to what our instructor is presenting! Furthermore, you are not in your school uniform! Neither are you, the one besides him!"

He pointed Dazai, who pointed at himself with a smile. 

"Me?"

"Yes!"

Chuuya rolled his eyes; great, another prick. -and it looked like if he got in, Dazai would make him his next target. 

"Are you two here for games? You're trying out to be heroes, why not try to exhibit how serious you are?"

"Hey, you done yet?" Chuuya frowned, his gaze going to other students to make them look away. "Aren't you being way too convulsive?"

Oh, big words, Chuuya internally gagged. Damn Dazai for making him read those extra books! Said boy looked at him with a confused smile (not really). 

"We're home schooled, so stop being a jackass and sit down already." Chuuya huffed, "You're holding everything up."

"How naughty of you, fellow student!" Dazai snickered. 

The imbecile who tried to start something with them flushed, turning around and sitting back in his seat, leaving a few in the auditorium to snicker along with Dazai. The Pro in front smiled and clapped his hands, continuing with his explanation of the rules and how their exam would go. 

And to be honest, Chuuya thought it sounded too easy. Exterminating robots, really? He'd have a tougher time with Kouyou's girls, than with measly robots. 

"Alright then, kiddos! Give it your all! Remember-"

He and Dazai covered their ears right before the whole place erupted in that stupid catchphrase: "PLUS ULTRA!"

God, he needed to get out before he started to say that too.

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Dazai stayed in one place, his eye looking around him as the kids littered around concentrated on their warm ups. He narrowed his eyes when he caught sight of the blond haired boy who they saved a few months back. He was giving off a negative vibe, almost urging the kids around him to back away. The mafioso smiled.

'How curious.'

He looked away, walking towards the front of the gate, knowing better than to stay in the back. If this was anything like he thought it would be, staying in the front would suffice. 

Moments later, he heard the Pro in the speakers once again, counting down until the gates opened and the light went green. 

Only he and the blond reacted properly, high tailing it out of there and into the false city. Though impressive, Dazai thought it was nothing compared to what Yokohama looked like. It was weird though, that they would create fake cities for these exams- not that he was judging. He would do something similar, given he had the money. Sadly, the only money he had access to was Chuuya's, and his tiny dog would beat him up if he touched it for something like this. 

With little effort, the brunet jumped over a piece of rubble that was in his way, basking in the thought that maybe, just maybe, would he die in this stupid exam. If he did, U.A would close for their negligence and the Port Mafia would bite back ten times as hard. A win-win, really. 

Sadly, Dazai couldn't leave his dog to fend for himself. Who knew who would take him in. 

Turning on on the small streets, he skid to a stop, seeing a two-pointer blocking his way. It wasn't large enough to make him nervous, but it was a rather strange thing to look at. His mouth curled into a smile. 

"Well, looks like I got lucky!" Clapping his hands silently. 

To the teachers who thought he might have been too underpowered and at a disadvantage over the test, they were in for a surprise. 

The smile on his lips widened. 

"Let's start."

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The teachers in the room watched the monitors, their eyes moving from screen to screen. Aizawa blinked tiredly, eyes focused on the ginger whomst he had the pleasure or pissing off a while back. The child was moving like the wind, bringing down robot after robot. Along the way, he would help out other students. 

It was pure hero material- the potential this child had made Aizawa smile. 

Who knew the loud kid could be so heroic?

"Oh my, I didn't think that boy could move like that." Midnight spoke, a hand covering her mouth.

Aizawa's eyes moved towards the monitor that caught her eye, finding it to he his second neighbor. The boy was nimble and quick, jumping onto the robots and deactivating them by pulling out its wires. 

"He's the one with the nullification quirk, right?"

"Yeah." Shouta grunted, "The one that can nullify any quirk by touch."

He sighed, "Him and Nakahara Chuuya are the neighbors I keep complaining about."

Mic and Midnight giggled, still amused that their friend would still be annoyed by the pair.

"Though he doesn't possess a physical quirk, he sure is strong... And rather intelligent." 

Recovery Girl hummed and glanced back at Chuuya, who was now helping up the very same boy that called him out in the auditorium. 

"I sure hope this next batch isn't reckless."

Aizawa had a feeling she would have to bite her words. God it was a horrible feeling and he could already feel the headache.

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"Was it really necessary to send in that boy as well?"

A beautiful woman, decorated in the finest silk and ornaments, her thin lips covered red. She gently cradled the cup in her hands, bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip, before placing down the glass and narrowing her eyes at the man in front of her.

"What is your game here, Boss?"

"Come now, Kouyou," The man chuckled, hand holding a comb, "you know me well enough."

Kouyou, with great annoyance, frowned, sharing a look with the ability who was sitting on a small chair. 

"Why not do this another time? Why now, of all times? Dazai and Chuuya very well could have made up their minds another way."

Elise looked up at the Port Mafia leader and scowled. "I told you, dummy Rintaro."

"You hurt me, Elise." Mori pouted. 

Kouyou cleared her throat. "Ahem."

"Yes, yes." He waved her off. "I understand your frustration, believe me."

"Then, why?" She urged.

Mori closed his eyes, his lips curling into a smile- a small and simple one, a genuine smile. It made Kouyou's spine tingling- her gut telling her activate her ability- to prepare to defend herself against the very man who had her respect. 

"Dazai and Chuuya learning their feelings for each other on this mission would make the Port Mafia stronger." He chuckled. "Dazai would do anything for Chuuya, even destroy the Hero world if he learned what they really did to Chuuya."

A despicable man, but one who knew when to play. She saw many similarities between him and the young executive who was enamored with her lad. 

"If Chuuya so desired it, Dazai would burn the whole world down. Those two on this mission- Their relationship growing while we don't pry, it'll bring us the most power. The heroes just fuel their desire to embrace their love for one another."

How repulsive, yet Kouyou say a hint of care for the two, surprisingly. Relaxing her body, she hummed and looked down at her cup of tea. 

"...A diamond with a diamond..."

If she would have to hand Chuuya, her adorable lad, to that empty monster of a child... she would have to accept it, for he was the one who brought the best out of her ginger boy. 

"Correct."

And if by chance, Dazai did burn down the Hero World, she had no doubt Chuuya would be standing by his side.

What a mess those two will create for us.

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Chuuya was sure that this kid was going to pass out in a few moments if he didn't stop shaking. 

"Hey," he called out. "you doing okay?"

The boy jumped, like a cat who was just splashed with water, or Dazai, when he gets thrown into the river. His eyes nervously looked at the ability user, head bowed as if he were going to get scolded.

"Ah..." he muttered, "I'm sorry! I'm probably d-distracting you, right?"

"Not really."

Chuuya shrugged. Might as well make the kid feel comfortable before showing him no mercy, right? He's sure Kouyou would give him a pat on the back and smile. 

The frightened boy faltered a tad bit before he jolted as a new voice cut in. 

A voice that had Chuuya walking away in an instant. 

"Will you please stop bothering the other examiners?!"

Chuuya decided he wasn't really in the mood to deal with that prick again. The ginger walked off, standing close to the girl with the gravity quirk. She was frowning, though Chuuya could feel the nervousness radiating off of her. If he were to be honest? 

It was annoying.

All of these kids were annoying, especially that stuttering kid who he was first talking to. At least he knew what his target would be like. A pain in the fucking ass. 

He sighed, his brow twitching slightly. "This is so stupid."

More problems, for him and for his sanity. 

As he stood still, more kids surrounded the area, getting closer to the edge of the large gate. Chuuya grimaced, feeling their bodies so close to his- it was the most he'd ever had someone who wasn't Dazai or Kouyou, close to him. 

"Alrighty kids, I hope you're ready! Let's go!"

The gate opened and Chuuya was off like a bullet. He activated his ability, launching into the false city and taking down the first robot he laid eyes on. Behind him, he could hear the Pro Hero telling the kids to do whatever he was doing. 

Idiots, all of them.

As Chuuya destroyed any of the machines within his sight, his ability was also used to get the stupid kids out of the way of being crushed by the metal.

Jumping off a building, he waved his hand and moved the blond haired boy who was holding onto his stomach, away from the piece of metal that flew off towards him. The said blond looked up in surprise, before smiling and thanking him. 

Chuuya just nodded and moved on. He made sure to leave enough points for the other students, not that they would need them if they knew about the hidden points. That's right, he wasn't that stupid as to not figure it out. It was a hero school, right? It was only natural that it had rescue points apart from the villain points. 

Dazai would be annoyed that Chuuya figured that out, but whatever- he could bask in the knowledge that Dazai didn't have to tell him about it, and that he figured it out all on his own. 

"Ow!"

The girl from earlier appeared in front of him, which was once again an annoyance. Chuuya skid to a stop, watching in silence as she brought her fingertips together and-

"Release...!"

A large wave of dust hit him, yet he watched. The girl curled over, a hand slamming onto her mouth. She gagged, closing her eyes tightly in pain, and that when Chuuya moved.

"You okay?" He didn't get too close to her, leaving enough space that if she turned and decided to dock him in the face, he could back away without a single hit. "Slow down your breathing first."

Seeing as she was doing as told, Chuuya decided she wouldn't try to attack him. He took a step closer, "Come on, let's get out of the way of these metal fucks."

He guided her to the edge of an alleyway, keeping a lookout as she recollected herself. Once she did, her mouth curled into a wide smile.

"Thanks! I would have probably panicked in the middle of the test. You really saved me there... uh..."

"Nakahara Chuuya." He spoke, eyes still looking around. 

"Nakahara-kun! I'm Uraraka Ochako!"

"Yeah..." He sighed, "If you're well enough, I'll get going."

"Ah- I'm sorry! I'm stalling you from getting more points!"

Chuuya waved her off and ran off, honestly, too tired now to really respond. Talking to other children who were genuinely happy was exhausting. 

...Did that mean Elise was happy with the way she was? Or is it that she's part of Mori that makes Chuuya so tired? 

Probably the latter. 

And with that in mind, Chuuya kept going at the exam. Well... that was until the Zero Pointer appeared. As it stomped into city, Chuuya's excitement skyrocketed. His grin widened, feeling chills run down his spine. While it might not last long, just the size of it meant Chuuya would have to add a bit more strength than usual. He watched as the students around him paused in terror, most running back to the entrance where they would be safe. Some were still in the general area, either too scared to move or too tired to run away. 

It was there, that Chuuya saw the green haired boy once again. He blinked, all excitement leaving his body once he felt the looming ability near him. 

Almost as a reflex, did Chuuya move to incapacitate the boy- with the power in his body, it was as if there were more than one person. He stopped himself on time, watching as the boy destroyed his arm to take down the Zero Pointer- before descending towards the ground. 

That was all the information he needed.

The boy couldn't control his quirk yet.

Chuuya frowned, turning around and walking away as the test came to an end. He had to report to Mori, but first, he would tell Dazai. 

What a pain this was, because really, Chuuya wouldn't be able to be calm knowing that this kid was too powerful for his body. If what he felt was true, Chuuya would have to use that to end their lives. 

And he hated using that.

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"You asshole! That was clearly mine!"

Dazai was in a bit of a pickle, you see. It seems like Chuuya wasn't the only rabid dog after all, because the other explosive brat was barking about something that Dazai was too bored to listen to. 

"Are you mental or something!? Answer me you mummy!"

"Honestly," Dazai sighed, "do you have to yell at me? This is an exam, Bakugo. We're all trying to destroy these robots."

The blond blinked in confusion- "How the hell do you know my name?"

"Oh! I overheard you telling that hero a few months ago! Chibi was so annoyed with you, he even hit me because of how annoyed he was."

Dazai pouted, putting on a fake persona. Bakugo backed away a bit, a scowl on his face- not that he didn't ever have an angry look. He let go of the executive's clothes, before huffing and walking away in silence. 

It was perfect.

"Oh? You're that much of a coward?"

Dazai didn't even have to think- he bolted away as soon as the blond turned around. He laughed, slipping away more than once as the blond tried to catch him. Along the way, they would both destroy the robots, and Dazai would help out other students (if he was far away from Bakugo). 

"Get back here, you bandaged bastard!"

Bakugo roared, anger, pure and simply anger written all over his face. If he were Chuuya, Dazai might have actually smiled, his adorable puppy always was the cutest when angry. Moving to the side, avoiding the boy's stretched out hand, the mafioso jumped onto one of the two pointers and waved down at him.

"You sure are angry for someone wanting to be a hero!" 

"Stop running away!"

"Oh! Aren't we playing a nice game of tag?"

With a press of a large red button, the robot went down, blocking Bakugo from getting to his target of rage. It gave the brunet the perfect opportunity to prance off, ignoring the bellows of the blond. 

"Dammit!"

He wondered what the teachers were thinking, seeing the two teenagers running around and chasing each other. What did Aizawa think? What was Chuuya doing? 

"Hm... Maybe I should have considered the bet a little more." 

Oh well, he's sure Chuuya would fail and he'd have to hack into the school someway to let him in. He snickered, Oh, my chibi would be so angry.

Continuing on, Dazai went around helping more children, racking up more rescue points than villains points. He made sure to smile and push them off to either hide or take a break, knowing that the teachers watching would marvel at his heroic deeds. How foolish.

After a little while, the test came to an end, and Dazai could finally see Chuuya again- not that he would tell the ginger he missed him. Leaving the exam site, Dazai walked over to the bus, making sure to hide himself as Bakugo looked around in annoyance. The blond would definitely cause a scene if Dazai showed his face so soon. He's just wait till they were in class. Or when he gets off the bus and reunites with Chuuya. 

Throughout the entire ride back to the main building, Dazai kept his head down, ignoring the looks the boy next to him threw. His red eyes danced around Dazai's face, concern taking over whenever they passed by the delicately placed bandage over his eye. For a moment, Dazai thought he would say anything to him, an insult, a question, a worry; the boy didn't utter a word. It was getting irritating, but what could he do? He wasn't back in Yokohama, where he could just stab his eye and go on with his day. 

No, he was in the outside world, where if he did that, he'd surely be locked away. 

Not that they wouldn't lock him away in Yokohama either. 

Point is- Dazai rushed out the bus, not giving the boy a chance to speak when the vehicle stopped. He could see Chuuya a few feet away, his eyes avoiding staring at the girl in front of him. It made Dazai pause in his steps. A girl was speaking with Chuuya. 

A girl was with Chuuya.

Chuuya and a girl.

Girl.

A disgusting feeling swelled up in the dark eyes boy's chest, burning his insides- clawing at his rib cage. Seeing the small girl speaking to Chuuya filled him with a great pain, one he had whenever a client would take particular interest in the ginger. 

The girl smiled up at the Chuuya and all he did was nod. 

Dazai's eye looked away, not wanting to see whatever would happen next. He couldn't- because if he did, it would make him feel awkward around Chuuya. He didn't want that- he would never want to feel uncomfortable around the gravity user.

"Thank you so much again, Nakahara-kun!"

He could hear the cheerful girl. Her voice was cute, probably more pleasing to the ear than his own voice. Chuuya's response was quiet, he couldn't make out what was said- and then-

"There you are, you fucking bastard!"

Oh. He had completely forgotten about Bakugo. 

Turning around, he was met with a fist coming at him, which he dodged. Bakugo seethed, his brows furrowed so deep, the suicidal teen thought they would fall off. His eyes burned with hatred, not caring if the other students watched with bated breath. In all honesty, Dazai didn't care much either, but he could use this to his advantage. 

"Harassing me isn't going to get you anywhere, Bakugo."

"Shut up! I'm tired of your games!"

He went for another swing, only this time, Dazai was ready to take it. If he laid a hand on him, he could press charges! It was a fun way to ruin someone's life, who was looking to be a hero. As he waited for the boy's fist to make it's way to his face, a flash of red flashed in the corner of his eye. 

Bakugo didn't even get the chance to graze him. He went flying back, Chuuya's angered face that twisted into a small hostile look, being what appeared next. 

"If you lay a hand on him, you're looking for more trouble than you could handle."

Chuuya stood tall, as tall as he could get, his fierce blue eyes staring down at the blond who was wiping the blood off his nose. It was the same look Chuuya gave the new recruits whenever they would act out of line if Dazai wasn't there. 

It was the look of a Port Mafia member.

The other half of Double Black.

"You don't learn do you, jackass? I thought the punch last time did the job." Chuuya huffed, standing in front of Dazai as he usually would. He could tell the small boy was ready to fight it out if the blond continued- so Dazai placed a hand on his shoulder to nullify his ability. 

"Chuuya."

"Fuck off, shorty!" Chuuya almost killed him- he swore! "This is between me and that lanky son of a bitch!"

The ginger bit back, "Like hell it is!"

"What are you, huh!? His boyfriend? He can't defend himself? Is that what this is? You some kind of knight in shining armor?"

Bakugo spoke, getting back up. Chuuya growled, a bad sign, because it meant he was seriously getting pissed off, and quite frankly, so was Dazai. 

"Even if we were boyfriends, he doesn't need protecting from someone like you." Chuuya said. 

"I'm just standing in the way so that you don't regret ever meeting him."

For anyone who knew, Dazai was sure they wouldn't have even dared pick a fight with him. And seeing as how Bakugo didn't seem to back down, Chuuya knew that he would get tired of playing around and cause the boy an accident. So before he could do anything he'd make Mori angry about, Chuuya supposed he could help him out this once. 

Dazai turned around as Bakugo kept talking, already over his games. If Chuuya could handle it, Dazai would let him. In turning, he locked eye with the pretty girl who brought forth the nasty feeling in the pit of his chest. She was frowing, her thick brows furrowed and eyes swirling with concern- for who? He wouldn't know. 

He ignored the look she placed on her face in favor of finally calling Chuuya off, "Chuuya, come on."

The ginger listened, huffing one last time before turning around and walking his way. His ability once again activating and keeping Bakugo down until they were out of the vicinity and away from prying eyes. But Dazai could still feel her gaze as the two teenagers left through the gates- her intense and sharp eyes- how he wanted to turn around and turn them away from him.

Just feeling her large orbs on him was enough to make him want to spill whatever small amount of food he had in his stomach. 

That girl, she was dangerous to him. She was... going to be difficult to be around now, because surely, someone with a gravity quirk would get into UA. Especially someone who shined as brightly as her- as someone who smiled so purely. 

Unlike the way his Chuuya shimmered. 

Because Chuuya shined the brightest out of everyone; his beauty, his voice, his actions- his beautiful smile, one which Dazai had dug so hard to see. He couldn't help but feel as if Chuuya was an even greater star than that girl, because Chuuya? 

Chuuya was the twinkling star that he managed to wish for. 

"You okay?" He was so kind to someone who didn't deserve it. "Dazai."

The bandaged boy turned, a small smile, a genuine smile, on his lips. Though his eye screamed of unshed tears- he looked as if he were about to cry. Why? 

Chuuya blinked, but Dazai didn't say a word and kept walked off. 

He couldn't tell Chuuya what was wrong. 

Not this time.

And maybe, he never might, if this mission was going to go where it was supposed to.

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The weeks passed, and finally, it was time for their letters to arrive back. Dazai went back to normal after Chuuya had made cooked crab, so really, there wasn't much to worry about. Well.... apart from the bet. 

So, that Friday morning, as Chuuya was walking back into their building from his run, his hands immediately grabbed the letters from their mail box and headed upstairs. Their names were written on the front, in bold kanji. He could feel his nervousness swallow him- though he didn't show it. Dammit it all if Dazai noticed he was nervous.

"Hey, you slimy fish! The letters are here! Get up!" Chuuya yelled out as soon as he walked into their shared apartment. He could hear Dazai groan, before there was a thud and a few whines. 

"Chuuyaaaa!" 

The ginger snickered, walking to the kitchen and setting the letters down. 

"Hurry up!"

"I hit my head! It hurts!"

"Not my problem!" 

Dazai's mouth was set into a pout as he walked out of the room, "You're such a mean doggy."

"Fuck you."

"Oh my, this early? I-" He was knocked down, Chuuya having thrown the cutting board at his face. 

"SHUT UP, YOU PERVERT!" 

Poor Aizawa was probably crying from the noise. 

After Dazai stood back up and sat on one of the chairs, the two grabbed their respective letters and opened them. 

For a moment, they stared down at the little disk in their hands, before Dazai poked it and it lit up. They both blinked as their neighbor appeared on the hologram and began to speak.

"Dazai, you passed. I'm not going to get into more details than I have to. You passed the written exam with a perfect score, well done."

The bastard had the balls to smirk down at the ginger next to him.

"You managed to get 25 villain points, which isn't enough to pass," He paused. "Fortunately, you don't need to worry about that, kid. We're a hero school, rescuing is a must. Because of your actions, you also managed to get the hidden points; 45 villain points. That puts you in fourth place."

Chuuya made a face.

"Congratulations, Dazai Osamu. Welcome to your Hero Academia."

"That was cringey, should I go make fun of Aizawa for saying that?"

"You're such an ass, you know that?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes, looking over at his own letter. "You passed, now let's see who wins the bet."

"Of course, I did! I always win, Chuu-ya~!"

"Heyyy! Congratulations little man! I'm here to tell you, welcome to your Hero Academia, Nakahara Chuuya! Not only did you earn 67 villain points, you earned 20 of our hidden points! That places you at first place!"

"Heh."

"Show off."

"For your written test, you earned a solid 80 out of 100!" 

Dazai let out a screech while Chuuya let out a loud and happy 'fuck yeah!'. The ginger laughed, looking over at the brunet, who was already on his phone to call Mori.

"I won the bet, mackerel!"

"You cheated! You cheated! You cheated!" He whined. "There's no way you passed with an 80!"

"Are you calling me stupid!?"

"Of course I am!"

Mori, who was, unfortunately on the other line of the phone, grimaced, hearing the two bicker. Elise laughed, hearing Chuuya call Dazai out on his loss. She turned to Mori, her eyes twinkling in mischief.

"I have the perfect dress for him."

"I'm sure you do, Elise."

"YOU'RE A BAD DOG! BAD! OW! CHUUYA?! DID YOU JUST BARK AT ME!?"

"HELL NO! GET OVER HERE! WE'RE DOING THE DAMN BET!"

"...Maybe we should leave them be."

"I guess."

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"I feel stupid."

"Give up a twirl, Dazai-chan!" 

"Smile already! You look adorable, Dazai!"

Dazai stood in a frilly, bright pink dress, that was far too exact for his body type. His dull eye looked at Chuuya with dislike, his teeth clenching in irritation.

"No."

"Twirl, Dazai!"

"No!" His face flushed red, "No! I'm not going to twirl!"

Elise gave a small frown, "I said twirl."

Dammit, he couldn't get out of that one. With a heavy and reluctant sigh, he did as told. The dress twirled around his legs, the pretty frills dancing as he turned back around to look at them. The heels he had on were tight against his feet and they were too bright for him to look at. The bow in his hair was too big, not to mention it was a hideous color against his skin. 

"My, what do we have here?"

Chuuya's boisterous laugh echoed through the room as Kouyou walked in, her eyes not leaving Dazai's form. She blinked, bewildered at the outfit, or that he had it on. Her mouth was agape, not that he blamed her. 

"You look fucking stupid!" Chuuya wouldn't stop laughing. "Give his a heart!"

"You menace!" He gave them a heart. 

Kouyou immediately brought her arm up to her mouth, her sleeve hiding the smile playing on her lips. The amusement in her eyes went over to Chuuya, who was now on the floor, his phone next to him. 

"I can't breathe! I'm gonna die!" His laughter only got louder. 

Behind him, Mori chuckled, his own phone out and snapping pictures. He smiled when Dazai's murderous glare turned to him. 

"Mori."

"Yes, Dazai-chan?"

"Ugh!" He ripped the bow out of his hair. "I'm not doing this anymore! It was supposed to be Chuuya wearing this! Not me!"

"You lost, Dazai."

"I know that!" He pouted, ignoring how Elise was asking Chuuya if he was alright. "I just didn't think I would!"

"Dazai-san?"

Oh no. 

Oh, god, no. 

Dazai turned around, his eyes landing on the two children looking at him as if he were crazy. The siblings looked away as soon as his eye landed on them, before they scurried away, the oldest quietly telling the youngest to run.

"Don't look back, Gin."

"Why was he in a dress?"

"Gin! Akutagawa!"

Chuuya was crying by now.

Dazai was never going to hear the end of it now. 

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"Ah, you two are the ones who weren't in uniform! Now you're not even wearing it correctly!?"

Chuuya was going to kill him. Dazai looked close to doing it too. 

"Could you back off, please? It's too early for you to be scolding me. Chuuya already did that."

"You didn't get up, not my fault."

"That bump on my head is."

"Oh cry about it, you big baby."

They ignored the boy who was clearly getting exasperated just by looking at them. The others in the class watched as they walked to their seats, numbers 21 and 22, all the way in the back. Chuuya sat next to the window, which Dazai obviously complained about. 

"Whoa... they ignored him."

"Totally ignored."

"Why's he covered in bandages?"

"Is he injured?" 

"What's up with the chocker and gloves?"

"You two! It's incredibly rude to ignore someone!"

Chuuya turned his head slightly, raising a thin brow. He frowned, "Ha? Why would we listen to someone who isn't our teacher?"

"Wha-!? I'm certain our teacher will dress code you as well!"

"Yeah? Then let them do it."

Dazai whined, pulling at Chuuya's blazer. 

"My head hurts, Chibi. You hit me too hard."

Their classmates gaped as they kept ignoring the boy. It wasn't until a blond walked into the room that he walked away to go bother him. Meanwhile, Dazai and Chuuya blinked when a familiar boy walked in. 

Their target.

Midoriya Izuku.

Ah, they were going to have fun with this one.

One step closer to getting back their property.

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Midoriya Izuku was in front of them. His emerald eyes looked between the two yelling teenagers in the front, completely ignorant of the two teenagers in the back. His body language screamed 'terrified', though he still took a step closer into the classroom. 

Dazai would have laughed if he weren't surrounded by people he didn't know. The boy, to him, looked like a tiny rabbit walking into a pack of wolves. It was amusing how much he shook- to the point where he would jump if touched. Dazai wanted to badly see that more, to see his expression when he learned that his, oh-so-powerful All Might was going to get killed and he would have to serve the Port Mafia. There was no doubt about it; He would be heart broken and filled with resentment. 

It was almost perfect.

All Might really chose a good one. A boy born with no quirk, bullied his whole life for it, possessing strong feelings of justice and love for heroes. Too bad that boy was going to have to learn who he got his quirk from and how much his life would matter now. 

As the green haired boy walked into the classroom, everyone's attention to turned to him, making his freeze in his spot. One of the two yelling teens instantly broke off from the argument and hightailed it in front of the boy.

Their conversation wasn't anything special- Iida, as he introduced himself, apologizing to Midoriya; Midoriya getting nervous; then the two getting interrupted by the very girl Dazai was envious of. 

"It's you!"

Midoriya became red in the face, shielding his blush in an awkward way. Chuuya snickered softly, though Dazai still heard it. 

The three continued their conversation, not aware of the adult approaching them. Upon sensing the man, Chuuya and Dazai stopped speaking, their eyes going to their teacher, who was in the process of lying down on the floor, inside his bright ass yellow sleeping bag. 

Chuuya looked as if he wanted to shield his eyes, and honestly? So did Dazai. That was a horrible color for Aizawa, and he would let him know. 

As the three in the front continued to converse, Aizawa was shuffling in the sleeping bag, pulling out a jelly pouch, the ones that Dazai was sure tasted awful. He stared up at the three noisy teenagers, waiting to be noticed. 

Chuuya, who was getting tired of their talking, spoke up, loud and clear, startling a few in their chairs.

"Are you three going to continue talking? Or are you going to let the teacher finally introduce himself?"

Dazai smiled, waving over at Aizawa, who decided that now would be the time to leave his comfortable spot. The man rose, making the three at the front freeze in confusion.

"Huh?" The cute girl blinked. "Teacher...?"

"Of course, who else would he be?" Dazai commented, his smile widening when Aizawa nodded back at him. "Mr. Aizawa, you should have said something, too!"

"Dazai, Nakahara, you were the only ones who noticed I was here. The rest of you, it took eight seconds to shut up."

Oooh, strict, exactly how Dazai would have imagined it. Aizawa was sort of like Hirotsu, a tired man looking for some peace and quiet. Too bad both never got what they wanted. That was exactly what was written on the adult's face as he stuck his hand into her jacket and pulled out a folded p. e. uniform. 

He held it up in the air for all to see, his tired and red eyes sweeping through them all before closing.

"Put these on and meet me outside."

Ah...

They had to get dressed in front of each other this soon? How vexing, Dazai mentally irked. At least Chuuya being there would lessen the questions- no, Chuuya being there would just bring more questions than he needed or wanted. 

With the amount of bandages on Dazai's body, combined with Chuuya's scars, they would most likely end up in the counseling office by the end of the day. 

Great.

Just what he needed.

Dazai put on a face as he approached the door to the classroom. Chuuya was pulling him along, his face showing how uncomfortable he was with the idea as well. And it wasn't as if they could get changed outside of the dressing room- he just hoped they had little private stalls in case. 

"Go to the ones in the corner." Chuuya pushed him in, making sure to stay on his blind side as they passed the boys who were filling in the room. "Wear the jacket with it."

Dazai glanced over as he stopped at the locker farthest away and in the corner. Chuuya was next to him, his eyes staring at his hands as they unbuttoned his shirt. They moved down, which is where Dazai looked away and started to undo his own clothing. As he did as instructed, the prodigy could hear whispers from the other boys, making him turn slightly. 

They were staring at the two, mainly at Chuuya. 

Their eyes burned into their skins- it was uncomfortable, and he wanted to move. The staring, heavy and clearly obvious, made him wish he were back in the dark room of his shipping container. 

"You all have a fucking staring problem or something?" Chuuya's voice deepened, his raspy voice making a few of the guys tense and look away. 

His hand moved the door to Dazai's locker at an angle, making it so that eyes weren't staring at the boy who was standing still and almost as if he were dead. 

"Please refrain from using such language! As students of U.A-"

"Oh fuck off already, would you? You're annoying." Chuuya rolled his eyes and slammed his locker closed, motioning slightly to Dazai to hurry. 

And that was what he did. 

Using the distraction, Dazai got dressed, making sure to tighten his bandages in case whatever cut he had opened while he was doing this stupid exam. Once he was done, he closed his own locker and tugged at Chuuya's hand. 

"Let's go."

Chuuya said nothing and simply nodded. He walked first, placing himself where he usually stood- right next to Dazai. The two walked out of the room, hearing the small whispers start once they were out of the room. 

Good to know that his classmates were going to be rude and nosy little twerps. 

Annoying, Dazai thought in his head, extremely annoying.

Though, he could use this. If Midoriya saw a few more times, he could slowly start to try to get the boy to break. If what Chuuya and Dazai saw that day on the street was truly (of course it was) correct, the successor would have no choice but to listen to the two. In other's eyes, the two Yokohama boys only hd those scars and bandages because of abuse. 

That was how Dazai would paint the picture. A perfectly crafted picture that no one would rip until he and Chuuya burned their society to the ground from the inside out- starting with the naive and stupid boy, Midoriya Izuku. 

Taking his mind off that for a while, he finally looked down at his hand, which was connected to his short companion's own smaller one. Chuuya was leading them outside where Aizawa had told them to go to, not peeping a word as they held hands. Nothing too strange, but whenever they held hands, Dazai always felt his cold and empty heart turn warm.

Chuuya's hands were soft, compared to his own. They were pretty, too, similar to a female's, but that must be because Kouyou makes the ginger take proper care of himself. (Or because Kouyou might drag Chuuya into doing beauty nights as bonding, not that Dazai needed to know that, yet) His hand wrapped softly against Dazai's own, squeezing tightly whenever they turned a corner. If Dazai had to choose, he would one hundred percent choose Chuuya's hands over the hands of any female that he had ever entranced. 

"Hey, zip up your jacket all the way and roll down your sleeves." His small dog glanced back at him, his vibrant eyes shooting towards the slightly opened clothes. "Those jackasses may have not had time to say anything in the locker room, but they'll say plenty outside."

The taller boy hummed, using his free hand to do as told. Funny, Chuuya was the only one, besides Hirotsu and Mori, who he would willingly listen to. As he finished, the breeze of air hit him softly, making him realize how long they had been walking. 

"Oh, we're outside." He blinked, "I didn't even notice." 

He did, but being with Chuuya made him drop his guard a bit.

Aizawa and them were the only ones outside, showing just how slow their classmates really were. It showed on the man's face, just how annoyed he was that only two students were ready. He sighed, walking up to the two and finally having a conversation after a few days. 

"I trust you two have been okay?" His soft eyes looked both of them up and down- though they lingered on Dazai's neck, where the bandages peaked out a bit through his jacket. "Did anyone give you more trouble in the locker room?"

Being worried about by an adult was weird, but not unwelcomed, especially if this was someone they needed to fool. Chuuya seemed to share the same thoughts because he blinked in surprise and slowly turned to look up at Dazai. 

"Uh... not really...?" He sighed, "They just... don't know how to stop staring or how to mind their own business."

"Yeah, it's kinda annoying, Mr. Aizawa!" Dazai pouted, "I don't like other people staring at Chuuya's curves!"

"You BASTARD!" 

Chuuya got him this time. Aizawa only sighed as Chuuya's face turned red, his fist and legs attacking the poor lanky boy, who in turn used his arms to shield his face. 

"STOP SAYING I HAVE CURVES!"

"Hey."

"BUT YOU DO! THERE'S NOTHING YOU COULD DO TO DENY IT! KOUYOU ALREADY SAID IT TOO!"

"Both of you-"

"WHAT!?"

This is what the rest of the students walked into, two bickering boys and an exasperated teacher. Though, if you looked hard enough, you would see said teacher give them a fond smile. 

Though most didn't, which was why the loud child with glasses began to reprimand them. 

"Why are you fighting in front of the teacher!? Have you no shame?"

Dazai pouted, wincing once more as Chuuya knocked his fist against his shoulder, tired of using him as a punching bag. He looked up, his lips curving into a smile. 

"Not really."

"Plenty of people have seen us like this, we're past having shame."

Chuuya huffed, finally keeping his hands to himself, though the thought still circled in his mind- Do I really have curves? He looked down at his hips, No... right?. (He did. Deep down, he knew he did look more feminine than most his age, especially with his body proportions. He was small dammit, not that he would ever admit that to Dazai.) Perhaps that was why Kouyou had been hesitant in having him around so many male members of the Mafia. Not that it mattered, he would kill them before they got to touch him.

With a huff, he crossed his arms and pulled Dazai away from the blue haired boy, avoiding getting into another argument. Aizawa hadn't said anything so far, which was good, but if that kid didn't keep his mouth shut, they were going to have bigger problems than Aizawa. 

So, to avoid getting caught so quick, he controlled his anger this once. Who knows how many he would kill if he didn't. 

"You're lucky, you bastard." He whispered under his breathe as the two walked past the boy, "Next time, you won't be so lucky." (🤭)

Iida bristled, his face contorting into one of disbelief and outrage. It made Dazai chuckle, but it also served to show just how much they cared. Chuuya would much rather sit in a room with Mori and Elise for an hour than have decent talk with this guy. He had a stick up his ass, that was for sure. He seemed like the type to believe in heroes, one-hundred percent. Well, all the kids seemed like the type, but this dude... he was definitely from a hero family. 

"Right. Nakahara, you scored first place in the entrance exam." Fucking Aizawa, calling him out like that. He turned to give the teacher an unamused look, not that the man cared. There were whispers behind him, and he swore someone commented on his damn height! "What was your farthest ball toss in junior high?"

Fuck if he knew- and he was sure Aizawa knew he was "homeschooled". Maybe not, seeing as the man was expecting an answer. 

With a disgruntled sigh, Chuuya crossed his arms over his chest.

"I was homeschooled till now. Don't know."

A few looked surprised, while a few others looked at him with sad looks. Why? He hated the concept of school already, and today was his actual first day of school- ever. Dazai hummed behind him and raised his brow.

"Weird... he didn't know?"

"...Right, my bad." Aizawa sighed, "Alright, just... stand in the circle and throw the ball, without your quirk."

He tossed the baseball towards to the ginger, moving out of the way to let him stand in the marked spot. For a moment, he debated whether or not he wanted to tone down his physical strength... no. 

"Here goes, I guess..."

He threw it and wow. Everyone screamed, the wing picking up. Had it been another teacher, they would have scolded him, thinking he had activited his ability, but this was Aizawa. He already knew what his ability was- gravity. 

"1609.344 METERS?!"

The class screamed, making Aizawa, Dazai, and Chuuya cringe. He shrugged and looked back at Aizawa, his brow raised. 

"What now?"

"...Damn brats..." He grumbled, "Throw it with your quirk now."

He did as told, letting the red cover the ball before he brought his hand back and then frontwards. It went off like a bullet, going high into the sky. Chuuya was still glowing red, and after a few seconds, he deactivated his ability. 

"Chuuyaaa, you overdid it!" Dazai whined as the score appeared on the machine. 

Infinity. 

He scored infinity.

And now, Aizawa looked like he had an even bigger headache. 

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"Nakahara-san! What's your quirk?! How does it work? Is it activated by touch? How limited is it? What are your drawbacks? Can you use it on multiple things? Can you use it on people? How about-"

"Shut up!" Chuuya scowled at the boy. "Shut up! My quirk is off limits to you and your notebook! Don't ask me again, you twerp!"

While, yes, he could have been a bit nicer, Midoriya had no clue how dangerous that little notebook of his really was. He would have to be suicidal to ever let his information end up on paper for anyone to see. It seemed Dazai was also bothered by this, as he hummed and placed a hand below his chin, a teasing tone leaving his lips, but a dangerous glint in his uncovered eye. 

"Hey, you should really ask for permission before writing anything down in there." He turned to Chuuya, "What if it ends up in the wrong hands someday?"

And because Dazai was an asshole, who basked in the pleasure of other's discomfort, he smiled. It made Chuuya grumble, already too tired to deal with any stunt his partner might pull. 

"Who's to blame there, huh?"

"Dazai." Mr. Aizawa frowned at the boy before turning to Midoriya, "And while I don't appreciate you scaring him, he has a point, Midoriya."

Embarrassed to be called out, the boy seemed to curl up, notebook going back into his jacket. Dazai hummed in content, his eye going back to Chuuya, who was walking towards them. He huffed, avoiding the gazes of their classmates. 

"...Alright, moving on," The tired man shook his head. "While a bit excessive, Nakahara's score is excellent."

He smiled, creepily, nothing compared to how Dazai smiles. Aizawa's smile was more boxed, and it made both mafiosos shiver at the sight. Dazai opened his mouth to comment on it, only to be shoved by Chuuya, who knew exactly what he was going to say.

A few looked over at the two, more confused as to why they looked scared of Aizawa's smile, than why they were arguing now. 

"This looks so fun...!" A few more whispered- and right then and there, did Dazai and Chuuya know they were all screwed. An irritated look crossed Aizawa's face, followed by a frown. 

For a moment, there was rowdiness of the whispers from their classmates, not noticing how their teacher was staring at them. 

"Fun?" Yeah, screwed. "You think this will be fun?"

Dazai leaned down to whisper into his partner's ear. "Here it comes."

"Alright," Chuuya leaned away. "since you think this is a game, the person to place in last, will be expelled."

Aizawa, who was now glaring at the students, took one step closer, making everyone else back away. Dazai blinked, watching as Midoriya paled, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. And while, yes, it would be funny to see the boy fail, Dazai couldn't allow that, yet. Not that he himself would try to place last, but he needed to get Midoriya to prove himself to Aizawa. 

Chuuya chuckled beside him, eyes shining in pure amusement. 

"This is going to be easy."

"Of course you would say that, Hatrack." 

Dazai moved away as soon as he saw Chuuya's fist heading his way. He managed to see Aizawa roll his eyes, not that he cared, especially seeing how Iida looked close to having an aneurism. The teenagers around them ignored them in favor of bombarding their teacher with complaints. Some asked why he was implementing this rule, while some were complaining that he couldn't do so. 

"But that's not fair!" Uraraka, who was a few feet away from the mafia duo, cried out in disbelief. She frowned, her cheeks turning a light shade of red when she realized how loud she had been. "You can't expel us on the first day!"

A few of the other students took this as their time to also say their peace, not that it was helping them. In the eyes of the students, Dazai had no doubt that Aizawa was an anomaly to them- someone who would be so cruel as to take their chance at becoming heroes because of some test? They couldn't think of a worse reason to do so, which is why Dazai thought it was perfect. 

He blinked, (Chuuya always asked if it were considered blinking or winking, because he only ever showed one eye) looking at the expression that Aizawa honed. Only a few saw it, the more quiet of the class. The man was frowning as the noise got louder and louder and louder and-

"Fair?" Oh. 

"You think the world is going to be fair to you just because your kids?" Eraserhead laughed. "You might have a better chance working at Micky D's than becoming a hero if you think the world is fair."

Fair, a word not used much in Yokohama. To have a fair life, would mean something much different to the two killers than to these students and even Aizawa. Fair would be having a world where Chuuya's friends would still be alive or where he would still feel human. Fair would be a world where Dazai would keep his own wants, never to loose them again. 

But the world isn't fair. It's cruel and dark, beautiful and serene- it's a shade of gray that lets people like them flourish. A gray area that Yokohama had come to be- because the world isn't fair. 

But these kids, even in their most hardships, would never know what fair is or isn't. Because that was just how the world was. They were- are- fundamentally different in that sense. They've lived their lives without blood on their hands, violence, loss, starvation, death. 

Chuuya's pretty face began to show a scow, his pretty eyes (Dazai could stare at them for hours) darkening at the girl's sentence. His fists clenched, and Dazai was sure he was thinking about the incident from a few months ago. His legs moved and his mouth opened, but his words were stuck in his throat. Dazai was sure if he could, Chuuya  would've took a swing of his wine and called it a day. 

Dazai himself felt a deep hatred for her small words. They shouldn't have meant anything to him. But... 

"You are the witness to this fact. Understood?"

A single red eye, wide and dull stared back at the crazed expression on the man's face. The blood dripping from his face landed on his white coat, one that the young boy has been so accustomed to seeing pure- clean- stainless. His eye followed the blood to the body on the bed- the one of the old man who was going crazy. His eyes were wide, not that he could close them now. 

It was a shame, really. He got the death that Dazai oh-so- craved. Though, maybe not the way he would have wanted it. The old man's mistake was trusting a man- a demon- like Mori. It made Dazai think. 

Should he really trust Mori, too. Would Mori really give him the opportunity to die? Would he take back his word and make him work for his death? He sure hoped not. 

Aizawa was speaking now. 

"Alright, let's continue. I hope you all give it your all." 

A hand grabbed him and he tensed. 

"You're breathing hard." Chuuya's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Calm down."

He looked down, seeing Chuuya's brows furrow slightly. The light freckles on his face was all Dazai could focus on as he tried to calm down his beating heart. The rest of the class was walking away, following Aizawa, leaving the two Port Mafia members in silence. Chuuya's hold on his arm tightened.

"We... We can't think about Aizawa's words right now." The ginger frowned, his eyes burning in hatred. "It's not time... It- It's not something we can afford to do."

Chuuya was right, and Dazai knew this. 

If the world were fair, they would have probably never have been sent here. 

If the world were fair, Mori would have ignored the damn contract between the Port Mafia and One for All users and sent in two different people for this damn mission. 

If the world were fair, these people would never loose their number one hero.

If the world were fair, they wouldn't have to kill All Might and leave these people to live peacefully.

But there was nothing that could change their decision now. The effects of the contract would soon start to slowly kill All Might and Midoriya, and they would fall straight into the hands of Double Black. The world would be unfair to those who thought they could get away from the Port Mafia. 

And the heroes would pay at Dazai's hands for the pain they cause his dog. 

Not that Chuuya needed to know that now. But if he did, Dazai would he damned sure that they got what they deserved. 

If the world were fair, Double Black would have been kept away from them, away from the very society that damned them. 

"Yeah..." Dazai spoke softly. "I know..." 

His eye darkened, a small red tint appearing. He turned, following after the rest of the class, with Chuuya soon walking with him. 

"We have a job to do." 

Dazai's name was in tenth's place, while Chuuya's name was in 1st, again. The ginger had the nerve to smile up at him (he loved when Chuuya smiled at him). 

"Oh, the expulsion thing was a lie." Aizawa lied to them.

Dazai's stare did nothing to unnerve the man, because he knew full well that what he just said was a damn lie. It was a lie and Dazai was going to call him out on that. 

"Midoriya," He called out to the boy who looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "Go to the old lady to check your injuries. The rest of you, go change and head back to class."

"Mr. Aizawa, you liar!" Dazai's loud ass voice called out, ignoring Chuuya's embarrassment. He pouted, "You would have totally expelled someone! You've done it before!" 

The class watched, most expecting the man to wave him off. 

"I changed my mind, is that so bad?" 

HE WASN'T DENYING IT? 

Dazai wanted to say more, but a smell of smoke and caramel(why did it smell sweet?) entered his nose. He turned, catching sight of Bakugo fuming in the back. (still?)

Chuuya took notice of the boy too, his brow raising slightly. By now, Aizawa had taken advantage of the fact that no one was talking to him and slipped away, leaving a group of teenagers unsupervised. Can't really blame him. 

Almost instantly, did their classmates start to come towards the two mafia members, asking Dazai how he knew about the lie. 

"Was he really going to expel him!?" Iida was going to get punched if he didn't back up.

Dazai smile, deciding not to act on his thoughts, "Yep! His last class was expelled, so it's not a surprise." 

In the back, a tall girl with black hair- she looked like little Gin- spoke up, her lips set into a pout. 

"I thought it was a lie, honestly. It's frightening that a teacher has that much reign." 

Chuuya almost rolled his eyes, "Not that surprising seeing as we're in U.A. It's not really a normal school."

A few agreed, not that the two particularly cared. It wasn't until Bakugo began to walk towards them that Chuuya decided to finally call him out.

"What's your problem with us, huh?" His eye twitched. "You've got a crush or something?" 

"Fuck off, tiny! My problem is with that lanky ass mother fucker!" Bakugo pointed at Dazai. 

The brunet frowned, irritation crawling onto his face. Iida frowned as well. 

"Bakugo, please refrain from causing another fight. Don't you think Mr. Aizawa's warning was enough earlier?" 

"Yeah, dude. He hasn't even talked to you, why are you getting so angry?" A red haired boy smiled, trying to alleviate the situation. 

This did nothing as the blond porcupine growled, his quirk activating little by little. 

"Shut up!" He yelled, "That jackass owes me an apology! And that shortass docked me in the face, so he's on thin ice too!" 

"Oh cry me a river." Chuuya rolled his eyes, getting in front of Dazai just in case. "You think we care? You were close to loosing your hero dream, you know?" 

Dazai's lone eye locked with Bakugo's eyes. 

"If he would have used his quirk on you, you'd never want to he a hero again."

That was all it took. It was a small thing, but Chuuya noticed right away as the boy sprang forward, his hand stretched out to attack. In a second, Dazai was behind the blond while Chuuya had him pinned to the floor on his knees. The gravity user didn't even have to activate his ability. 

Dazai's finger touched the boy's neck, and right away, did the explosions stop. The kanji around them startled a few, not that is mattered. Bakugo's shouts went silent almost immediately. 

"Do you like it?" Dazai whispered close to his ear, making sure the others didn't hear. "The feeling of not having a quirk? It's quite different from Mr. Aizawa's, you see." 

He smiled, feeling pleasure in the horror written on Bakugo's face. "My quirk makes it feel like you never had a quirk to begin with, isn't that nice? Would you like it if I could take it away forever?" 

He couldn't do that, but Bakugo didn't know that. 

Bakugo gulped, "What?" 

Chuuya narrowed his eyes, "You learn yet? Don't mess with Dazai, you lunatic."

Dazai let go, and Bakugo moved away in a hurry, his eyes staring at the lanky male with caution. All his signals were ringing- danger, danger, danger, danger- this boy was dangerous. He blinked and looked down at his hands, feeling his quirk, but it felt wrong. The feeling of his quirk leaving his body was frightening and he never wanted to feel that again. 

"Now, we should head back, shouldn't we? I think we've solved our little problem, right Bakugo?"

The blond tensed, frowning and looking away. 

"...Yeah."

Dazai grinned. "Yay! Chuuya! Let's go, I wanna go eat crab!"

"You prick! You're getting something else, you've had enough crab for the week!"

Though some were reluctant to leave the situation as it was, Iida and Uraraka, the rest followed. Bakugo, silent as he was, walked along with the rest, his eyes never leaving the two ability users. 

They were dangerous. 

But he didn't know how much. 

He just wished Dazai never touched him again. The feeling that entered his body when he was surrounded by that blue light was suffocating, almost as if it were burning him. 

"Dammit, Dazai! Get back here!" 

"You can't catch me hatrack!"

From afar, All Might stared, a worried look on his face. Three students fighting already? Should that be a concern? 

How humorous, really. 

The little show the two played worked, because soon, All Might would tell Midoriya a small story to get him to befriend the duo. 

A step closer to getting him into their hands. 

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Maybe... this was a bad idea. Chuuya wasn't quite sure he could interact with this many students in only a few minutes. He could feel the massive stare pointed at the side of his face- one that annoyed him so much! Dazai wasn't helping either, giving into the attention, basking in the words of their new classmates. At some point, they separated from the girls, who went into their side of the changing rooms, while the boys went into their's. 

Chuuya took the opportunity to speed walk it towards his locker, quickly getting out of the stupid uniform and back into their even stupider uniform (it's ugly, okay?). 

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask," Chuuya looked back when he noticed Dazai appear next to him, blocking them from looking at him. "How do you two know Mr. Aizawa?"

He huffed and looked away, going to back to tying his red tie. Dazai could answer their questions, he was done. Done, okay? That was too much social interaction for a day. 

"He's our neighbor! Though... we haven't really seen him for a few months." Dazai laughed softly. "He's an underground hero, you know? By the time he gets home, Chuuya and I are already gone! That brute always wakes me up early to go for a run!"

"The fuck did you just call me?!" Chuuya snapped, his fist punching Dazai's side. 

The taller teen whined, turning around to face him and latching on, his arms wrapping around Chuuya's shoulders. It made the ginger grunt and try to push him off, not that he succeeded. A few laughed, which was odd because, how did they find this funny? Was his suffering amusing to them? He scowled even more, a vein almost popping out of his temple. 

"Let go of me...!" He tried to shove him off, but alas. 

Dazai only cheered a bit as Chuuya finally gave up and continued to change. He grabbed the stuffy blazer and put it on, patting it down to neaten out the slight wrinkles. If he was going to wear this ugly ass uniform, he would wear it good. Kouyou's words rang in his head loudly. 

"Always be elegant. Dress nicely, neat, not like Dazai. Please Chuuya," She had begged, "Please, I mean it. Don't do what Dazai does."

Of course he wouldn't do what that slimy fish would do. 

As he finished, he glanced down at the Dazai, who was pouting and finally starting to let go of him. His bandage was a bit loose from moving around too much, and his hair was even fluffier. 

"Are you done now?" 

"Yes."

Most of the other boys were still changing, some having left already. Now, it was just the two of them speaking in a low whisper. 

"Get changed already. I'll cover."

Dazai nodded solemnly, moving towards his locker and beginning to change. His hands moved quickly, but not quick enough as Chuuya had to move the locker a bit when Kaminari and Kirishima turned to them. They looked a bit startled to see Chuuya already looking at them, but didn't seem bothered. 

"I really like the accessories, dude!" Kaminari pointed towards the collar on Chuuya's neck. "Make you look even cooler!"

He huffed, eyes glancing at Dazai, who was finishing up before looking back at them. He closed the locker, knowing that Dazai's body was finally covered. 

"Thanks." 

"It's nice, right?" His partner's obnoxious voice was teasing, "A perfect collar for a feisty dog!"

"You-!" 

Dazai closed his locker, the false smile on his lips making Chuuya internally gag. He gave a thumbs up and started to move.

"We should probably head back to class before Iida comes in here and drags us out." 

Chuuya rolled his eyes and began to move, pushing Kaminari and Kirishima towards the door. The red headed boy laughed a bit.

“Man, you guys really don't like Iida, don’t you?”

“No.”

“Nope!”

The two mafiosos responded, Chuuya with a more aggressive tone. It made Kaminari laugh as well, his head going back as he walked out the door. He held it open, getting a thanks from the rest of them. They continued to converse as they walked back to class, taking their time regardless of what Iida might think. 

The two bright hair colored boys were alright, Chuuya thought. They seemed fine, for right now, but they were training to be heroes. In their hearts, they would always be tainted with the same kinds of nonsense that the rest of this society was tainted with. Once they learned who they were, what they were here to do, they would look at them with the same hatred in the eyes as many others look at villains with. 

Chuuya wasn’t going to think about it much though. He was tired of having to think about this side of Japan. He’ll just leave it for later, or for Dazai. Maybe they could corrupt some of these hero students through their mission? That sounded fun, at least to him. He wasn’t so sure Dazai would be excited about it…. No. Chuuya grimaced, That ass would definitely like that.

 As they walked closer to the classroom, they could hear Iida’s loud ass voice leaving the small open space of the door. 

“You will apologize to her this instant! I won’t tell you again!”

“Oh, come on, Iida! You’re making the situation bigger than it needs to be.”

“Noisy.”

“Loud.”

Chuuya and Dazai both groaned, the taller of the two whining a bit. 

“He’s louder than you, Chuuya.”

“Shut up.”

Kirishima sweat-dropped, his mouth twisting into an hesitant smile. “You guys really don’t like him.”

“No.” Chuuya moved, walking into the classroom to see what the problem was now. 

Dazai followed after, his mouth set into a pout. The two remaining boys looked at each other and shrugged before following after Dazai. 

“The situation is big! How could you possibly think it’s okay to do that!?”

“What? It’s natural! Besides, she didn’t complain!”

Chuuya stopped. Hm? Is this what he thought it was?

“She didn’t complain about anything! Why’d you have to make it such a big fuss!?”

That confirmed his suspicions.

A tall girl with black hair pulled into a ponytail frowned, her onyx eyes looking at the ground. She was rubbing her arm, body language screaming uncomfortable. She was surrounded by the other girls, who were throwing dirty looks at the small boy who was pointing at her. 

Chuuya’s first instinct was to act. He stalked forward, hands leaving his pants pocket, where he had them, in order to pick the small boy up by his collar. There were screams and shouts of worry, though no one tried to stop him from whatever he was about to do. 

“You wanna repeat that, you little piece of shit?” His voice deepened, brows deeply furrowed. “You think this is a light situation?”

“Let… go!” Mineta cried out, trying to leave Chuuya’s iron grip. “Get… your hands… off me..!”

Dazai moved over to where the girls were at, his frown visible. He stood in front of the tall girl, blocking her from seeing the vile boy. 

“You know, perverts like you are the reason why girls don’t trust guys.” Dazai spoke, his voice soft and calm. He smiled, “You should tell him what happens to perverts in the slums, Chuuya.”

The ginger growled, his knuckles turning white. 

“You’re lucky, you know?” He held him up higher. “Had this been the slums, you’d be six feet under already.”

A small, beautiful, and young boy, like a tinier Nakahara Chuuya, was like meat to a lot of dirty people. Those who tried to make fools of him or try to get to him were killed in an instant. Those who tried to get the girls of The Sheep were crushed by the weight of gravity without second thought. Chuuya was always clear with this. No one messed with kids that way. No one was allowed to be perverted when their lives were already hell. 

“You’re a little creep. You’re gonna piss off the wrong people one day, you know?” He already had, and Chuuya was going to make sure he’d kill this boy when he was over with this mission. 

“Nakahara-san… Dazai-san… You don’t… It’s fine . Really…”

“No it’s not, Yaoyorozu-chan.” Dazai’s voice deepened and he vaguely saw Bakugo’s body tense. 

The blond could feel his heart pounding rapidly, eyes staring in horror at the look in the lanky boy’s eye.

Danger. Danger. Danger. Danger. Danger. Danger. Danger.Danger.Dangerdangerdangerdangerdanger-

He turned around, hands shaking as Dazai walked silently towards his partner and the pervert. 

“If we don’t correct his behavior now, it’ll only become worse as he grows older.” He sighed, “Such a little vile pest you are.”

Mineta turned red with anger, his hand raising to point at the two boys actively defending the tall girl. 

“Shut up! It’s perfectly natural to be like this! I’m a guy! I bet you get these feelings too! You must get all the girls, huh!? Just looking at you two pisses me off!” 

The tantrum he was throwing was amusing. 

“You’re both attractive! I bet you don’t need to try to get girls, right!? Why does one girl matter to you!?”

“Shut the fuck up, you goddamn grape!” Chuuya snapped. “It doesn’t fucking matter if it’s one girl or not! You don’t fucking do this shit! You don’t ever disrespect a female, you hear me!?”

Kouyou’s girls came to his mind- how some were rescued from vile men, others killing said men who even dared try to approach them. 

“You can’t tell me what to do! Especially not someone like you! ”

“You little-” Chuuya might actually kill him right now. 

A few of the boys got closer, trying to defuse the situation. Kaminari was frowning, eyes giving Mineta a small glare. 

“Dude, what’d you do?”

“He inappropriately touched her! He still needs to apologize!” Iida cut in before Mineta could lie about it. 

Hearing this, Dazai’s expression darkened even more. His dark eye, seeming red and dull, stared into the deepest depths of the purple grape haired boy’s soul. It was unnerving- the way he stared, like a predator stalking his prey from afar.

“Disgusting.” He frowned. “Chuuya, you should break his arms. He can’t use them that way.”

“What!?” There was panic throughout the classroom, and finally- finally , did someone think to get a teacher. 

“Breaking his arms would be too easy.” Chuuya responded. “We should give him to stray dogs. They’ll tear him to bits in a matter of seconds.” 

“Please…! Nakahara-san..! Dazai-san…! Mr. Aizawa will be here any second! Please don’t get in trouble because of me..!”

Dazai’s gaze went to the girl and for a second, she resembled an older version of the tiny girl he had brought into the mafia a few months ago. He pursed his lips and finally, his eyes returned to their original dullness. 

“Let him go.”

Chuuya waited a second longer before throwing the boy to the ground, a sneer on his face. 

“This better not happen again, because next time, I’ll show you how things are done in the streets.”

The boy coughed, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. There was a slight tremble in his body that brought satisfaction to Chuuya’s heart. Good. It’s what the little bastard deserves. The more he cried about being taught a lesson, the more Chuuya had an excuse to kill him at the end of all this. 

“You’re…. crazy…!” Mineta screamed, almost lunging at the ginger had it not been for Shoji, who grabbed him just as he left the floor. “How is it so bad for me, huh!? Why can’t you just let me have one girl, you damned pretty boy!”

“I’m gonna fucking-”

Chuuya’s body began to glow red, the ground around cracking a bit. Dazai was quick to activate ‘No Longer Human’, letting the area around him turn light blue, while he nullified Chuuya’s gravity. He was still semi blocking Yaoyorozu, not that he was really trying to. 

“Nakahara! Mineta! Dazai! What’s going on?”

Damn. Aizawa was here. Guess they couldn’t hurt him anymore. Chuuya immediately backed away, going back to Dazai’s side. He made sure his hands were in his pants pocket when he moved, else they would have actually choked the little weasel. It was a miracle Aizawa was even in the classroom, to be honest. The two ability users assumed he would have been too tired to deal with a fight. 

“It’s only the first day of classes and this is the second time someone is about to get seriously hurt because of a fight!” Aizawa stalked up to them, anger on his face. “What made you think it was alright to hurt your classmate, Nakahara?”

Chuuya huffed, rolling his eyes, ignoring the scandalous gasp that left Iida’s mouth (he was laughing inside). 

“As if you didn’t notice what type of person this little dweeb is, Aizawa.”

“It’s Mr. Aizawa, and that still doesn’t mean you hurt him!” Chuuya didn’t flinch. Not even when Aizawa’s voice grew in volume. No, it wasn’t scary and it wasn’t effective. “Why the hell did you think it was okay to do this?” 

Dazai let out a hum, breaking the man’s focus from Chuuya and onto him. He glanced at the seething Mineta and grinned, though his eye creeped Aizawa out just a tad bit. Behind him, Yaoyorozu was close to tears, guilt written on her face. 

“Why do you think it’s okay for U.A. to accept perverts into their school?” Dazai’s smile widened when Aizawa’s glare darkened. “Just an honest question, sir. Don’t you want to know Chuuya’s side of the story first? Or perhaps you want to hear it from Mineta? After all, he’s the one who caused the whole issue.”

Mineta protested, “He’s lying! I didn’t do anything!”

“ You’re the liar!” Ashido yelled, anger present in her voice. “You’re such a pervert! Mr. Aizawa-”

“Ashido, please…!”

“-Mineta groped Yaoyorzu! Nakahara and Dazai were just standing up for her!”

“Yeah! He’s been bothering her all morning!”

“It’s not fair, Mr. Aizawa! Why can’t we defend ourselves from creeps like him!?”

The girls were starting a riot, one that Aizawa wasn’t ready for. He looked between all the girls- the two students who were about to cause harm to their classmate- and said classmate, who was sitting on a table. A few of the other boys in class were backing up the girls, not that it made it better for him. The louder it got, the more he could feel a migraine kick in. 

Mineta was trying to rebuttal all their claims, but it was all for naught. Finally. 

Finally- did Aizawa break through all the yelling in the classroom and slammed his hands on the desk closest to him. 

“SHUT! UP! ALL OF YOU!”

His quirk activated, red eyes glaring at them all. A few of them flinched, not expecting the sudden increase in volume. For a moment, there was a silence, before a hiccup and sniffles were heard. It was hard to ignore, especially once they grew a bit louder. God, could this get any worse?

“I’m sorry…” Everyone turned to look at the weeping girl, rubbing her eyes to get the tears off her face. “This is my fault. Please don’t punish them, Mr. Aizawa.” 

Yaoyorozu’s form shook, and Aizawa had to blink several times at her words. He could see the way it bothered a lot of his students: her apologizing. A tad bit regretful, Aizawa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“No, I am. Could you just… Could you just tell me what happened, Yaoyorozu?” 

With much hesitation (and really, Aizawa really did regret getting angry at those angry for her, but he was a teacher), she spoke, albeit nervously glancing at Mineta. 

“I was just… standing, speaking. I didn’t see him besides me and when I noticed, it was too late.” She sighed, “His hand was already touching my backside and he just wouldn't… wouldn’t move it. It stayed there too long and when I screamed….”

Aizawa could see Iida’s frown deepen. 

“Iida-san jumped in and started to reprimand him. But honestly, Mr. Aizawa! Dazai-san and Nakahara-san were only fighting because of me!”

“You don’t have to put up with this crap! This little creep started it!” Chuuya defended the female, “So help me- if you don’t punish him, I’ll make sure to take this to higher authority, Aizawa.”

Dazai’s mouth curled into a frown, though he said nothing as his partner’s words. Yaoyorozu sniffled and shook her head. 

“I shouldn’t have made a big deal about it…!”

“Alright. Enough.” Aizawa broke up their conversation, having heard enough. He turned to look at Mineta, who was still giving Chuuya and Dazai dirty looks. His form was still being held by Shoji, though it was no longer shaking. “Mineta. We’ll be talking with the principal about this.”

“But-!”

He then turned to look at his neighbors, ignoring the tiny boy. “And you two are going to write an apology letter for starting violence and instigating a fight.” 

“But-!” The girls began only to be shot down. 

“You still started a fight. There needs to be some type of punishment.”

While it wasn’t ideal, the two nodded, though not happy. At least they weren’t given detention, because how would they explain that to Mori? Oh, I’m sorry, we couldn’t do our mission for today because we got stuck sitting down for a full hour after school? Yeah, no thank you. Mori would have a kick out of it and that wasn’t something they wanted. 

Even though Chuuya thought it was stupid, he would accept it to just end this. Dazai nodded while Chuuya verbally agreed. Aizawa finally seemed to relax his body, though by the crease between his brows, he was still pissed. At double black or Mineta, he didn’t know. (He hoped he was mad at the pervert, though.)

He walked towards Mineta, his frown very, very visible. For a moment, he watched the boy bubbling in madness, accusing the boys who were already punished. He allowed his acts at the moment, seeing his tantrum grow bigger until, at last,  Aizawa shut him up. He grabbed the boy and stood him up, making sure he was on his feet. There was a small pause of the boy’s voice before he blinked in confusion. 

“Mr. Aizawa, are you really going to punish me? I was attacked!”

“You’ll get your punishments when we speak to the Principal. For now, grab your things and follow me.”

Mineta paled, his face instantly flashing with fear. It gave Chuuya a satisfaction that was similar to that he felt when he got Dazai in trouble with Kouyou. Now, all that was missing was the small fight they were for sure going to have with Iida. As their teacher and the student left, Iida turned to them and began to go at it. 

“I can’t believe you two!” Here we go, Chuuya rolled his eyes. Dazai huffed, his mouth going into a frown. “How did you think it was okay to pick a fight with a fellow student?! Are you two out of your minds?!”

“I am.” Dazai whispered and Chuuya had to slap a hand over his mouth when Iida turned bright red in anger. “I’m joking, Iida! We’re sorry , okay?”

Were they? Not really, but Iida was funny to anger, and quick too. And while, yes, they technically shouldn’t have started a fight because they could get in serious trouble from it, it was worth it. If they were going to do this mission, Mineta’s actions would irritate them beyond reason. Now, with Mineta out, they could do their mission in relative peace. 

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it!” Iida kept going, following the two back to their desks. 

Kirishima and Kaminari were following after, worried looks on their faces. 

“Hey, Iida? Come on, man, they were just standing up for Yaoyorozu. You don’t have to be so hard on them.”

“Yes, I do! If they keep picking fights, it would look bad on our class!”

“So we won’t pick fights anymore, simple as that. Now, can you stop bothering us? We have to start those apology letters.”

All that earned was a groan from the tall boy. 

But, at least it got their classmates to leave them alone. If anyone else decided to talk to them as of that moment, Chuuya wasn’t sure what he was going to do. And he was sure Dazai would have made that person’s life hell for at least a week. 

(brooo, i haven’t typed this much in a few years. i used to type like… 10k words per chapter and it used to drain my brain. lolz, okay, back to the chapter)

AT HOME-

“You fucking PIECE OF SHIT! YOU CHEATED! CHEATER!”

“NO I DIDN'T’T! CHUUYA’S A SOUR LOSER!”

“BULLSHIT! GIVE ME MY MONEY BACK! I’M NOT PLAYING THIS WITH A CHEATER !”

“HOW DARE YOU! I WOULDN’T CHEAT AT THIS!”

“Ughhhh.” 

Shouta wanted to bash his head in. After a very long day of classes today, all he wanted to do was go back home and rest. That was all he wanted to do, especially since his hero duties would be on hold for at least three months. The only issue he forgot about were the two little monsters living right next to him. Not only did he have to deal with them at school now, but he had to deal with them all hours of the day he was awake. It made him want to cry. 

“THAT’S IT!”

He heard a soft crash, which just meant it was loud for them. 

“NO NO NO NO! CHUUYA, NOT THE FACE!”

Shouta groaned and buried his head into his pillow, hoping to suffocate and never hear their voices again. 

“YOU BRUTE! AT LEAST KISS IT BETTER!”

“I HIT YOU ON THE FORHEAD!”

“THAT’S WHY! KISS IT BETTER, YOU DOG!”

“I’M GONNA END YOU !”

“SHUT UP, BOTH OF YOU! GO TO SLEEP!”

Back in their apartment, Chuuya was wrestling Dazai for his life. The boy in bandages was trying to get Chuuya’s lips to touch his bruised forehead, and was losing. Chuuya’s face turned red, feeling the lanky boy continue to try and climb on top of him. 

“Will you get off me if I kiss it better?!”

“Yes!”

Dazai pouted, his eye shimmering in happiness, not that Chuuya knew that. He sighed and shoved the boy back, getting a soft ‘oomf’ from the teen. Dazai’s back hit the couch softly, his eye closing for a moment before opening to look at the ginger to reprimand him.

“Hey, what gives-” Oh… 

Well, this was a sight that made Dazai’s stomach do  cartwheels. Chuuya was pouting a soft pink hue on his nose and ears, hat off and hair let down from their small squabble. He was climbing on top of the taller boy, legs trapping one of his, while one of his arms was reached over Dazai’s head, completely trapping  him on the couch. 

“Just one.”

Chuuya’s voice was oddly deep and Dazai could feel his face warm up very slightly. He nodded, feeling shy. 

“Mhm..”

He kept his eye opened while Chuuya closed his eyes and leaned towards Dazai’s forehead. His long pretty lashes hit against his perfect skin, taking Dazai’s breath away. It made him want to wrap Chuuya in bubble wrap and keep him locked up so that nothing bad ever happened to him again. 

Dazai finally closed his eye as Chuuya’s hand moved his hair out of the way of his forehead and placed a soft and gentle kiss on the skin. His lips stayed there for a few seconds before Chuuya moved away, his face burning a little brighter. 

“There.”

FNEWPI- DAZAI.EXE.STOPPED.WORKING. 

‘ I think I have a new favorite medicine.’

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First, I wanna clarify that I am NOT dropping this, even tho it's been a while since i've updated, okay? I have a whole plot to how I want this fic to end and i'm gonna stick to it cause i genuinely liked where it was going.

now, for the main objective to this author's note

i stumbled onto another book that was recently published and while i loved the plot at the beginning, this person then decided to plagiarize my work over SEVERAL chapters. some of the scenes are word for word from a few of the chapters, such as the bet that chuuya and dazai had, the scene where dazai's in a dress, etc. word for word. 

so if you're reading this, because i'm assuming you are, kindly stop fucking copying my hard work. your plot was amazing, until you started copying and pasting my work onto your fic. and if this keeps going, i'll put the link up to let people on here know who's doing this. 

i want to avoid reporting this author because i actually enjoyed their other work, it was extremely well written and original. and now they have a cowriter, who im assuming is the one who started this mess. but who's to say, right? honestly, i wouldn't have caught it had you not literally copied large portions word for word. literally didn't even try to change the text to avoid plagiarism. 

like, how fucking pathetic do you have to be to copy some else's work? and i know i might be harsh, but i wasn't raised as a little bitch to lay down and take it. i'll fight back if i have to. 

plagiarism is fucking stupid, like, be creative, write your own shit. 

and to some point, they obviously had to stop copying my work because i haven't gotten to the villain vs hero team exercises or the USJ event. from then on, the writing was completely different because again, they had no one to copy off of or it was a different author writing. 

my friends and i legit laughed at the situation because wow, i never expected this to happen on ao3. wattpad, i 100% expected, but for it to happen on ao3 of all places? i expected better, honestly. how tf am i going to feel comfortable updated if this person is just going to copy my entire book? 

bruh and i was planning on releasing a few new chapters, but now i just want to wait cause this situation is fucking stupid. hope you're happy. everyone else, im sorry to have to keep you waiting even longer. this asshole just really pissed me off. but again, i'm not dropping this fic, just going on hiatus. 

and to the prick who did caused this, fuck you. 

🥰love- kimi

seriously, fuck you. and i'll be as colorful as i want.

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i was gonna finish a few chapters and publish them, but i guess the ao3 curse is real cause guess who just landed herself in the hospital 🥲 

im like 90% sure i broke my arm 👍🏻

so idk when im gonna be back to normal cause im still here... waiting 😬

my whole body hurts. i fell off a fucking scooter 

EDIT: 

so i had surgery on my arm 🥲 and im gonna need physical therapy cause i can't move it much, so ✌🏻

but fr what the fuck😭 all i did was use a scooter, not even an electric one, just a plain old razor scooter 

and to make things worse😭😭 the pain meds they prescribed me had me high all the fucking time, so i spent it in pain, sleeping, or dazed, but at least im finally off of it 👍🏻 

on a side note, it's extremely difficult to type w only one hand and get my words correct

😃

also, thanks for the get well soons 🥺 

i suck at responding to comments, so sorry if it seems like im ignoring them😔 im not, and they genuinely make me happy, im just awkward 😐

FUNNY STORY(kinda):

so, the day of the surgery, i go in w my mom, right? and im like, okay, they've put me under anesthesia before, so there's no reason to be nervous, so i wasn't.... up to the point where they're rolling me into the operating room and connecting me to the heart monitor that it hits me. and i kid you not😭 you could hear the moment i get nervous cause the heart monitor starts speeding up. so the anesthesiologist comes over to me right? and mf scared me cause he literally said "let's hope nothing happens" AS HS PUTING IN THE ANESTHESIA INTO MY IV

IM LIKE ??????????

I LITERALLY DROPPED WHEN IT HIT ME CAUSE I SAT UP WHEN HE SAID THAT😭 

like, why tf would you say that to someone about to get cut open😭

so after the surgery, when i finally woke up, idk who's fucking idea it was to give me my phone, but wtv

💀i was so fucking drugged that i sent a picture to my group chat of best friends and i didn't notice until HOURS later, when one of them liked the picture and i was like , "when tf did i send that?" 

😭 and then i don't even remember getting dressed again, cause when i got home, i was back in my clothes and the hospital gown. like? i hope it was a female nurse who helped me 😬 

bro i was so out of it, i don't even remember the majority of what happened after the surgery 🤦‍♀️ just the fact that i was nibbling on some salted crackers and sipping a capri sun 

(i could not stomach anything else cause apparently they stuck a tube down my funking throat all the way down to my stomach???)

anyways, POINT IS, im a stupid ass for ever thinking i could use a scooter in public 😥 

i get my stitches out tmr tho 😌 kinda scared 🙂 and then 3-4 months of physical therapy

anywayssss, ✌🏻

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i JUST GOT WELL ENOUGH TO DRIVE BRO😭

FUCKKK

I JUST WANTED TO GO GET FOOD

I LITERALLY NEVER LEAVE MY FUCKING HOUSE

AND SOMEONE REAR ENDS THE CAR IM DRIVING 

😭motherfucker i just wanted food, i was hungry, 

it wasn't even my car, i was driving my mom's car cause she's using mine 🤦‍♀️