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Splayed on his bed, Dazai lay there silently staring at the roof of his shipping container, absentmindedly picking at his skin. The more he scratched and dug his nails in the more blood dripped, although hating pain he himself had a pretty good pain tolerance. He didn't even notice he was bleeding until his dirty white gray sheets, that he hadn’t washed in over two months, were stained a vibrant crimson colour. Finally noticing the blood staining his sheets and bandages, Dazai sighed tiredly. He didn’t want to get up, what was the point? He was used to wearing dirty bandages all the time. Heck he hasn’t even changed his bandages in more than 2 weeks.
Osamu was tired and simply let the blood seep through his bandages and onto his bed sheets. Multiple spots of blood adorned his bed sheets, each blotch bigger than the other.
As he lay there on his bed, his phone began ringing, deciding to simply ignore it. As he continued laying there staring at the ceiling, but alas his phone just kept ringing over and over again. As much as he tried to ignore it the ringing was persistent, echoing through the empty shipping container. Giving up, he reluctantly picked up his phone, the contact ‘Slug’ flashed through the screen illuminating Dazai’s solemn face. A soft smile, though small, spread on his face before disappearing quickly.
“Chibi!~”, he exclaimed in a sing-song tone picking up the phone, the solemnness on his face gone, replaced with his usual cheerful smile that wasn’t quite right.
“I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT!”, the ginger screamed on the other line nearly bursting the other’s eardrums.
“What else am I supposed to call you then?”, Dazai said, pouting on the other end of the line.
“By my name?” Chuuya responded, confusion evident in his voice.
“But Chibi is so small and tiny~~” Dazai said, teasing the older boy.
“I SWEAR TO GOD ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON YO-, Chuuya paused, taking a deep breath as he regained his composure, Anyways, the boss wants to see you in his office”
Dazai raised an eyebrow, frowning as he wondered what Mori could want from him. He hasn’t made any mistakes during his missions. Or did he? If so, what did he do? Hundreds if not thousands of all different kinds of possibilities circled through his head. All different kinds of memories flashed through his head. Osamu was definitively overthinking this, yet his chest felt heavy, his heart accelerated, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He didn't even notice himself digging his nails into his palms and his teeth biting into his lower lip.
Fuck he might have to extend his bandages to his palms.
“Dazai?” Chuuya said, calling out his name, sounding concerned for his mackerel.
“Yes, yes I’m on my way, such an impatient dog~”, Dazai said, teasing the red head.
“How many times do I have to tell you?! I'M NOT YOUR DOG”, Chuuya yelled. Ouch, his eardrums, worth it tho.
“Yes you are! You lost the bet, remember~? Or is that hat finally finished eating your brain?”, Dazai said, continuing to tease partner.
“Just get your ass over her shitty mackerel, the boss is waiting for you”, Chuuya said before hanging up the phone.
Dazai stood there listening to the deafening silence on the other line, his thumb hovering above the red button before finally ending the call as well.
Shrugging his coat on, he exits his shipping container. Locking the padlock positioned on his door, he walks to headquarters. As he walks, his thoughts still run rampant in his head, trying to figure out what Mori wants from him. But who can decode the thought process of that man?
With each step forward he grew more and more anxious, a strange sense of dèja vu engulfing him.
Mori always liked to keep him in the dark, even when giving him a mission. The doctor always found something amusing playing with his brain, always scheming away.
Bosses are the worst, Dazai thought internally.
Deep in thought, he made his way towards the port mafia base. Standing in front of the port mafia’s main building, the building seemed to reach above the clouds. As if it was reaching to the heavens, ironic isn’t it, because the members of the port mafia were anything but angels.
Dazai brassed himself, before entering the building. All eyes were on him, digging into the back of his skull, as he passed by. Their eyes filled with fear. All of them completely coming to a stop as the young boy passed by. Cowering in fear as the sound of his footsteps filled the halls. If he was being honest, Dazai preferred it this way after all in the Port Mafia, fear was the best kind of respect.
The young boy silently stepped onto the elevator, pressing on the button leading to the top floor, where Mori’s office lay.
He silently waited as the elevator climbed from floor to floor, his heart accelerating with each passing floor. As much as Dazai didn’t want to admit it, Mori made him feel something even if it was unpleasant.
Finally the elevator doors opened and in front of him was a massive hallway that seemed to never end. Huge pictures and portraits of a little girl with blonde hair wearing all sorts of red frilly dresses were hung all over the walls. Dazai felt nauseous, like he was about to throw up at any given moment.
He found himself in front of Mori’s office, only two big doors separating him from the man he loathed. Dazai felt his heart rate increasing, felt it thump in his wrist where the fresh cuts lay.
Osamu took a deep breath before forcing his heart to slow. Stay calm, don’t let your discomfort show, he repeated to himself, over and over like a prayer. Slowly he reached his hand for the door knob, taking one last deep breath before swinging both doors open.
Chuuya and Mori’s heads both snapped in his direction. A vein seemed to pop within
Chuuya as he marched up to Dazai grabbing his collar. “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!” the ginger yelled, clearly irritated.
“Relax Chibi~” Dazai said, putting his hands up in surrender, his usual sly grin plastered on his face. “You know, I heard excessive anger stunts your growth. Maybe that’s why you’re so short~” Dazai said, grinning from ear to ear
“I TOLD YOU I’M STILL GROWING DAMNIT!” Chuuya exclaimed furious. His anger was so extreme that fume seemed to come out of his ears.
Mori watched them with the same sickening smile he always wore on his face before announcing, “Listen up you two, I have a mission for you guys” he said, his smile still present.
Chuuya halted mid punch, turning his head towards Mori, as he let go of Dazai. Clearing his throat he turned his attention towards Mori.
Dazai’s gaze travelled from Chuuya to Mori, his expression not faltering, still holding that teasing grin, but he still listened intently.
“You two will be going on a joint undercover mission to UA high school. The entrance exams have already passed, figure out a way to get in. I won’t tolerate failure from either of you.” said Mori with his usual smile.
“WHAT?! UA AS IN THE HERO SCHOOL?!”, Chuuya exclaimed.
How ironic, Dazai thought, going to hero school huh?
“Isn’t U.A in Musutafu?”, Dazai inquired. “Meaning we’re going on the outside?”
“Exactly”, replied the doctor. “The outside think Yokohama is ruled by criminals or ‘Villains’ as they call them, it is your job to figure out the most effective way to infiltrate the school and give weekly reports, goodluck”
Suddenly they found themselves out of his office, without even remembering leaving. Chuuya was left confused, what did he want them to do exactly at this high school all the way in Musutafu. What was he supposed to report on? Especially since Yokohama is known for being closed off and he has never been outside the city, even if they were allowed to leave as they wished.
While Chuuya was deep in thought, Dazai also pondered the goal of the mission. Mori probably wanted to keep an eye on the hero society, but the question is why? Heroes have always been a sort of problem in Yokohama, always trying to break into the barrier and causing trouble to citizens. Furthermore, he heard of an organisation that has also been trying to enter Yokohama, based in Musutafu. ‘The League of Villains’ was what it was called, seriously who came up with this name? Mori probably wanted them to investigate this organisation and gather intel.
Dazai watched Chuuya rack his head for information. Seeing him so deep in thought he couldn’t help himself from gazing at his face into his blue, brown eyes, a small smile began to bloom on his face, though quickly snapping out of it. What was he thinking?!, he thought as he snapped his head away.
Chuuya then turned his head to look at Dazai. He couldn’t help but notice the small blush on the tip of his ears. The ladder looked at Dazai closely as Dazai was still in his own world.
“So I imagine you’ve already figured out what the mission is about?” Chuuya said, snapping Dazai out of his thoughts
“Of course I have, it has to do with the new villain group rising in Musutafu, since they have been taking interest in Yokohama, we have to gather intel on them. And the part about going to UA specifically is maybe to give us more experience fighting quirks and keeping an eye on hero society” Dazai said.
Chuuya wasn't used to Dazai actually filling him in on the mission instead of letting him figure everything out by himself.
“Sooo wanna go to the arcade?” Dazai, asked.
“Sure, why not?”, Chuuya replied
“Loser has to obey the winner for a full week!” Dazai exclaimed.
“BET!” The red hair said excitingly, sure he was going to win.
And with that they sprinted to their favorite arcade place. Once they finally got there, they were already extremely out of breath. After all, sprinting all the way to the arcade from headquarters was quite the workout.
Chuuya was crouched down with his hands on his knees as he tried to regain his breath whilst Dazai collapsed onto his ass huffing just as heavily.
“I- was first-,” Chuuya said in between breaths.
“No way-, in- your dreams-” Dazai argued back, doing the same as Chuuya.
The browned haired boy threw his head back dramatically, still breathing as heavily as before. After about 2 minutes, they finally finished regaining their breaths. The duo then headed to their favourite arcade games.
“HAH I WIN!” the bandaged boy exclaimed in joy.
“HUHH??? YOU OBVIOUSLY CHEATED I WANT A REMATCH!!” the ginger boy screamed climbing over the machine pointing straight at Dazai.
“You know what that means Chuu-yaa~~” Dazai said with his signature mischievous grin.
“I WANT A REMATCH YOU CHEATED!!” Chuuya insisted.
Sure Dazai cheated in arcade games often but shooting games were his specialty after all.
“Rules are rules, Chibi~~~” said Dazai teasingly.
“NO WAY, YOU CHEATED!!” Chuuya exclaimed even louder.
The nearby employees sighed in exasperation. This was a regular occurrence at TAITO, the boys came almost every single day, so the employees were used to Chuuya and Dazai’s antics since it had become a regular occurrence.
“For my first order…” Dazai trailed off, thinking deeply “