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Dazai's head was laying in the lap of a familiar red head, they were inside a car on an 11 hour drive at 5:34AM on a Monday morning, all because of stupid mori and his stupid mission. \
‘9:45PM SUNDAY’
“You needed us boss?” Chuuya spoke as he entered the office accompanied by a bandaged young man. “Ah! Yes, I have a mission for you both!” Ougai cheers, clapping his gloved hands together. Dazai reaches for the mission documents on the desk and flips it open, his one visible eye scans the words on each piece of paper in the manila folder carefully. The brunette puts the papers back and speaks with a calm voice,
“ A hero school huh?”
This made Chuuya’s eyebrow raise. “What the hell are you even talking about mackerel?” This time Chuuya's gloved hand reaches for the envelope and opens it , instead of reading it in depth like Dazai did, he skims the important bits and sighs with frustration. “Boss you can't be serious about this, right?” Mori had just started to brush Elise's hair, cards a hand through blonde curly locks. “ The port mafia has a deal with UA to find out who their traitor is.” Chuuya thinks and looks beside him at Dazai before he speaks.
” so, what's in it for us?”
Dazai grins wickedly “ Well Chuuya, you might not be aware of this but the HPSC is quite desperate to enter the Yokohama border, and we just cant have that can we doggy!!!”
The name made Chuuya scowl “ Don't call me that dick wad,” The ginger teen sighed and continues “ so we’re using the deal with UA to essentially destroy the hero system?” Mori smiles as he replies “ Great summary Chuuya! You guys will be leaving tomorrow morning at 5 am” The brunette’s smile falls at that statement. “wahh! Mori!!!!! Why so earlyyyy” He whines like a hungry cat making Mori smile as he speaks “Well Dazai dear, it takes around ten to eleven hours to arrive in Musutafu, as well as an additional 30 minutes to get to your supplied living quarters!”
Dazai turns his head to the side and grinds his teeth together and mutters something resembling ‘stupid mori, stupid mission…’ Chuuya bows his head to Mori with a quaint goodbye and grabs Dazai's wrist and drags him out of the room with a grumble.
‘5:34 MONDAY’
Chuuya looks at the boy resting on his thighs wondering when the last time he had slept was, he’d fallen asleep right when he closed his eyes. Chuuya looks out of the window and places his hand into the dark curls beneath him, lightly twirling and twisting the brunette strands of hair.
Dazai opens his eyes slightly to looks at Chuuya “go to sleep–” the bandaged boy started, making Chuuya look back down at him.
"It'll make the ride there go faster.” the shorter teen looks down at the brown eyes and after a beat, “fine but go back to sleep too, you look like a fried fish” the taller boys mouth drops in mock astoundment “Chibii why would you say thatt!!!” “God Dazai shut your trap!” Chuuya takes his hands out of the brown hair and covers his ears. Dazai pouts for a second then his face turns neutral as he moves his head in a newfound attempt to sleep, which then causes chuuya to also turn his head to the window and close his eyes. He drifts into a dark and dreamless slumber, 10 hours to go on this road trip to hell.
A few hours later brown and blue irises are open and awake, the ginger looks down to find his partner isn't where he was previously laying. Chuuya looks to the other side of the car and he spots him playing a game on his phone, biting his bottom lip in fain concentration. The ginger grabs his phone from his jacket pocket and checks the time. the phone reads 11:38 AM
‘it’s been six hours?’ He thinks to himself groggily a gloved hand reaching up to rub his eyes. Hours continue to pass, Dazai and Chuuya bickered and fought, played games and slept till they reached the destination of their new 'home'. It was a relatively nice apartment complex, so they grabbed their stuff and left. Waving goodbye to the random driver that had to put up with them for eleven hours. poor guy, but hey it's the mafia everyone has their horror stories with the infamous Soukoku.
The two teen boys are now spending their time retrieving the luggage from the separate car and bringing them into their new apartment, they still would have to buy all new furniture simply due to the fact this mission will be around ten months long,and need their home to look presentable just in case they need to have company over for the sake of the mission. That very thought makes Dazai shutter, he may hate mori with a burning passion but he hates the people apart of this hero society more.
Chuuya looked over to find Dazai sitting by the wall doing jack shit, normally Chuuya wouldn't mind using his ability to carry heavy things but because of the quirk laws in Musutafu the only thing he could do was make them lighter. "Dazai won't you stop slacking off and help bring your stuff inside!" Dazai got off the wall and grabbed a backpack and a duffel bag without much complaint, which really just meant he was doing the task but yowling about why he hates doing it, and about how ' since Chuuya's stronger then him' which you'd never get him to admit otherwise. The objections are replaced by Dazai pouting about how chuuya should be nicer to his 'owner' after chuuya has smacked his upside the head.
The bickering continues the entire time they're bringing their items inside and a long while after, which leads to multiple pill bottles being scattered on the floor, a plate being thrown, and a duffel back loosing a strap, which probably isn't an ideal start to the mission but it'll have to be good enough.