Screwed

by Vaeryn3947

Summary:

Dazai had been given an important set of information from Mori that he was supposed to deliver promptly, but of course a little suicide attempt wouldn't hurt in the middle, right?
Wrong...apparently, because now he is being questioned by a talking rat thing, and being forced to join some stupid school. School...Him! It was almost laughable, but the alternative was to go to jail, and that would be even worse. So he supposed until he could figure out how to contact Mori and hope to the heavens that he would not be flayed for his trouble and late report, he could at least deal with this school and their 'abilities'.
Hopefully.
But as he soon finds out, teachers have eyes everywhere, and he gets asked questions he doesn't know how to answer.

Chapter 1

Dazai always felt peaceful floating through the air. It was one of the few times he truly felt alive...right when he was about to die. Never mind the fact that he had never actually managed to do the dying part-at least not yet-but the act itself was always peaceful. That or drowning. He liked drowning too. The noises faded under the water, leaving your mind clear as you inhaled your last...of course it was never the last for him as he always got annoyingly saved. This time, though, he was hopeful. He had chosen the highest building he could find after somehow getting lost. Mori was bound to throw an absolute fit, and he figured since he was lost anyways, it wouldn't be an issue to delay delivering the information a bit longer and attempt a wonderfully beautiful suicide. The view had been gorgeous, and Dazai simply couldn't help himself, hopeful that maybe his death would finally...finally come.

It had been perfect...or so he had thought. There had been nobody as far as he could see-which was far. Not a sound echoed through the alleys, not as he walked up the fire escape to the very top of the building, and looking out he had not seen a single sillouette of anyone on the streets. There were no lights on in the windows of any of the houses, not a single person around. The sights had been beautiful as well. Silent and pretty. The dark sky, the twinkle of the stars. Oh, it was so beautiful he just couldn't help but to launch himself off the roof and into the sweet embrace of impending death. There was nobody to save him, nobody to stop him, and maybe in a few days when Mori realizes something is wrong and he is gone he will find his body. Maybe even shed a tear or two, but Dazai doubted it.

He closed his eyes, a smile curling on his lips before he felt himself crash land into...arms? No...no, no, no, no, come ON! How hard is it to get a good suicide? Seriously! He tried to extract himself from this person, officially annoyed and ticked off, but whoever it was was quite strong, and he was held steady in thick arms. Dazai groaned, frustrated, black eyes empty with despair now. 

"You know, it is quite rude to interrupt a suicide," Dazai began, but cut himself off when he saw the fuzzy creature heading towards him. Great, I landed in front of some furries. Dazai sighed, and just went lax in the mystery hunk's arms. No point in fighting him, at least not now. Dazai didn't want to make any more potential enemies until he could figure out how to leave. The furry continued to walk towards him and stare at him.

"What are you doing here?" They questioned. Dazai huffed. 

"Isn't it obvious?" He questioned. "I was trying to commit a beautiful suicide before it got annoyingly intervened!" Dazai couldn't help the frustration the echoed in his voice. He sighed heavily. A beautiful suicide, one more ruined. This time was worse though, he was going to have to deal with Mori now. It was frustrating. He had it perfectly planned, and now...now it was ruined. 

"Suicide?" Dazai's head swivled. He had not even noticed the dark haired man standing besides the furry. He sighed even heavier. Mori was definitely going to beat him for this. Not only had multiple people witnessed his suicide attempt, but on top of that he had not even noticed them. That was perhaps the worst part. Mori was quite used to his attempts now, and while they caused him annoyance, he did not particularly care as long as nobody was around. This time, though, he had been almost certain that nobody was around. It was just his bad luck that he had not noticed anyone. He resigned himself to impending flogging. Or perhaps worse. It really depended on the mood that Mori was in. 

"What about it?" He asked defensively. "Now, if you could please just leave...I will be going." 

"Going?" The furry said, tilting its rat like head. "Unfortunately, we cannot allow you to leave." Dazai stared, his eyes darkening further. 

"Why not?" He questioned, voice tight.

"Because, you managed to somehow get passed the security..." Dazai felt himself stiffen.

"Security?" He murmurred. he had not even noticed that there was security. Oh, he was well and truly fucked. Mori was going to kill him. 

"I will tell you what, though, I have a proposal. You stay here, join our class. We will keep an eye on you, and you won't go to prison for tresspassing." Dazai rolled his eyes. He doubted that he could truly get imprisoned. Mori would just take him back, although he may leave him to suffer for a little while. Wait...

"I am not an adult, you can't put me in prison for tresspassing." 

"No," The rat thing began. "But I doubt juvy would be much better for you." At that Dazai wanted to laugh. Juvy would probably be a piece of cake. Still, it was a lot more than he cared to be bothered with, and Mori would definitley flay him ten times over if he was caught AND put in juvy. He sighed. 

"Fine, I am kind of curious about what this whole school thing is about anyways." He addmitted with a shrug, ignoring the baffled looks on the two adults faces (he couldn't see the face of the third). 

"'whole school thing'?" 

"Well, yeah, I've never been to school." He said blithely. The dark haired guy was staring in shock. 

"Where are your parents." 

"Dead," Dazai said carelessly. They had died a while ago, and they were certainly not missed, although between them and Mori, maybe they would be the better bet. 

"Dea..." The dark haired man sighed. "I will take him," He growled out. Dazai shrugged as best he could still entrapped in the third adult's arms. It did not matter to him whether they helped him or not. At least this way Mori couldn't beat him because he had been caught by authorities. He had just been caught by some stupid school. Laying low was definitely the better way of going about things, and if he could get his hands on whatever security footage they had of him and delete it...even better. 

Chapter 2

Dazai rolled his eyes as the dark haired teacher repeated himself for what seemed to be the millionth time. He would have to go make a statement tomorrow, whatever. He had done a billion of those for Mori time and again, it was not as though it changed anything, and the police-even if they wanted to-often times were unable to do anything just from a sheer lack of concrete evidence. Mori was smart, after all, anad there was no getting around him. Dazai did, however, manage to get around cops more than once. He doubted that this time would be any different. Even those that had abilities (pitifully rare tbough it was) it did not matter. Dazai more often did not even need to lie, just because he was such an expert at spinning the truth in his guardian's favor. He had ample practice, after all. Mori would stage these mock interrogations, just to drill into his mind how important it was that he mange this perfectly...the consequences for failure were definitely never pleasant, and on top of that Dazai learned quickly, it did not take long for him to become an expert. 

Needless to say, he was beginning to think this was all a bit tedious. He was curious how a school functioned. He had never been to one, and Mori definitely would have never allowed it even if he had asked. There was too many risks regarding school, and not enough pros. Mori liked to do things that overall would benefit himself. Dazai was smart enough to learn whatever Mori desired without school, so school was not necessary. Beyond that, before he had left for the streets, Dazai had plenty of tutors. Though if school was anything like tutors...well Dazai felt that he would not be having as swell a time as he would have hoped for. Either way, it had to be different then that...otherwise his parents, and Mori, wouldn't have been so against the one and not the other. What was different, well he would soon find out. 

He could not help but how Mori would take it though, because he was strictly against Dazai going into any formal governmental institution. This included orphanages, schools, prisons, juvenile centers, it really did not matter. Now that he had managed to escape the one but was stuck wtih the other...he was not sure if it was worth it. Mori was bound to be angry either way. Sure, Dazai's curiosity had gotten the better of him in the heat of the moment, but now that things were cooling off he realized something rather striking. Not only did he have no idea wher eit was that he was. but he was not going to be dying, unfortuantely, anytime soon, which meant that he was stuck with the consequences of his actions. 

Not that it is my fault. Dazai pouted to himself, crossing his arms and glaring out of the car window. That idiot just had to play hero and stop me. Not as though it would do them any good. Mori is bound to flay me the moment he realizes where I got off to. I need to get myself to a computer, or a phone...as I somehow managed to lose mine. The loss of his phone would normally not  bother him, but that was when he knew exactly where he was, or he was trying to avoid Mori because of whatever reason was current. Now, he was not trying to avoid his guardian, and he was lost, both meant that he was in a pickle if he could not find some form of internet connection to figure something out. 

Dazai looked towards the teacher. Surely he has a phone, or computer, something with the internet. He may be old and weary, but that doesn't mean he is that old. I mean, I figure that he looks older because of his clearly ridiculously awful sleep schedule. Surely he was old enough that he needed internet sometime. And even if he did not, for whatever reason, it is obvious he has a habit of picking up lost strays...especially with the resigned sigh he gave when I said that my parents had died and were no longer around. That means surely he has to have a computer or something...kids need the internet now a days. He just had to figure out how to get a hold of whatever device it was that had those capabilities. 

Dazai had a feeling that it was not going to be as easy as he would hope. With how things had been going lately, which was awfully, Dazai would not be surprised if he was left wanting for at least a day or two now. It was fine, as long as he could figure out where he was, and by extention figure out how to get back to Mori, it would not matter in the least. He was going to have to do something to alleviate that obvious and agitating concern. Adults were never concerned, and it left Dazai with a bad taste to feel it directed at him. Mori would laugh at him if he saw it, but Mori was not here now, and that was the whole problem!

Chapter 3

Dazai threw himself against the door once again, cursing under his breath. He should have expected this. It goes to show you why it is that you shouldn't give people more than once to prove themselves to you. He was definitely going to hear it from Mori when he found out, and that was more annoying than anything else. He growled lowly as he jiggled the knob and it still did not budge. Rubbing his shoulder he wanted to curse everyone-including Mori. How could he have allowed himself to be so careless that this was his fate? Locked in a stupid room with no way to get out. To be honest, he would not be all that surprised if Mori had a hand in this too. Goodness knows the man liked to torment him regularly. This was probably something like that. something he plotted and now Dazai couldn't figure out quite yet. 

The window...was too small, and it didn't open. Dazai had already tried that, and was quite tempted to break it just out of sheer desire to do so. If he managed to break it properly perhaps he could get a shard that he could break through the door with, but that was a bad idea, and not likely to work. Though it would probably get the adults to come back up and take him out of the godforsaken room. Again, not necessarily likely but something he would prefer if nothing more. That was presuming he could not find another way out, but he was determined, and when Dazai was determined...things happened for good or for bad. He just knew that however Mori was connected with this was going to screw him over one way or another.

-

Dazai jolted awake, breathing heavily as he did so, and rubbing his eyes rigorously. He remembered that night. It had been awful, and Mori had sent him on a stakeout. Turns out, Mori had been a part of the whole deal as Dazai had presumed. It was somewhat obvious, though, considering that Mori had been the only one that would have known where he was that night unless he had told someone else. It was not the first time Mori had sent him somewhere fully planning to betray him to the people there, and it was not the last time either. Considering some of the other times Mori had ratted him out just to see what he would do that specific one was rather tame. 

He never did get out of the room. Mori had come in before he had killed the first watchman after luring him into the room. So technically, Mori had won that round...Though Dazai had won plenty of others. He was punished...for failing to escape the room. Dazai did not really know how that was fair considering he had done nothing to really warrant that. He would have escaped had Mori not interevened. Though now Dazai knew what he had not known then. Mori had wanted him to escape without murder. Annoying, but something Dazai had proceeded to do with the other attempts Mori had planted. 

He already knew that this had not been one of them, though. For as annoying as these could be, they were somewhat difficult. That black haired man had not even bothered to lock the door. Something which had given Dazai a bit of a shock because-really? They had a suicidal teenager and they did not even bother locking the door to the room he was in? Either way, Dazai had quickly made great use of it and snuck out, and into the living area, where he had seen the computer sitting idly. 

He quicily turned down the screen brightness, and in next to no time had the search up and was imputing where his address was (or rather the Port Mafia's) and how far away from him. "That's not right." He murmured under his breath.

The search engine said that there was nothing by that address. Shaking his head, rereading the search results, he realized that he had put everything in correct...so there was no good reason for this to not show up. Perhaps Mori had wiped it? That was possible. Mori did not often wipe databases, but it did happen on occasion. Dazai would know, because Mori was usually the one bragging about it to him. That and while Mori was intelligent there was no way that he would be able to do that on his own, he could have easily ordered it though...Shaking his head, it did not really matter. He had other things that he could look up instead.

 

Yet after about a half hour of searching there was nothing. No history on Mori, Port Mafia, none of the recent illegal workings that the Port Mafia had done, and no hint of his home city anywhere. There was a lot more on this Villain League that the apparent 'Heroes' (what Dazai presumes is the equivilant of what Mori's brother was setting up) were having some difficulty catching...kind of sad if he thought about it considering how desperate for an audience the League was. 

Perhaps Dazai would be able to swipe someone's phone in the crowd. Mori couldn't isolate everyone in this city after all...but at least he was comforted in knowing that he wouldn't get into too much trouble for being here in the first place. Mori clearly had set this up, and this was yet another attempt of his to see how much Dazai had learned. 

Chapter 4

"Awake early, aren't we?" Dazai jolted, turning his dark eyes onto a vibrantly purple haired boy. From what Dazai could tell they seemed to be around his age, standing at maybe fifteen or sixteen. It did not matter, though, an unknown was just as dangerous as a known. Dazai did not know this person, and from what little he could glean from the online information, quirks were a lot different from abilities in a lot of different ways. He did not know if his ability would work against quirks, and of course this was under the assumption that Mori wasn't involved in all of this and he had truly landed himself somewhere else. Displaced himself somehow. It was possible, and Dazai would be a fool not to think of the potentials outside of Mori. 

If this was not because of Mori, than that meant he was screwed. He had no idea if abilities would work against quirks, and as a result was not so much of an idiot to answer this person's question without knowing how his worked. He just stared, watching the purple haired teen. He did not intend to allow him to unnerve him. After all, Dazai had to deal with Mori on the daily. This was nothing. This...this whelp. 

"You know if you wanted to use the computer, you could have just said so." They stated, and Dazai just tilted his head agin, staring him down. The boy seemed a bit unnerved finally, and Dazai mentally cheered in success. "Look, I don't know what happened that Aizawa had to take you in, but I garuntee that he isn't going to get mad if you want to use the internet." 

"Well, he wouldn't have the chance to get mad if he hadn't been annoying and saved me in the first place." This had the other staring with a surprised expression. 

"You...didn't want to be saved?"

"Obviously..." Rolling his eyes at the absurd response had clicked his tongue. "Who wants to be saved from suicide? If I wanted to be saved I may as well never tried to die in the first place." This had the purple imbecile staring at him as though he had grown a second head...though from what Dazai had seen that seemed like it could be an average every day situation in this place. It had him second guessing his thoughts of Mori handling things. What sort of lab experiments would he have had to not only do but hide from him? Dazai? His favorite toy? 

"You...Okay, well, just don't die here please? It would really ruin the carpet." 

"Of course not!" Dazai gasped, scandalized. "I would never. My goal is to die without bothering anyone. Obviously if I die in this house it will be a huge bother. I will find somewhere peaceful to do it." That did not seem to have the response Dazai had expected, and the boy seemed to only get more concerned. He waved it off easily. "Not to worry, I am stuck dealing with living for now. No need to be concerned over me." The purple boy sighed and just ignored him, moving towards the kitchen. Dazai tracked his movements carefully, watching him. He did not want to let him out of his sight. 

Moving silently, he snatched a knife from the stand and came up behind the boy, yanking him into his chest and placing the knife at his throat. The purple teen froze, hands raised. "You aren't going to tell anyone about the fact that I was out late." Dazai hissed softly. 

"Dude chill! I wasn't going to do that anyways, the hell, no need to threaten me damn!" Dazai narrowed his eyes, but couldn't detect an actual lie. It confused him. Why wouldn't he tell this Aizawa. It was easy to get him into trouble and yet he...he wasn't going to?

Confused, he laid off, backing up and just stared, unable to quite comprehend what the hell was going on.

"You won't?" He questioned again, nerves flying sky high. He was taking a big risk by not continuing to threaten, but...something about the disbelief in the other boy's voice at the thought that he would do something like rat him out had surprised him. 

"Of course not, it isn't like it's a big deal." 

But it was...it was a big deal...

Chapter 5

Learning that this was not in fact some major ploy from Mori should have lead him to feeling better about the whole shitshow, but in reality it did not. It just made him more anxious. At least if Mori had been in charge of things, he would know how things would go, and he would know what was expected of him. Last night was a clear example of how things were spiraling further out of his control, and that was something that he did not like in the least. that purple head kid had said that he would never tell Aizawa that he had been out late. Had stated it would not have been a big deal even if he had...it confused Dazai. Surely the rules would state taht he was not allowed out of his room beyond the curfew? Then again, if he thought about it he was not entirely sure that Aizawa had given him a curfew in the first place. He had just showed him his room, and Dazai had stayed in there until they were sleeping and it was safe to sneak onto the computer without being caught-something which he had failed at drastically. 

What confused him even further was when he hesitantly made his way downstairs after being ordered by Aizawa's partner. He saw a child, a female child which lead him to find shivers crawling up his spine as she stared at him, along with the purple haired teen he had threatened last night. From his guardian's gaze, it seemed that the purple child had done as he promised, and had not told him anything. It confused him, yet lead him to other suspicions too. Surely that meant he was trying to blackmail him? Get something in on him? Yet it had not seemed the case last night. All in all, he did not know what was going on, and did not really want to know anything either. Things were just too confusing at the moment. 

Breakfast was strange. They all sat at a table-together. Nobody ordered him to speak, nobody asked him pointed questions, and nobody looked twice when he only ate a small portion of his food and downed a heaping cup of coffee instead of eating. Nobody stared at him, glared at him, subtly looked at him in any type of way. Small talk was small, and not layered with threats or intention. As Dazai began to observe these people, he was not sure that he understood this dynamic that they were showing him. He was even less sure that it was wise to stay around when they so obviously were so much more familial with each other. Surely eventually they would find it odd and begin this annoying pity, or even worse-worry. Dazai hated it when people worried about him. It made him feel small, and demeaned. Humiliated. Mori always said that if he caused worry in others it was because they were not confident that he was able to handle himself, and it would cause unnecessary distractions. He had been right, more than once this had ended up in someone on their side dead.

"Dazai, I don't know your measurements, so the uniform may be a bit...ill fitting, but we did manage to snatch a complete one for you. You'll be going to school with me for the first day, but after that I want you to go with Hizou." Dazai blinked slowly, his eyes carefully blank. He was not certain why Aizawa wanted to get him alone, but it probably would not be anything good. He had carefully checked for cameras, and there was nothing, he was almost certain that the teen, Hizou or whatever, had not betrayed him, and therefore there was only one other reason Aizawa would want him to be alone. 

His heart sank like a rock. He should be used to this type of treatement. Mori had done this more and more often as he grew older, claiming he was merely doing as he needed. Dazai was not really sure how to work around it, but he knew Mori hated it when he was anything less than enthusiastic or terrified. There was no good middle ground when it came to that. As a result, he did not know if this Aizawa was the same, but he figured that they probably were. Dazai also should have realized that Aizawa's kindness was only surface level. After all, everyone wanted something, whether they admitted it or not, and this was not something that he was unused to.

He still hated it though, and he doubted that he would ever not hate it. 

Still, he had a part to play, so he nodded, dropping his dishes in the sink and turning to snatch the uniform that was placed on the couch. Without a second thought he rushed into the bedroom he had been given, and closed the door shut, not allowing himself to break. That was only what spurred them on, and it always, always spurred people on. It was the worst thing about this stupid life. Why was it that he was always surrounded with sadistic assholes?

He carefully inspected his bandages...he would need to steal some new ones, especially considering that he did not have any money, and he had no spares, and he certainly was not going to be asking for help of all things. Or for favors. Favors rarely ended well and Dazai would personally like to avoid that as much as possible. While he was certain that he would eventually need favor to be called or cashed, he would prefer it only be reserved for the utmost emergencies, and bandages simply were not that.

What further worried him was the short sleeves of the button up. While it did have a jacket, Dazai presumed that he would not be allowed to don it all the time. He was not sure if it was allowed in class, and so he decided he would assess the others in the class, and what they did...though he had a sinking suspicion. 

On the bright side, it would force Aizawa to not leave too many visible marks...then again he may not care  because of the bandages. Dazai solemnly plucked one of them that covered his arms. Still, it would not do to keep them waiting. he lived his live quite literally by the better sooner than later motto, that included his suicides. Something which often irked Mori, hence why Dazai loving them even more, and longing for a sweet silence of death even stronger. unfortuantely, he had not been granted such reprive...not yet at least. He was certain it was soon though. he hoped. 

Chapter 6

It had been hours now, and Dazai was still reeling. He had no idea what the hell had happened...just that...well Aizawa had not done anything. He had taken Dazai into his car, he had driven him to that school, and then they had left. That was it. There was nothing more, nothing nefarious...the man had not even tried to come onto him at all. There was no innuendos, no sexual acts, nothing. He liked to think that he was prepared for anything, at all times, but he was vastly underprepared for this. He had expected a whole series of things to happen, because that was what always happened, and Dazai may hate it, but he was used to it, and there was nothing he could really do about it anyways, so why whine and cry about it? It was useless to hope for things to change, because he knew full well that they would not...

...

And yet nothing had happened. Aizawa did not even touch him. They had driven to the school, Aizawa had played some shitty music that Dazai did not recognize, and could barely grasp, and then they had parked in the parking lot after going through security (they were a bit early was one of the first things that Dazai had noticed but since Aizawa was a teacher that was expected and therefore Dazai did not thing there was anything nefarious about that) but despite everything Dazai had grown up knowing, believing, and expected...not a single thing happened outside of him being told to get out of the damn car, and it being locked.

The next hour was Dazai staring listlessly out a window whilst his guardian readied the classroom and shuffled some papers. Probably going through student files, if he was a good teacher at least, as he would want to be somewhat familiar with his students before they showed up-and then the man had entered and zipped up his sleeping bag, leaving Dazai alone to stare in utter disbelief.

He had not tried anything, had not done anything, hell Aizawa had barely even spoken a word to him. Sure, Dazai had gotten the more parental vibe from him, but surely...surely that did not matter right? After all, Mori had seemed so nice from the beginning, but it had swiftly gone downhill once Dazai was within his grasp. He was not sure why this seemed so different, but he did know that it, along with all the other strangeness that happened about this world, was making him almost dizzy.

He did not know how to handle such differences, and was not sure how he was supposed to react to them either. this world was so different, and yet Dazai knew that there had to be some sort of similarities, surely there was a bit of evil going on somewhere. There could not be all sunshine and rainbows. Still, with how shocked that the furry and Aizawa had seemed when he said he was attempting to commit suicide (which Dazai is still upset that they had ruined), he thought perhaps things were a bit more complex here, than what he was used to. He did not know what to think about the idea that things were so different that even suicide was strange. Dazai knew a lot of people who committed suicide, it was Dazai who was unlucky, and never managed to actually successfully do it. He was certain that there was some other strange shit going on with him that made it that way, but for now he had not figured it out. Perhaps Mori had, but if he had he failed to tell Dazai that, and Mori would have loved to shove it into Dazai's face that he would never managed suicide.

Unless he was worried that Dazai would figure out a way nonetheless, despite his efforts, which was something that Dazai could say he would hunt down. He did not want to survive, he did not want to live. This strange world was not making that any different for him. He still did not want to be alive, and he still wanted to die, but at the same time this weirdness left him scrambling. How was he supposed to kill himself if he did not even understand how this world worked? Who knew if there was some quirk thingy that could work on him. Dazai did not even know if abilities and quirks were compatible, or if they were so opposite that they cancelled each other out. He had yet to know if his ability worked against quirks, because Dazai had not yet tried.

Which was something he should rectify, actually, because Dazai did not want to be caught unawares. Not that he would vulnerable if his ability did not work against quirks, but he would much prefer knowing to not knowing. Plus, if his ability did not work against quirks, he was going to have to figure out a lot of lies in the next few days because as far as what little research he did do, this school he was stuck attending was for people that had quirks. If he could pass off his ability as a quirk, the biggest thing that would have to happen, is that it would have to work against them in the first place. He could not be looking dumb.

Lolling his head idly to the side he stared at the first person to walk through the classroom. A dark smile lit on his face. He had those weird engine things on his legs, that had to be some type of quirk thing right? Dazai could touch him, see if anything happened, and then he could figure out his gameplan from there...

But it would require speaking with this stranger, and if there was something Dazai hated more than anything it was talking to someone. He hummed softly to himself, swaying slightly. If there was someone that was much more volatile, he could attempt to instigate them into attacking him, it was something he did with Chuuya all of the time, and then he would not even have to touch them! Dazai would know if his ability worked just because they would try attacking him, and they would probably use said whatever quirk that they had, and it would either nullify the effects and Dazai would remain unharmed, or it would not and Dazai would get out of class. Either way he felt as if that was a win. No class and a way to figure things out?

Although if his ability did work, then Dazai would still have to attend class, but hey, he would know that his ability functioned against quirks, and that information would be valuable. He really saw no downsides...and so he simply ignored the engine leg guy, whose name Dazai was told but since he was kind of dazed out he did not retain said information, and kept looking through the students that periodically walked through the door.

None of them suited his needs, which was annoying. He was beginning to loose hope when, as luck would have it, the perfect boy walked through that door. Dazai was almost giddy with excitement. He seemed to have an explosion quirk. It could not possibly get better than that. If Dazai's ability did not nullify this quirk, then he may just die!

It was the perfect win-win situation! He could hit two birds with one stone, although one bird would not matter because Dazai would have been dead! He would not have to deal with Mori anymore!
A dazed smile began to linger across his face, which, as Dazai's luck seemed almost infinite this morning, only set the explosion quirk off immediately!

Chapter 7

As Dazai had expected, the fiery blonde immediately launched himself at him, but as his flaming hands wrapped around Dazai's neck, Dazai's ability activated, and the flames did not touch him. Just a bit of heat where they had used to be. Now, of course, Dazai had to worry about being choked out, but he didn't mind too much. It was better to die choking to death of his own volition, without being stuffed or filled, and ripped apart. He would prefer this over everything else if he was entirely honest. Glad, grateful even...but before he even had a chance to relish in the potential murder-though perhaps not Dazai's ideal way to go, it was a way nonetheless-the bastard jumped back, almost angry. 

"Why didn't you fight back?" He growled out. Dazai tilted his head curiously, confused. What he supposed to fight back? Why? "And what the fuck did you do to my flames!" That finally seemed to trigger the boy who was flaming once more. Dazai stared, blankly, confused. Turning his eyes he saw a person standing next to him now, the bicolored boy had plopped himself into the seat besides Dazai, cutting the flaming boy off once more and redirecting his gaze to him. Dazai sighed, ignoring the conversation now, as he was not a part of it, and even if he was he was morose. 

The flaming boy had not killed him as he had hoped, but he did learn that his ability worked against quirks. It was a nice thing to know, and something Dazai would definitely need knowledge of for the future. Unlike in his own time, from his research it seemed that this place lived off quirks. Made sense, since not having one was quite rare. That meant that most people did not bother with fighting skills, or having knives on them at all times. It was a good and bad thing. It was harder to goad someone into killing you if they had no weapons that would actually work on him, but at the same time...it meant that it was less likely Dazai would be harmed. He was not entirely sure if that was a good thing or not, and it irritated him that he could not figure it out. 

Dazai was jolted back into the conversation as a barely there tap touched his shoulder, quickly pulling away as his gaze was met with blues of the bicolored boy. "What was that?" Dazai asked, having obviously not caught onto his question. The boy tilted his head towards the front, where a green haired boy was standing and staring at them expectantly. Dazai felt a bit of companionship with this bicolored boy. He was quiet, didn't speak much, didn't seem to like touch just as much as Dazai hated it, and avoided using words like the plague...though the latter was not necessarily how Dazai operated, he did enjoy someone who listened to him in lieu of speaking. 

Perhaps this could be his new puppy. Goodness knows he was going to need one. With Chuuya gone, Dazai was stuck with having nobody, and that simply would not do. There was a haunted look in the depths of this boy's eyes that meant he could be molded. Dazai had always been quite good at molding loyal puppies. He would need one to navigate this...strange world. He had no idea what was haunting this boy, but he would figure it out, and reshape him into the person Dazai needed. For now, he hummed towards the green haired boy, and tilted his head, obviously telling him to go on.

"What is your quirk? I saw it took away Bakugo's quirk and it was really fascinating because..." Dazai blinked languedly. He hated it when people talked a lot. Absolutely despised it. The boy besides him did not speak, hell he had not even glanced up from where he was drawing on the side of his notebook the entire time the greenie was speaking. 

"It takes away any quirk that touches me." Dazai stated simply. 

"Oh, that is so cool! Does it work against mutant quirks?" Dazai blinked once more, confused. 

"I do not know. I just know it works against other kinds." Which was true enough. The green boy began to issue a slew of other questions, and Dazai just dropped his head into his hands, staring blankly at him. A moment later his annoyance with the green boy was quickly rectified with Aizawa starting the class, with a scolding of all things. Dazai just huffed, and the bicolored boy just stared in the void. He still had not lifted his head, not even when the teacher suddenly approached, meaning he had known they were there. Perceptive...Dazai felt a smile curl on his lips. This would be the perfect little puppy. 

They were ordered outside practically immediately, and Dazai, along with his newfound project, moved quickly, but silently, through the halls. It ticked a box on Dazai's list, because he had never heard another person being able to skulk about as well as him. Even Chuuya had issues, and the other was loud as hell. This boy was quiet, but not in a necessarily antisocial way, but a...lost puppy way. He did not seem to know what to expect, or what was expected of him.

Dazai could change that. He could be the guiding force to give the commands. He felt a thrill roll through his body at the thought. 

Both him and the boy moved into the stalls to change. Dazai couldn't help the way his tongue licked his lips at the realization. Abuse huh? Perhaps...perhaps...it was too early to know for certain though it was obvious enough this boy was not one to self harm. Not that Dazai could get a picture of at least. 

And oh, the boy was so strong. He aced the rankings easily, and Dazai...well he was lucky that he was not thrown out and the teacher's threat of expelling them was merely that, a threat, a motivating factor laced with a somewhat expected feel. Dazai knew he could and would throw anyone out that he wanted, if he was unsatisfied with them. Dazai was stuck there no matter what, so perhaps it was more unfortunate that he was still enrolled. 

Still, he had gathered some very good information on his new project puppy. 

Chapter 8

Dazai did not hesitate, grabbing Todoroki-that was the boy's name-and pulling him out of the classroom the moment their lunch bell rang. Todoroki stumbled at the sudden shock of not having his quirk, but obediently followed nonetheless. Dazai couldn't help the way his lips ticked up, happy that he had deduced correctly. Todoroki was begging for an owner, and Dazai would willingly take up the mantal that he so desperately needed. He ignored the stares of others as he quite literally dragged and manhandled the infamous Second Hero's son to his bidding, dragging him to the cafeteria, and pushing him in front of him. 

"Get some food, I want to eat together." Dazai pouted. The boy did not look at him, did not respond verbally, but obediently lifted a tray and grabbed some soba, and some vegetables. Quite boring, to Dazai who instantly went for the steamed crab and rice, but it didn't matter. What did matter was the obedience. He liked it when he had puppies that listened. Chuuya only sometimes listened, and while it was entertaining to make the mutt listen, it was definitely not fun the longer it continued. Dazai didn't like having to force people to listen, he was not like Mori, no he prefered it when people listened to him without him having to force it, just like this precious Todoroki did. 

When his new puppy project was finished grabbing his food he just waited, stiff and still, for Dazai to once more wrap his arm around his and yank him towards a table, where he shoved the boy down, and sat on the opposite side of him. Dazai's tray clattered onto the table, and the boy he had set his sights on simply ate, robotically. Dazai stared at him, though this did not really seem to bother his new project, who simply continued to eat, Dazai picking at his food every now and then, as he continued to stare. Even when the boy was done, he simply placed his chopsticks down, and had his head bent politely towards the table, not to show weakness, but enough to show submission. 

"You are very much like a puppy," Dazai said, causing startled eyes to stare at him. Blue...very blue...very pretty, almost a shame really. Dazai was kind of jealous, but his hair often seemed to obscure the glorious blues. "Not in a bad way, of course," He shrugged nonchalantly. "But you are very puppylike. I like it." Todoroki tilted his head slightly, as though trying to figure out what he should say in response. "Don't say anything," Dazai said with a groan. "I don't like it when people speak." A sort of resolution came to the blue eyes, and his gaze dropped back down once more. Dazai hummed softly, wondering how long it would take the boy to break his new rule. He knew puppies. Puppies were not always good at listening. 

The boy was obviously trained, of course, likely by dear old daddy who abused him heavily, that was where the silence, the reservedness, and the obedience came from, but there was something else. A sort of moroseness to him. Dazai wondered whether the puppy would begin to see him as a new owner, at least at school. Puppies rarely had two owners, and he was excited to see which one of them would win. In this secret battle between Endeavour and Dazai. Not that anyone knew about it but Dazai himself. He knew though, bad owners rarely got to keep their puppies, no those puppies do one of three things. They either bit their owners and find new ones, they die, or they run away. His newest project had tumbled and found Dazai, and Dazai was quite eager to see how far he could go. 

Chapter 9

"What is your full name?" Dazai demanded, it was less a question, more of a command to answer. The boy before him tilted his head curiously, but answered nonetheless. 

"Shoto Todoroki," The voice was quiet, almost gentle in a way, a sort of hesitance when he spoke, as if he was not sure how he should respond, or in what way. Oh, Dazai's new puppy was so painfully socially inept it was almost pathetic. He had not known someone could be worse off than even himself, and yet here was was given a pup with such obvious need for a commander that it was almost pitiful watching him try and move about without one. 

"You are the son of...what was the dude's name..." Dazai tapped his lips playfully, but Shoto did not respond, just stared blankly, showing no reaction at his acting. "Oh yes, Endeavor, right?" Dazai did not bother stopped the slight curl of his lips as Shoto flinched-subtly-at the name. "His son?" 

"Yes," The words were curt, but not. They sounded curt, but really Shoto just answered his question with a certain degree of bluntness, something Dazai appreciated. A to the point sort of person. It was refreshing. 

"Looking to follow in daddy dearest footsteps Shoto?" Dazai could see the way his new puppy's fingers dug slightly into the table, but his response was interesting. 

"I am to surpass All Might." The words were clear cut, to the point, but disturbing in a way Dazai had not expected. 

"You are to surpass All Might?" Dazai tried to clarify, but the boy just nodded.

"Yes," Humming he wondered what exactly that meant. He did not know enough about Endeavor to truly paint a picture enough to figure it out, and he did not know enough about Shoto to draw conclusions between the lines. While the boy was not necessarily difficult to read, it was not the easiest thing either. There was something about how he said it though, and a certain disgust in his words, but a resigned feeling to them, that led Dazai to wonder if this boy's father was similar to Mori. Taking people and molding them into things he wanted, without a care about how it affected anyone else. 

He wondered just how similar himself and this Shoto were, but it was obvious they could not have been too similar. Shoto was far too different than he was. To obedient. Too subservient. There was a certain degree of hidden anger though, and Dazai knew how to see it well enough. If he could cultivate it, if he could stoke the flames, who knew what Shoto could become. 

Dazai hummed softly, but Shoto did not respond, simply stayed silent, waiting. He wondered how long it would take for the boy to break his rule of not speaking unless spoken to. Most teenagers would get discomforted in tense silence, but it seemed Shoto was either used to it, did not mind it, or was too obedient to think about disobeying...perhaps all three. Dazai stood abruptly, watching the way Shoto's fingers flexed against the table nervously. "Come," He ordered, his tone broking no argument. Shoto obeyed, standing and moving towards him, picking up both their trays and disposing of them, before walking just a bit quicker to meet Dazai at the front door. 

Dazai internally sighed. If his puppy was this obedient to a fault, he would have to keep a very close eye on him. He would not want him being taken advantage of...at least not by anyone else. Dazai moved and quickly snatched his wrist, ignoring the flinch, and pulling him easily away from the cafeteria, ignoring the stares that they got. Todoroki did not fight him, did not attempt to pull his arm out of the grip of Dazai's own, did not even question where or what Dazai was doing. He just followed. 

Dazai felt a shiver of pleasure roll down his spine at the thought that perhaps he could take a bit of his own power back. He wanted to know Shoto more, get to understand what made him tick. Wanted to see him lose control. More than anything, it left him feeling a bit more settled controlling something, even if that something was actually someone. 

Chapter 10

Dazai encountered little to no resistance from Shouto the rest of the day. He pulled him along from class to class, shoved him into his chairs, and not once did the boy break the rule of not speaking until spoken to. Not once. It really did baffle him. He knew that the puppy was obedient, but the degree to which he obeyed left something gross pull through him. Dazai clicked his tongue behind his teeth as he watched Shotou leave the school grounds. He could not help but worry, and of course this was entirely because he needed his puppy to be loyal to him, and someone who was so subservient could cause problems. Dazai wondered what the hell Endeavour had done to his kid, and he could not help but worry that nobody had noticed it either. Didn't these teacher's pride themselves on saving people, on helping their students? 

Dazai's dark eyes watched as Aizawa moved them into the house. Perhaps he could get some more information. Surely. The other had seemed to legitimately care for those under his class. Furthermore, if the Principal had so easily handed Dazai off to him, it was obvious that Aizawa seemed to have a tendency to take in stray kids. If the one he currently had around was not obvious enough, Dazai being thrust under his care was. His eyes moved from Aizawa to Hitoshi, the strange boy, with purple hair and eyes. There was definitely something haunted in his expression, some history there. Not like Todoroki, who was all obedience and shyness, but something sharper, more dangerous. 

Dazai plopped himself down on the couch and contemplated his options. He could talk to Aizawa, but he felt it may be a bit too soon for that. As much as he had high expectations, it had only been 24 hours, the classes had just barely started, and Todoroki's odd behavior is not likely to ring a bell until at least a few more days, but perhaps he could push things along...just a little bit. His eyes snapped up to the purple haired boy's who was holding a cup out for him.

"Just take a drink before Aizawa gets all pissy." He mumbled. Dazai hummed, taking the cup from him, and slowly inspecting it. The liquid didn't seem to have anything strange. It was just water, but he also knew many things could just be water, at least in appearance. 

"What do you know about this...this...Endeavor fellow?" Hitoshi winced slightly at the question. 

"Why? This anything to do with you yanking Todoroki around like a pup on a leash?" Dazai couldn't help but let his lips curl up in amusement as he was clearly not the only one who saw the comparison. 

"Just curious." He said simply. Hitoshi scoffed, clearly not buying it, but answered his question nonetheless. 

"Well, not a lot of people like him. Obviously he is famous, has tons of fans, does decent work, but nobody likes working with him. From what I could gather, most pro heros think he's a prick. Honestly he kinda acts like it too. Not to sure how it is that he has so many fans. He also has the worst casualty rate of any of the heroes. Sure, he is a fire guy, and fire is super destructive, but the amount of villains that just end up buried instead of charged..." Hitoshi shook his head solemnly. "Like I don't believe its just a coincidence. Aizawa apparently met him once, didn't leave a very favourable impression." 

"I take it you don't like him much either?" Dazai questioned lightly as he sipped on the water. It tasted just like water too. 

"Not really. He's kinda loud, and has a really short temper. He's rude too. I know not everyone likes the journalists and such, but even still. He's insulted more people on camera than any other hero I've seen." Hitoshi shook his head again, this time with a sigh. "He really is annoying. I'm not sure how he scaled so high up in the ranks. I honestly thought his son would be a lot more like him, but Todoroki seems really quiet." Dazai tossed the cup towards Hitoshi, tilting his head a bit. 

"I want to tell you something, but just like last night, you mustn't say a word." Hitoshi rolled his eyes, folded his arms across his chest, and glared at him.

"I think I've proven to be very capable of keeping secrets, thank you." Dazai didn't deign it with a response, but pushed forwards. If he could get this kid on his side to help...things could go a lot faster.

"I think Endeavor abuses Shouto." Hitoshi stared at him, as if trying to process what he just said. Fingers went to temples, and Hitoshi slumped on the couch next to him. 

"Are you sure?" 

"I yanked him around everywhere today, gave him a few orders, he didn't bother disobeying or even trying to pull away. He also didn't change in front of anyone, which means he probably has something he's trying to hide." 

"That isn't a lot to go off of." 

"Not yet." 

Chapter 11

Really more people should appreciate Hitoshi, Dazai was able to cut through so much red tape and blundering with his quirk. Was it ethical? Most certainly not and should Aizawa find out that he and Hitoshi were out mind controlling people in order to get more information on Shoto and Endeavor he was undboutedly going to lecture them about morals, and why they cannot be doing that, and how future heros should...blah...blah...blah. Dazai did not really care. After all, Morals were nothing more than hindering blocks. Mori would be proud of how Dazai was using every tool in his arsenal, which honestly just made him want to gag at the mere thought. The fact that Mori hadn't come hunting down and breathing down Dazai's neck was a welcome change to how things normally were, and if this was his future, well he could not really complain. He liked his work, but at the same time Mori was an absolute creep that unfortunately had enough backing it was not justifiable for Dazai to just kill him. He wanted to though, he had thought about it time and a gain. Yet, if the wrong person took over the mafia...oh well Dazai knew full well how that would go because he had lived through it. Death, murder, inexplicable child traficking. Sure, Dazai was little better than the worst of them all, but at least he kept things neat and clean...unlike some others Dazai could name. 

While the information that Dazai managed to acquire with his new partner's help was not much, it was enough to tell a story. One which it was clear HItoshi did not like. 

Nobody had ever gone to Endeavors house. Nobody that they had talked to, at least. Dazai had half a mind to ask Shoto to come over, and see what he would say, but HItoshi said that was a bad idea, at least until he could also come without drawing attention or questions. They had agreed that over the next week or two Hitoshi would work on trying to come around Shoto's circle to engage with him. once the two were friends, or at least as close as Dazai cared to wait, they would bring up the idea. They needed to get a bit more data, and being in the house would give them valuable information. Dazai was practically trembling with excitement. In a world where Mori was gone, there was no mafia, and he wasn't forced into missions or lessons (unbearable torture) every day, or recovering, he had to say this was definitely the next best thing. 

Beyond that, very few had seen the ellusive two other children of Endeavor. Dazai hadn't even known there had been other children. Apparently there was another boy and a girl, but nobody really spoke with them, and they had only ever seen the girl fleetingly, usually to pick Shoto up from the building, whether it was the Academy, the place he lived, or the hero headquarters. That was assuming anyone even caught a look at who was driving, because more often than not the tinted windows never lowered and nobody ever spoke inside. The secret was getting Dazai excited just thinking about exposing it. The boy was never seen. And some suspected there was a third child outside of Shoto, but nobody had ever heard of him, and that had never been confirmed. 

The mom was in a mental institution. There was a lot of running theories as to why, but Dazai did not need to bother with those, he could just ask Shoto what had happened there. He doubted the other would lock up too much, he seemed to only really do that when Endeavor was mentioned. Dazai hadn't seen him freak about anything outside of fathers or endeavor. Those were the only two things liable to make Shoto super uncomfortable. IT was really a miracle nobody else in the class had noticed (barring Hitoshi now) because despite it only being two days, Dazai had been able to notice almost immediately. Of course, he was called a prodigy for a reason, but it was super annoying when others simply failed to keep up with him. 

Dazai himself knew that Shoto was impressive. His quirk was impressive, his control even more so, clearly he had been trained, and he had even admitted as much before to their classmates when hounded about how he had managed to get so good. Something which Dazai was certain would set Bakugo off again if it was mentioned (which had him wondering if he should do it, just to gather more intel, he was not really sure though, because unlike his own previous puppy and his puppy in the making Bakugo was far less predictable). Outside of that, Shoto did extremely well academically, despite not really ever paying attention. Dazai had seen him zoning out more than once. At least he had put up a show of paying attention, but Shoto did not even bother for that much. 

All in all, a grim picture was beginning to paint itself. While HItoshi was getting more and more morose about it, he personally was more and more excited. He was not above using HItoshi's emotions to manipulate him into doing exactly what he wanted, and that was precisely what Dazai was doing. He had no shame in that. He wanted to know what it was Shoto was hiding, and he fully intended to do so. Besides, he was stuck in this weird place, he may as well shake things up a bit.

What better way to shake things up than rip Endeavors sweet precious puppy out of his fiery hands? Oh, to get Shoto to turn on the number two hero? It would be almost poetic.

Chapter 12

Dazai watched as Hitoshi slowly slid up to both him and Shoto while they waited for the parents to arrive, or in Shoto's case, his sister, or driver, or whoever. Dazai had never been able to pin down exactly who it was, something which lowkey irked him. This had been going on the last few days. Unfortunately, Dazai did not think he was really getting anywhere with Shoto and Hitoshi becoming friends. It was not that Shoto was...unlikeable, or even that Hitoshi was, he just didn't think they meshed. Perhaps it was because both of them were so painfully socially awkward. It was almost as bad as Dazai himself, and that was pitiful. Still, determination and all that nonesense. Dazai, however, was getting impatient. He did not want to wait much longer. So, he figured, why should he? At this point in time, Shoto didn't blink when Hitoshi joined them at lunch, and he even gave stilted, but seemingly genuine greetings to the other, something he noticed was in distint lack to most of their other classmates. 

"Shoto," Dazai began, abruptly breaking the routine silence that the three had going on. Shoto startled, slightly, barely enough for most to notice, but with Dazai's hand on his shoulder, he did. The subtle twitch in muscles, a slight aborted flinch as Dazai's quirk washed over him, but nothing more. Just a turn of his head, a tilt, a side glance as he waited for Dazai to continue. Which Dazai did, gleefully. His puppy was even better trained than he would wish. The last week had done wonders for Shoto anticipating what Dazai wanted. He did not even have to ask most of the time anymore. "Invite me over." It was not a question, and Dazai watched. Shoto's entire body jolted slightly, It was about the biggest flinch Dazai had noted from him so far, a success if one were to ask him. He personally felt that this was something to be celebrated.  Quite an exciting situation, though he could see Hitoshi beginning to usher a glare his way, he gleefully ignored it and pouted, leaning on Shoto further. "I have been wanting to meet your siblings for foreveeerrr, and I know Hitoshi does too. Everyone else seems to know except for us, and honestly that is so unfair since we are your best friends." Shoto's eyes widened at Dazai's utterance. 

"Best friends?" He whispered, almost as if it was just too much to even consider. 

"Of course!" Dazai brushed off Shoto's almost dazed question. "Why else are we hanging out every day?" 

"I suppose, just for a bit, it can't hurt. But you must leave before five thirty. Endeavor gets off then." Dazai nodded sagely, and internally wondered how nobody else noticed the strained relationship between the number two hero and his son considering Shoto never calls him dad or anything of the like. Only ever referred to by his name or his hero name.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 16 of not on my wattpad
• Part 17 of One Of Their Fandom Stories
• Part 9 of Unfinished