Chapter 1: Erasure, Erasure, not Erasure?
Chapter Text
Dazai Osamu was tired. Tired of the Port Mafia, tired of people leaving, tired of all of it. He wanted the pain to stop, he didn’t like pain, yet the world provided him with so much of it.
His feet were slightly over the edge of the tallest building in Yokohama, his prison, his workplace, his hell. The Port Mafia building.
“I’m sorry Odasaku.” He stepped over the edge, falling headfirst as he tilted himself as he fell through the air, taking in Yokohama’s beauty for what he believed to be the last time.
“Goodbye, Chuuya” He closed his eyes, the horrible black coat flying off him, almost as if the universe was finally freeing him from all the wrongness in this foul world.
He didn’t expect to wake up.
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“Hizashi, I’m just going to grab some stuff from the shop, be back in a bit” The raven-haired man called out to his husband, who made a sound of acknowledgement.
The man, Aizawa Shouta, stepped out of his humble home, and was met with-
A body? A small, bleeding figure sprawled out at a few unnatural angles on the floor outside his house. What on earth?
He gently crouched down and turned the figure into their back. And inhaled sharply. It was a boy, bandages covering one eye, brown, tousled hair clumped with blood and dirt, body covered with bandages. Worryingly underweight. He looked a similar age to Aizawa’s students. How did he get into this state?
Aizawa checked the boy’s pulse. He was alive, breathing steadily. Aizawa gently picked up the boy, careful not to jostle his wounds, and carried him inside the house.
“Sho? Back already-“ Hizashi paled at the crippled figure in his husband’s arms.
“I don’t know what happened to him, I stepped outside and he was just on the floor.” Aizawa stared down at the boy, who was either asleep or unconscious, it was hard to tell.
Hizashi signaled for Aizawa to put him down on the sofa, and Aizawa did that.
Where had this kid come from?
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Dazai wasn’t dead. He was painfully aware of that fact, when he awoke on an unfamiliar object, a leather couch perhaps? Mori didn’t own one, so perhaps Chuuya? No he wouldn’t own something tacky like that. Dazai felt a draft on his arm, and a sick feeling settled in his stomach as he felt the leather of the sofa on his now bare arms. His bandages weren’t there, as they should be.
What.
The Demon Prodigy kept his eyes shut, waiting with baited breath. Where was he? Who has bought him here? What did they want? More of Mori’s men? No, he wasn’t restrained. An enemy perhaps? No, it didn’t make sense.
“How long do you think he’ll be out for?” A voice, male, perhaps in his thirties, with a slightly energetic tone spoke softly, maybe to another person in the room, and Dazai was painfully aware of two sets of eyes on him.
“He’s awake already.” A gruff voice spoke, another male, tired sounding tone.
Dazai opened his eyes. They had taken his eye bandage too. Not that it really affected whether he could see out that eye anyway. He was blind through his right eye due to Mori’s shenanigans.
A tired-looking face greeted him.
Dazai wanted to go back to Chuuya.
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Aizawa Shouta frowned. This kid was on edge. Understandable, but still odd.
“Hey kid” His husband, the forever extrovert, broke the silence. “Are you feeling better?”
The boy, who Aizawa noted had heterochromia where one of his eyes was lighter (due to Dazais blindness, this is a Headcannon btw don’t attack me) but they were both still shades of brown, didn’t answer.
Hizashi shuffled worriedly next to Aizawa.
Was this kid a mute? Or just nervous?
“I’m Hizashi Yamada! Also known as Pro Hero Present Mic! What’s your name kid?” Hizashi again broke the silence, and this time the kid actually responded.
“Dazai” He mumbled. “Where am I?” He looked disturbed slightly, and he had an accent, he was Japanese of course, but he seemed to be from a different area of Japan.
“Musutafu?” The blond man smiled at the brunette, who frowned for a second, before schooling his expression to a blank one.
What an odd child.
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Dazai Osamu didn’t like this one bit.
Was this blond guy taking the piss out of him? Musutafu? Where’s that? Dazai knew every city outside Yokohama even without visiting them due to Mori’s home schooling, and Musutafu definitely wasn’t mentioned.
“Musutafu?” Dazai echoes.
The man nods “Yup! You from around here? We can get you back to your parents!”
Dazai swallowed. Was this a fever dream? Did he hit his head too hard when he hit the ground? Had Mori found him and drugged him into delusion again?
Dazai went with the safest option.
“My parents are dead.” He said, altering his tone to a wobbly one, simply to play his cards to promote sympathy, he didn’t know, or really care what had become of his family members, he just needed to pull at the heart strings of this Yamada guy at least.
This was going to be interesting. Very interesting indeed.
Chapter 2: Energy, Tiredness and Oddness
Summary:
Aizawa doesn’t fully trust this stranger in his house, but his husband does. There’s something off about him, but the raven-haired man can’t put his finger on it.
Notes:
Hello! Welcome to Chapter 2! Thankyou for reading Chapter 1, and I hope you enjoy this Chapter!
Good morning/evening!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Aizawa Shouta, otherwise known as Eraserhead, didn’t trust this brunette on his sofa, in his home, his safe place.
What was with the clothes? Was he a villain? Working as a spy to kill Hizashi and him in their sleep?
No, Aizawa was just being silly.
The boy had said he was 15 years old, and he was extremely underweight, and any food his husband gave him got nibbled at the most. Perhaps an eating disorder? Or at least a dislike for food? Aizawa’s eyes were narrowed and he was staring at the boy intensely.
“Are you alright Mister?” Dazai (he introduced himself last chapter, so Aizawa will switch between boy and Dazai to reference him) glanced at him, his bare arms tucked under the blanket to hide what was there, even though the two men had already seen it when they undid his bandages.
“Mister?” The boy frowned. Aizawa blinked.
“Apologies.” Aizawa turned his gaze to the TV, not really watching it but he didn’t want to make the boy more uncomfortable with his staring.
The boy continued of stare at Aizawa, perhaps like payback. An eye for an eye.
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Dazai didn’t like the look of the guy who kept staring at him. He didn’t like the loud guy either, but this hobo-looking guy felt off. Like he was dissecting him. Dazai didn’t like being dissected. When he finished his weird staring at Dazai, Dazai stared at him intently, lost in his own train of thoughts about the man.
“You didn’t introduce yourself” Dazai said, relaxing back onto the sofa. “Only your husband, Yamada-San did.”
The man huffs “Aizawa, get some sleep Problem Child” and walks off, probably to his room as it’s quite late at night.
The corner of Dazai’s mouth lifts up, almost into a smile.
This was going to be too much fun.
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Hizashi was already in bed, and Aizawa stepped into the room.
“Is he okay?” Hizashi looked up from reading his book, and Aizawa nodded.
“He’s fine, don’t you think there’s something weird about him though?” He sighed, getting into bed with his husband.
“He’s probably just scared, he’s injured, in random house somewhere, with no clue where he is whatsoever” Hizashi chuckled.
Aizawa nodded.
Still odd
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Dazai couldn’t breathe. There were eyes, so many eyes, so many hands, he didn’t like it. There were dogs barking, Dazai’s chest felt contricted.
Mori, he wanted Mori. (Can I just say this isn’t a sweet thing that he wants Mori, he’s just been manipulated into thinking that Mori will make all the bad things go away)
He thrashed about. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off. Get off.
GET
OFF
“Kid!” There were hands. Dazai didn’t want hands, and he recoiled.
He wanted it to go away
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Aizawa was awoken with faint mumbling. His husband, who was now slightly deaf, didn’t pick up on the noise, and Aizawa crept out of bed, into the lounge. And stood still.
The boy was asleep, but quite distressed. He kept murmuring to himself, and Aizawa quietly crouched down next to him.
He kept saying get off.
“Kid” Aizawa said gently. No answer.
“Kid?” Aizawa poked Dazai carefully. No answer.
“Kid!” He put his hand on Dazai’s shoulder and he flinched back, as if Aizawa had burned him. His eyes snapped open, but he wasn’t really registering what was happening, was he having a panic attack?
“Kid, it’s Aizawa, you need to calm down” The brunette was curled up, breathing heavily, shrunk in on himself.
This was quite worrying. “Kid, listen to my voice okay?” Aizawa continued talking.
“Breathe in, 1, 2, 3, and breathe out, 1, 2, 3.” Aizawa demonstrated, and Dazai did something that sort of resembled what Aizawa was doing, so it was good enough for him.
“You’re doing great keep going, breathe in, 1, 2, 3, and breathe out, 1, 2, 3,” The brunette blinked, he seemed to have calmed down to be able to see Aizawa and what was going on.
“Name me five things you can see” Aizawa instructed.
“You, the TV, Hizashi, the couch, and the door” Dazai said, calming down now.
Wait. Aizawa turned his head. Hizashi was standing there.
“Did I wake you up?” Aizawa asked, and Hizashi nodded.
“Little listener, name five things you can feel” Hizashi smiles encouragingly and Dazai nodded. “The couch, my clothes, the blanket, the couch cushions and my socks” He had fully calmed down now.
Hizashi smiled, sitting crossed legged.
This poor kid has some issues.
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Dazai pulled out his phone. He wanted his slug, he would know what to do.
Aizawa-San watched him carefully.
He pressed the call button for Chuuya and was met with-
[We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or no longer in service. If you feel you have reached this recording in error, please check the number and try your call again]
Dazai felt sick. What? He tried Kouyou, same result, he tried Hirotsu, same result. He even tried Mori, same result. An unsteady feeling built up in Dazai’s stomach, he was going to be sick.
“Need bathroom” he managed to get out, and Aizawa pointed to a door and Dazai bolted to it.
What had happened?
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That was weird. All the boy’s contacts weren’t real numbers? Aizawa checked the beginning of the number, it was +81. There was no reason for the number to not work.
Retching could be heard and Hizashi was at the door already.
“Dazai-San? It’s Hizashi, can I come in?” His husband knocked on the door, nervous.
This kid was something else.
Notes:
YEAH CHAPTER 2 FINISHED! LET’S GO!
Also Japanese Honorifics time!San - Mr / Mrs (used for people of the same status)
Sama - Sir / Ma’am (Used for higher ups, such as guests)
Kun - Boy / Bro (People of junior status, technically referring to boys)
Chan - Little (Refers to small children, close friends or something cute)
Tan - Used for babies
Senpai - Senior colleague or classmates
Sensei - Authority figures (Teachers, police, lawyers)Bye for now!
Chapter 3: He Didn’t (DEDICATIONS AT THE END)
Summary:
Dazai hurts himself and Aizawa acts like he doesn’t care, but he’s petrified.
Notes:
HIII! Two chapters in one day 😁!
Have fun reading!
Also, mentions and desc of SH in this chapter, so if that’s a TW, feel free to skip this chapter! I’ll do a summary of this chapter next chapter so dw!
Also graphic vomiting? Idk if it’s graphic butttt, you’ve been warned.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Why was this happening? Why weren’t the calls going through? Was it someone’s ability? Was this whole situation an ability? No, he would of nullified it by now. Why. Why. Why.
He wanted his partner.
“Dazai-kun?” Yamada-san’s voice could be heard the other side of the door and Dazai felt sick. Only Mori called him that. Dazai didn’t like Mori. Mori hurt. He felt sick. He was going to be sick. Shit.
He shoved the toilet seat open and vomited, retching and gagging. He wanted it to stop. He didn’t like this world, yet it cruelly kept him alive. He hated it.
He coughed and spluttered, breathing heavily, his face was wet. He touched it. He was..
He was crying?
No, that mustn’t be right, the Demon Prodigy doesn’t cry. Only weaklings cry. He can’t, he won’t cry. God, how pathetic is he?
“Kid? You need to answer or we’ll break this door, we’re worried about you” Aizawa-San knocked on the door.
He wanted it all to go away. And then he saw it.
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(PLEASE DO NOT PARTICIPATE IN THIS NEXT POV PART IF YOU SH OR ARE EASY TO RELAPSE, I REALLY DO NOT WANT ANY OF YOU LOVELY PEOPLE DOING THIS, THERE IS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL I PROMISE YOU.)
That was it. Hizashi looked like he was about to cry, and Dazai had stopped vomiting. He shoved his shoulder into the door, and it creaked slightly. He kept doing it until the door splintered, and stuck his hand in to unlock the lock. And he froze.
(I AM WARNING YOU NOW, THIS NEXT PART WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC SELF HARM. PROCEED WITH CAUTION)
Blood. It was seeping all down his arm, completely drenching it. There was so much, coming from multiple different wounds. Shit.
He walked in gently, seeing the razor still in Dazai’s hand.
“Hey kid, you need to put the razor down okay?” He said gently. No reply.
“Kid, look at me” Aizawa frowned. Was this kid autistic? He seemed to have dissociated, but if Aizawa moved suddenly, Dazai could get spooked and accidentally hurt Aizawa, or worse, himself.
“Dazai, you need to listen to me, I’m going to slowly take the razor off you and then stop the blood okay?” Aizawa’s tone was comforting, and he hoped Dazai registered what he had said, otherwise Aizawa was screwed.
He leant forward, prying the boy’s fingers off the razor gently, barely daring to breathe in worry of startling him. And, grabbed the razor, exhaling quietly.
What had happened to this kid?
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Dazai didn’t like blood. He didn’t look at what he had done to his arm. He didn’t look at Aizawa, even when he touched him. He didn’t move, just sat, blankly.
Aizawa-San gently picked up his arm and started cleaning the blood off. He would see the mangled scarring from previous missions, and Mori, and his own self-inflicted ones. For once, Dazai didn’t really care. He felt empty, cold. Just like he did with Mori. But Aizawa-San didn’t scold Dazai, or croon at him about his scars, he simply cleaned them and stopped the bleeding. He didn’t ask questions, or give him piteous looks. He was simply there.
And Dazai appreciated that.
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Aizawa waited until he had bandaged Dazai’s injuries, before stepping into his own bedroom, before losing his composure. Jesus fucking Christ. His..his arm was completely mauled, and Aizawa could tell he hadn’t even inflicted half of them. There were gunshot scars, surgical scars, scars in a pattern, and some that were blindly done, as if they hadn’t been looked at. The man felt sick, not with disgust, but with worry, pure worry. He had left Hizashi to comfort Dazai, he couldn’t take it anymore.
That was horrific. What had triggered it?
Notes:
Thankyou for reading chapter 3! This was motivated by https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rockstarhyuka/pseuds/Rockstarhyuka and Dazais mafia port (Guest)!
CHAPTER 4 OUT TOMORROW BY 2PM! THEN CHAPTER 5 OUT TOMORROW BY 12AM!
Good morning/evening!
Chapter 4: Blue Hair Off
Summary:
Hello! This is my first time writing in Hizashi's POV so we're going to try it! >_<.
Also, rundown of last chapter, Dazai relapsed quite badly, Aizawa freaked out and yep.
Notes:
WELCOME, WELCOME! Yes I know, I slammed y'all in the face with angst, sorry not sorry :D
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Hizashi was in shock. This poor boy, what on earth had happened to him? His body went into autopilot, wrapping Dazai's wounds up and disinfecting them.
Dazai remained still and silent the whole time. Hizashi had so many questions.
Why did the phones all say the same thing?
Why did Dazai have so many scars?
Did he have scars all over his body?
What warranted his normal reaction to physical touch?
There were so many questions and no answers. It pained Hizashi but he knew he shouldn't intrude.
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Dazai didn't understand. He had never heard of Musutafu, the phone lines for Yokohama didn't work, and there were these things called Pro Heroes. He was confused, and vulnerable to these two men who had bought him into their home. He didn't trust them. He wanted Mori, who was smart enough to understand all the variables, who was able to comfort him in a sickly way, but the only way Dazai understood.
He hated this. Yamada-San was pitying him, and Dazai hated pity. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
"Going for a walk." Dazai stood up abruptly as Yamada-San finished bandaging him up. The blond looked surprised.
"Uh- Dazai-kun.. I don't think that's a good idea- we need to talk about.." Dazai ignored the fumbling blond, and walked out the house, into the...
Jesus why was is so bright? There were posters of ridiculous looking people, and bright, cheerful colours were everywhere. It bought on a headache and a half. Dazai groaned, and strolled down the street. Maybe he'd find a nice crab shop, or better yet, a nice bridge to jump off. Or maybe a way out this damn bright city. God. He strolled down the street, still wearing his blood-stained shirt from before, his tie and his slightly ripped trousers. He looked a right state. All the pedestrians moved away from him silently, some giving dirty looks, others giving him worried ones. Both pissed Dazai off.
There was a boy mumbling, head down, writing something as he walked and not paying attention in front of him, and he walked straight into Dazai. The brunette stumbled back, nearly falling if a hand didn't grab him.
"Ah! Mr I'm so- are you okay..?" It was a green-haired boy, face dusted with freckles, with wide green eyes. He wore a blue shirt with writing on it, and black shorts. His hand was still on Dazai's arm.
"Get off." Was all Dazai said. The green-haired boy flinched, but didn't let go.
"U-Uh, I think you're injured! So I'll take you to a hospital okay?" The green-haired boy nodded to himself, and Dazai internally scowled, this boy's hand was holding his wrist tightly, and Yamada-San had only just bandaged his rage up.
"I said. Get. Off" Dazai gave the boy his best hard stare, but still, the boy didn't relent. How fucking annoying. He merely shook his head.
"You're bleeding, you need medical help!" This shithead was really getting on his nerves now. Dazai raised his hand as if to slap the boy-
"DAZAI!" Aizawa-San was racing towards him. What was he yelling for? The green-haired boy's eyes widened.
"Pro Hero Eraserhead?" He mumbled.
Aizawa-San stood next to Dazai, giving him a glare.
"You scared Hizashi when you ran off" The raven-haired man scolded and Dazai didn't say anything. Aizawa-San's eyes fell on the boy holding Dazai's arm.
This was really pissing him off.
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"Hey, get off him please." Aizawa sighed. His hand was on the bandages covering Dazai's...things, and the tired man was pretty sure it was hurting Dazai, however much he tried to hide it.
"P-Pro Hero!" The green-haired boy nodded, let go and bowed. "Sorry! I thought he needed medical attention!"
Aizawa gave Dazai a glance and exhaled. "We forgot to give you new clothes, sorry kid." Dazai shook his head. "Don't want em" He scowled slightly and the raven-haired man rubbed his temple.
"Dazai, you're walking round scaring people, you need new clothes" Aizawa was losing it. He had just calmed down half an hour ago, he wasn't about to lose it again.
Dazai huffed. "Whatever" Was all Aizawa got.
This kid was a serious pain in his ass.
Notes:
CHAPTER 5 COMING OUT TOMORROW MORNING BY 9:30am UK TIME!
Chapter 5: You Infuriate Me
Summary:
Dazai and Present Mic shopping and Dazai doesn’t have any sanity left for the 30 year old man.
Notes:
I’m really sorry I didn’t post when I said I was going to! I had to go to a funeral and my holiday has been so damn busy 😭😭
I’ve had a few questions so I’m just gonna clarify: This takes place in the months when Izuku gets his quirk from All Might and is training with him for the Entrance Exam!
Also, yes, Dazai is in another universe, ao3 logic don’t ask 😀
Musutafu is still set 300 years in the future and Yokohama still exists but the BSD Yokohama never did. E.g, no black PM Sky Scrapers.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
That was it. Yamada-San was about to get a fist to the face. The infuriating man had made him try on every colorful item of clothing under the sun. Dazai was not happy.
“Ooh! Ooh! What about this one!” Yamada-San held a dark blue turtleneck jumper in his hand, and black jeans in the other. It was decent enough.
“I’ll try it.” Was all Dazai said, taking the clothes from the blond and going into the changing room.
What a bothersome day.
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Hizashi was so excited to bond with Dazai. Shota and him had decided to try and build a stable relationship with them based off of trust and respect! They were going to help Dazai. No matter what.
The brunet shuffled out the changing room and Hizashi squealed excitedly.
“Dazai-kun! You look amazing! All the teens will fall for you!!” The blond rambled on and on.
He was happy to spend time with this teenager.
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Dazai examined himself in the mirror. He didn’t look too bad. The jumper made him look more sophisticated, and made his body look fuller, making him look less skinny. Which was fine. Totally. And the jeans went with the outfit. Black does go with everything after all.
Perhaps Yamada-San’s taste wasn’t totally horrific after all.
He regrets every nice thing he ever said about the man.
The blond is currently on a tangent about how the outfit suits Dazai, and is currently squealing like a teenage girl whose crush breathed in her direction. Truly headache inducing.
How irritating. He might keep the clothes though.
Notes:
Thankyou for reading! See you next chapter!
Chapter 6: Funny Things Like That
Summary:
Dazai meets Nezu.
Aizawa will not have it.
Nezu is not sigma.
Notes:
HOLY SHIT! 1,000+ HITS?! 81 KUDOS? Thank you so much!
I feel bad for not uploading sooner but I’ve been struggling with some personal issues recently, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Text
Dazai had been staying with Yamada-san and Aizawa-San for a few weeks now. In all honesty, the two husbands weren’t that bad. Yamada was obnoxiously loud sometimes, but otherwise a sweet enough man. Aizawa was too observant, but still, a caring man.
Dazai wished he hadn’t met them. They didn’t deserve the.. pain he would bring them. They truly were nice people. Dazai felt sick. Were they making him..
Soft?
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Aizawa didn’t trust Nezu one bit. The creature was far too intellectual for the ravenette’s liking, and was always up to something. He practically had Musutafu in his hand, being the principal of U.A., having high up contacts and being smart enough to manipulate someone without them even realizing.
He didn’t trust Nezu’s intentions with Dazai either. Once Aizawa had told the creature about his ward, the shorter had eagerly wished Dazai to enter U.A. and to have a chat with him. Odd, but who was Aizawa to argue with the man who could bring down his career with a swift sentence?
Still...it’s not like he was worried about Nezu meeting Dazai. No, that truly wasn’t it.
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Dazai stared at the creature intently.
“Am I a dog or a mouse or a bear? More importantly... I'm the principal!" This Nezu guy seemed cheerfully fake.
Finally, someone Dazai could get on parr with.
The two geniuses sat opposite each other, a chess board in between them.
This was too much fun.
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Aizawa watched the two intently. He noted, with interest, how Dazai managed to beat the Principal in some instances. It was almost like they were on the same IQ level. Which, was truly horrifying to think about, someone with an intelligence quirk managing to get bested by someone who had naturally inhumane IQ.
He had no clue how to play chess though. He simply observed their faces. The slight glint in the Principal’s eye when Dazai took a move the creature didn’t expect, or the way Dazai’s lip curved up at the corner when Nezu managed to do something Dazai didn’t expect. It was almost horrifying.
“Young man, what is your quirk?” Nezu moved a piece and waited for the brunette to make his move.
“Nullification.” Was simply what Dazai said, he wasn’t one to give away everything, or extra information, instead you had to ask many a painstaking question. Which always left you with more questions thanks to the brunette’s answering skills. Aizawa almost suspected the boy did it on purpose.
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“We’re done here, Eraserhead” The Principal finally concluded. “I’ve quite enjoyed our time Dazai-San, we’ll have to play again sometime.” He beamed.
Dazai, looked equally as interested. “Agreed. Goodbye Mr Creature!”
It was like staring at two unstable people. How unnerving. Aizawa straightened up.
“So Dazai is able to be put on the entrance exam list?”
“Indeed! I’ll add him myself, his intellect is truly astounding!” Nezu chirped.
Aizawa regretted introducing Dazai to the Principal. The creature always had a motive up his sleeve, and it tended to not always work out very well for the person who the motive was aimed at.
How bothersome.
Chapter 7: Nedzu and Aizawa chat.
Summary:
Nedzu’s a little bitch and won’t answer Aizawa’s questions properly.
Notes:
...yes I’m back.
Again!!! Yay!!... WHATEVER JUST READ.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“So you’ll let the kid try out for the Entrance Exam?” Aizawa asked the Principal, Nedzu, after being summoned to his office during his lunch break.
“It depends!” The rat chirped, with a ulterior notice glinting in his beady eyes.
“On what? You spoke with him, surely you’ve decided.” Aizawa was losing his patience, why couldn’t he just get yes or no answers instead of Nedzu being complicated for once?
“I would like to have a private conversation with him to fully determine whether he’s eligible.” Nedzu smiled politely, the same smile he uses to bullshit the HSPC and parents.
“You don’t have a private conversation with the other thousand plus kids trying out the exam” Aizawa huffs, Nedzu was taking the mickey now.
“Indeed, but he’s a special case from what you’ve told me Shouta-Kun. I’m sure Dazai-Kun will understand” Nedzu smiled again, watching Aizawa’s facial expression carefully.
Aizawa tensed slightly. Having been mentored by Nedzu, he knew the rat’s honorifics all too well. By his use of -Kun, he was demonstrating that he had claimed Dazai, his instincts had kicked in. Just like they had with Aizawa. Aizawa didn’t have a problem with the honorifics, but once Nedzu learned about who or whom had done things to Dazai, he would take great pleasure in tearing them down from whatever status they were at, his sadism shining though for his property. Rat instincts or whatever, that’s how Nedzu had made it sound.
Still, Nedzu was still an animal, he took pleasure in toying with people, no matter who they were or what had happened to them. They fascinated him, and his hatred was hidden under his bullshitting smile, shining through in his sadism or dislike for organizations or people.
Notes:
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