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Once upon a time, Dazai was happy. His brain was stimulated, he engaged in fascinating things, and he was happy. Once upon a time, Dazai met possibly the most interesting thing to happen in his life. Once upon a time, boredom never plagued him, never even let him slip and descend to the bottom of the fiery hell.

Simply because Dazai knew not boredom, but strange curiousity towards everything in life.

That changed quickly. Too quickly in fact that even he is unsure when it all changed. Or perhaps the pace was so slow that he could, in no way, pin point the exact time.

But those days of happiness had passed like sand through his fingers. The world grew boring, his curiousity died down. Mind not stimulated, his expected outcomes always coming, world grew dull and colorless.

Boredom so strong, he couldn’t bear living anymore. Looking for the meaning of life is meaningless. His parents neglectful, school so boring he might as well set it on fire, and oh… oh so bored that death is the only mystery he couldn’t ever solve.

Dazai never had any reason to live. Because once upon time his reason was seeing everything the world had to offer. And then it was finding a companion, an equal. Yet now, there’s nothing. So when he’d tried to commit suicide and finally know what awaits after death, Dazai opened his eyes again.

Bored and oh so tired of the dull world, the doctor who condemned Dazai introduced him to the world so black that one cannot possibly go back to the light after witnessing it. And to Dazai, this was an unseen, unexplored world.

A world where he knew nothing and therefore, worth extending his absolutely boring life.

He knew what he was getting into, Mori- the doctor who had revived him- explained all the details. Dazai deduced the rest. The genius had an interesting revelation upon joining the mafia, that this world, so black and so wrong, he fit in like a snug cat in a particularly comfortable box. Somewhere they shouldn’t be in, yet still finds comfort from it somehow.

Killing came naturally to him, Dazai could even say that it was fascinating, morbid, but so absolutely fascinating. Torturing another was enjoyable. Yes, so so so enjoyable. Humans, they are such funny, silly creatures. They are all the same yet they all react so differently. One gives up quickly, the other screams and begs yet never fully submits.

Yes , Dazai thinks, This is where I belong. Human reactions are interesting, absolutely fun. If it wasn’t all that easy to actually guess how exactly they would react, it could have even become his reason of living.

Perhaps, if he wasn’t in the darkness, he could have pursued a career as an Anthropologist. Although even then, he would have become a criminal just to test humans themselves.

The mafia world, it was… fun to say the least. Yes, Dazai had fun testing the waters, it wasn’t enough to stop his ultimate quest of death, but it was enough to find little enjoyment.

Time passed, becoming an executive was as easy as breathing. Being feared was a side product, a useful one.

And then Mori- the doctor, now his boss- announced to him that Dazai would be taking an extended leave from the mafia. Not for a vacation, nor a sabatical, but an undercover mission.

To Musutafu of all places. The place crawling with heroes and quirks and whatever whatnots.

No more information than that. Dazai was glad for the open invitation for a little guessing game. An easy one, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Starting from a little time ago, a new group had started emerging. Being as bold as to steal from some of the bigger groups. Pathertic little worms with quirks instead of abilities and uselessly stupid. Mori held off on targetting them.

Dazai gets why, first of all, it would be quite reputation damaging to target such a bottom of the barrel dogs. Second of all, this isn’t their main branch at all. Which means eliminating them will just be a waste of resources and time because they will just keep coming back.

The mafia needed to nip this in the bud.

Curiousity sparked, both Mori and Dazai decided going on an undercover mission in Musutafu, where the said main branch was found to be located, was a good idea. Some random nobody that Dazai couldn’t be bothered to know went and came back with information somewhat useful. Dazai almost praised the woman.

The current leader was nothing than a puppet. There was a shadow leader. A smart one at that. Well, as smart as it can be, seeing as the shadow leader, referred to as ‘sensei’ is also probably in a place somewhere close.

Now, here’s the interesting part. Earlier, Mori mentioned Dazai going undercover- before the woman if you couldn’t recall- in Musutafu. Dazai, like any other normal genius, scratch that, like any other normal human, expected to go undercover in the main base of the LoV, and dismantle it from the inside.

A completely normal plan that even other humans would come up with.

That’s not what Mori meant. Dazai would be attending school, a hero school full of stupid idiots with their absolute boringness that make Dazai’s skin crawl. Yes, he would kill Mori. Dazai will kill Mori for this blatant attempt at torture and Mori nor the Mafia could do anything about it. Not even the idiotic dog-like slug.

Most of all, Mori had more information than him. Because there is in no way would the soon to-be dead mafia boss waste time and resources and potential profits for nothing. Mori is stupid, the man is smart but to Dazai, he is stupid. He is easily predictable, and he is boring but he is also the man that introduced him to the darkness of the world.

Mori’s most fatal flaw is that he is stupid.

Which means him figuring out anything before Dazai does is virtually impossible, which means Mori must have more information than him, which means he could, in theory, dangle it over Dazai’s head like one would do with a dog.

Mori enjoys doing that whenever he gets the chance to.

Didn’t even let Dazai know the name of the school. Although, it was easy the figure out. Mori wouldn’t waste even an effort for Dazai to go to a no-name hero school. He would let Dazai firgure it out by himself. No, Dazai wouldn’t even go on that mission just for the simple predictableness and make someone else go in his stead.

Which means it’s a school with tight security measures with big enough name that Mori is both willing to let his prized Demon prodigy go and do some extra work to forge documents and perhaps waste money on buying some appartment or whatnot.

There are few schools he can think of. So he just hacked all of their data bases to see what is interesting about any of them.

Dazai didn’t really expect anything. Just boring old heroes and their hopefuls. And then, he saw it.

The man so in the light, All Might.

A human to have ever humaned so hard.

The man would be teaching at UA.

Suddenly, this all got so much more interesting. With a person so in the darkness that even Dazai doesn’t know the face of, and a man so in the light that every citizen in this country knows the name of… yes. These two, for some very odd reason, they are related. To each other, in a way Dazai doesn’t know, he can theorize, but he can’t just keep thinking to take the fun out of it.

Yes, the mysterious ‘Sensei’ of the LoV and the ever-present Symbol of Peace.

Dazai just feels like they are somehow related to each other, a feeling he had never doubted before and he won’t start doubting it now.

He knows what school he would be going to.

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Night life in Musutafu was interesting. Not interesting in the way that actually mattered, but interesting. The thugs that come out only during night, they were smarter than their daytime counterparts. Although guaranteed that they will be arrested sooner or later, Dazai will give them credits for lasting longer.

Other than that, Musutafu is as boring as everything else. Self proclaimed villains only exist to highlight the self-centered heroes, quirk classism is as normalized as breathing, every step in the city adding on to the mountain of reasons to die.

Yes, Dazai hates this city. More so than Yokohama. More so than the world. Boredom doesn’t even begin to describe what he is feeling. Absolute, horrendous dullness. Colorless and nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing to cling to.

So imagine his suprise when Fyodor appears from shadows. So suddenly, so unpredictably. It was as if pure black ink was dumped upon the painfully gray canvas. Dazai smiled.

The moment the rat appeared, Dazai knew that these months… it will be fun.

“Ahhhh…” Dazai screamed heartlessly, “C’mon! Please! Drink it!” He insisted, the tea in hands growing colder by the minute. “This is the first time I have ever served someone! You won’t do me dirty just because it’s my first time, right?!”

Fyodor sighed amusedly, of course, he knew the tea was poisoned. It had been days since Fyodor… invited… himself in the prodigy’s residence. Since then, countless attempts to murder each other had been made. However underbaked they were.

“Ah… what a shame.” Dazai eventually gave up. Moving to instead dump the now lukewarm tea in the sink. Fyodor would have felt bad- no, not for Dazai- but for the waste of good tea. Although, then who would even drink it anyway?

Moving towards the front door, the rat glanced at the approaching prodigy. Sharing the same smile, they both walked out. To where? Of course, towards the UA examination hall. After all, today’s the long awaited exam day.

Many different people in almost as many different school uniforms could be observed. All with different body language and faces and expressions. Some seemed nervous, others defeated- which, already?- and some… overly confident.

Fyodor didn’t like the sight, no, he hated it. Those confident will be gauranteed to have some flashy offensive quirks. Thinking they were better than the others, quirk classism made Fyodor fume. Yes, it was reason he hated quirks more than abilities.

Also because something so unnatural became seeped so inseparably into humanity.

So, Fyodor ignored everything around him. But not Dazai. The Dazai who was currently teasing him, smiling and cackling without a care in the world, yet still looking around, observing.

Playing around, joking was easier when he was around the prodigy. Once they had found their spot in the waiting room, the rat smiled, set the chess board and silently challenged Dazai. And, like expected, he got the memo. Fyodor thinks this is better than anything else the world can offer.

Dazai thinks so too.

They still hate each other.

The written exam was easy. It just tested all basic knowledge of all subjects taught in schools.

Dazai had to pass with flying colors. And he did, really. It was so easy. Dazai once had tutors drilling him with all the knowledge he didn’t even need. There was a time he had even regretted staying quiet! Truly! How cruel of them~…

Mori had to drill whatever he knew onto Dazai. It was painful and he hated it all but at least all these knowledge could be used in this one exam. Hurrah! for all his suffering.

Oh, did he mention these weren’t even part of the main thing? No. No, he did not.

It was an essay. Yes, an essay. A heroic, inspiring, and overall positive essay about oneself.

And oh how Dazai Hated essays. Paperwork, he can deal with. But essays? Truly? No. No, never! Never willingly, atleast.

But here, he is forced to. So he does write it. The most fake and made up thing he had ever written that’s with a smidge of truth hidden within it. Yes, Dazai half-assed it as much as possible without seeming like it.

If you ask him, he is quite proud of what he’s written.

Standing up, he moved to hand over the paper, glancing around to see the suprised expressions of the losers when… he made eye contact with Fyodor… he was standing.

Which meant he finished his exam. Which means they finished right at the same time because if he was first then Fyodor wouldn’t have been standing and if Fyodor was first, he would heard the clothes rustling.

Dazai’s mood immediately turned sour.

The practical exam was… tedious to say the least. Dazai can hold his own in a fight. He is fast and his tricks can’t be underestimated. Which is why he had a slightly better time than Fyodor, who the demon is sure is cursing up a storm in his head. After all, the Russian language has as many curses as there are endearments.

And the Russian language has so much endearments, it’s crazy.

In the end, they both relied more on saving others than destroying robots. Nothing worth mentioning at all.

When it all came down to it, it was so boring, even with the other’s presence. 

They finished the day with a refreshing chess match.

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“W-what…” Dazai exclaimed with a horrified face, “What am I…" the demon stared in absolute terror. What he was staring at, was the mirror. Dazai had put on the tacky uniform he had received along with his acceptance letter.

It wasn’t tacky at all. No, more than that, it was horrendously, utterly, uglier than a slug type of uniform that he wouldn’t even hesitate to burn at the stake if he had the chance.

No, he wouldn’t even let the fires suffer through burning such a sin. He would rather make his enemies wear it and watch them in schadenfreude. Yes, it was exactly what wanted to do with the uniform.

It wasn’t even that bad. It was just the color coordination. Seriously, bright bloody red with lightest possible shade of grey and on top of that, a dark foresty almost blue tinted green?

Ew, ugh, no! Dazai was basically gagging. He wasn’t one to be fashion-oriented but this is was just a monstrosity.

“At least the red isn’t a main color.” Comforted Fyodor from the couch, in full view of the suffering the other is going through. “No… NO! Do not make me imagine worse! You… you are such… a demon!” The demon cried out loud as he dramatically fake fainted like Victorian ladies would.

To Fyodor, it was an amusing sight. A sight worth a smile, precisely. Dazai is rarely this expressive around him, nor anyone really. Perhaps a close contender would be the… little slug.

It was much too fun. However, all must come to an end, as they ought to actually get going if they didn’t want to be late. The rat told the other as such.

Now, standing in front of the large door, both prepared themselves for the stupidity that would be teenagers with high hormones. Not to say them both aren’t, but they have better control of themselves. So, yes. They are better than whatever monsters are waiting on the other side.

The classroom was clean and sleek, if not a little tacky. Right as they entered, a blue haired nobody from the entrance exam immediately started yelling at the prodigy. Something about properly wearing a school uniform, how it’s disrespectful to the school, and to take it off immediately.

Well, for refrence, Dazai had tied the blazer around his waist, loosened the tie, and unbuttoned the top button. It was because, in the prodigy’s words ‘A whole lot more better than whatever montrosity the uniform itself was’.

“Wait!” the shout bringing Fyodor back to reality, He turned to look at the other.

Dazai’s volume matched the glasses guy, a hand covering his mouth as his faux shocked face stared right at his conversation partner, “Are you asking me to strip right now?!”

And that caught the attention of everyone. Fyodor held back his chuckles, if only for his pride. The glasses guy tried to fix his mistake by apologizing and clarifying, but Dazai only kept misunderstanding further and further.

Eventually, someone else arrived at the door, a green messy haired boy, the one that was mumbling in the exam hall.

The glasses guy eventually moved to talk to that one. Actually, he moved as fast as he could to get out of whatever mess Dazai was stirring up. Witnessing this and deciding to let go, the demons moved to their chosen tables, leaving behind a group of three happily conversing. As a brown haired girl joined in with the boys too.

Choosing a seat somewhere at the back, they brought out cards to pass the time. The game they were playing? They’ll decide after shuffling-

“If you’re gonna be hunting for buddies, do it elsewhere.”

A dark, low, and tired voice was heard from putside the door. Dazai, knowing the man was a teacher, moved from Fyodor’s table and sat at his own seat, which was right next to the rat’s. The man continued to talk.

In the end, Dazai had to go and change in a changing roomwith every other boys from the class. While preventing curiousity is vitrually impossible- Dazai would know, he always asked questions when he was a kid- social interection and cues were a thing. And asking a complete stranger about something that might be private is super duper awkward! Which is why he came out of the changing room, completely unscathed and not at all awkward!

Of course, he teased the silly little rat he was with! It was only given that the rat would bite too.

The guy was completely pale and not a single muscle to be seen! Does he even eat? Does he even go out in the sun? He is all bones and skin! Not even a single meat. In contrast, Dazai is quite tan! Super duper sunkissed~ and since he is quite fast, it’s only given for his leg muscles to be defined!

Nevermind what the rat says! He doesn’t know what he is talking about!

Eventually, everyone arrived at the… open field? Whatever it was. The teacher, Aizawa Shota, began explaining what the class were to do. Installing fear into them so that their performances are their absolute best, in which he can then get an accurate estimate of all the students. Aizawa even began talking about expulsion, which Dazai had no doubt the teacher was telling the truth about.

However, the tests itself… long jump, dash, more jumps, toe touch… yada yada yada.

Dazai couldn’t care all that less about. No, he couldn’t. Why should he be worried when he trained directly under that asshole Mori? Dazai had full confidence in his abilities. So in boredom, he began looking around. Drawing conclusions from his classmates, such as mannerisms, quirks… weakenesses.

A lot of the tests, since Dazai’s ability has nothing to do with physical performance, he had to solely rely on the skills that had been drilled onto him. However, the long dash? Is there a possibility for him to sabotage another? After all, there are two running at once.

Well, going agianst a half haired dude, Dazai took a moment to touch the guy’s arm before dashing away. A moment of confusion, after which he recovered and in order to avoid being touched once more, began sliding on a more elevated ice.

It didn’t work as Dazai just had to touch the ice itself for it to disappear away, it was a valid attempt. He’ll give him that.

A bit of terrorizing a clueless nobody could never harm anyone~!

In the end, Dazai’s time was 5.98 seconds. For a basically quirkless performance, it was a good one. For Dazai’s standards? Not that good. But he had to hold back a bit as he didn’t want to stand out. The other? Since he spent a moment confused, and then spent a moment falling and recovering, it was a resounding… 7.01 seconds.

Quite easily among the worst.

Dazai looked back at the half and half haired ice dude. Sending an innocent smile, Dazai wondered if making enemies with an obviously strong child was a good idea. And then he realized he didn’t care at all!

Rather suddenly, Dazai found himself captured in Aizawa’s scarf. Looking towards the man’s direction, he came face to face with creepy red eyes and ominously floating black hair.

“Why did you sabotage another student? I did not allow such a thing, did I?” Says the creepy guy. The underlying threat was obvious. Explain or get expelled.

It was good intimidation tactic. Staring down and being silent will trigger human insticts to fill the noise with something. It was tactic Dazai himself used rather often too. It’s also the reason why he is so calm infront of such a sight.

He’s used to it.

Calmly smiling, Dazai opened his mouth. “In all these tests, quirks are the main thing here. You want to see how each student uses theirs, and what could be improven. Correct?”

In responce, Aizawa said nothing. Silently waiting for Dazai to continue. His classmates’ eyes all on Dazai, he wondered how he should word it.

“From my angle, I see that creativity has a pivotal role in all this. We must use our quirks as much as possible here for you to get a clear idea on what to teach. However, since I’m more suited for support, none of these tests are my element.”

“You can relate, right? The Erasing Hero, Eraserhead? I had to forcefully make it in order to use my quirk.” Even when Dazai outed his hero identity to the class, Aizawa remained calm. The prodigy had expected this to some degree, so he wasn’t all that disappointed for not getting a reaction.

Dazai was, auite awfully, dropped onto the ground once he finished speaking. Whether or not because the hero related or something else entirely, it didn’t matter as Dazai knew he wasn’t going to be expelled. It was clear the teacher had some degree of interest towards him.

But even then, Aizawa wasn’t finished asking questions. “Then why only now, did you act?”

“Because,” Dazai looked towards the two lanes. “Doesn’t this look like the students are going against one another? Surely, a school as prestigious as UA could’ve afforded making at least five lanes, right?” He turned towards the teacher once more.

“It felt as if we were being pit against one another in this particular trail. That’s why.” Dazai wasn’t close enough to sabotage them in the other trails. But since this was an obvious reason Aizawa himself could figure out, the prodigy decided to leave it unsaid.

With nothing to add, he skipped back to his spot. Patting the rat on the shoulder, it seemed as if he was wishing luck for the trails ahead. They both knew it wasn’t, for it meant a sarcastic ‘Hope you make it’.

Fyodor’s medical restrictions never helped him, Dazai wasn’t about to change it.

Aizawa on the other hand, calmly assessed those two. Yes, he knew what Dazai’s quirk was. And clearly, the kid had a good head on his shoulders. Dazai Osamu had great potentail. To both become the vilest man on earth, and the world’s greatest weapon against evil. For such a student, only guidence could make a difference.

Fyodor by contrast… Aizawa glanced toward the disgruntled teen.

He resumed the tests as if nothing happened.

The rest of the trails went as bland is it could. In the end, Aizawa decided that the expulsion thing was a ruse too.

Which… Dazai had no doubt the guy was telling the truth when he said that. He was sure. So for him to…

Yes, the demon got it. Even the worst of this class had much potential. It would have been waste to expel them just like that.

Ah, Dazai and Fyodor were both within the bottom half… shame.

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The next day, everything was so normal that Fyodor and Dazai, both couldn’t help but snooze the morning away. Of course, it was all in secret. It wouldn’t do their titles justice if they were reckless enough to get caught, would it?

Nope! Not at all~!

The lunch was good. The teachers were… something. And then, the heroics class began.

Watching a grown old man, full of muscles, wear a skin tight spandex or something of the like and appear in front of you… it was almost disgusting. If not for the absolute stars these kids that surrounded them had. Which meant there were no other choice than to keep looking at the hero in interest.

Undercover meant to no attention on them at all, and being the sole two students who shows nothing? The hero’s gonna notice that.

Upon explaining the today’s lesson, sections from the wall opened to reveal suitcases that apparently houses the class’s hero costumes. It was all dramatic and theater-like, but the demons can’t really blame the little embryos. For even they felt a flicker of excitement.

Dazai’s costume was something apart of formal fashion. Suits and vest, dress shirts and nice sleek wide-legged trousers. Of course, much like his mafia clothes, his suit coat resembled more a cape than a coat.  Long, and large, almost reaching the floor. Of course, there were hidden pockets everywhere.

Not even a pro hero could find them all. All he’s left to do is fill them all up.

Folding the dress shirt’s sleeves up to his elbows, his clean bandages were visible to a certain point.

Yes, it was nice. Nicer than his mafia ones. The material, the design, everything, Dazai detailed to the extreme in order to get the most out of his hero costume. Leaving something for the team begind these costumes felt like a bad idea.

Fyodor on the other hand had all his skin covered. Whether by gloves or clothes, there was no visible skin apart from the face. Plus the signature ushanka on his head.

The ushanka looked ugly.

That isn’t to say the man was covered in skin tight spandex… as much as Dazai wanted to make fun of him, Fyodor wasn’t as stupid. Rather, the clothing seemed to have mixed traditional russian clothing and modern style, with pure white as a primary color, light lavender and blackish brown as accents.

The colors complimented the rat’s appearance quite well, if he had to be honest.

Did All Might just call him and the class embryos?!

The only embryos there were were the man himself and the class full of idiots! There is in no way shape or form that Dazai of all people were an embryo!

All Might had already won the first place in his most hated teachers list!

Arriving at the abandoned city-like area of the school, which is also the place where the entrance exam took place, Dazai wondered for the uptheemed time about UA’s budget. For them to be flaunting all this, it must recieve hefty investments.

Which- rude! Some of us here aren’t all that rich ya’know~! Dazai glanced at his brown haired classmate.

Once explaining was done, everyone was moved to observe the first groups’ battle. It was a heated one, where dangerous weapons that should not be in a child’s hand were used.

In the end, the heores won. No matter how much of a good fight the villains gave.

After the MVP talk… it was Dazai’s turn. Of course, because universe could only have him in one form, he is the villain.

Now here’s the eye catching hook. Dazai’s enemy this time around is…

Fyodor!

And the kid Dazai kind of made enemies with. In other words, the half and half ice dude.

Those two are partners! Yay! The only two people Dazai went out of his way to piss off!

No, really. He is so excited. Not only because the half and half dude has such a versatile and difficult to counter quirk, it’s also because Fyodors mind could rival his. These two, in a team, against Dazai? It was a welcome challenge that made him actually look forward to the incoming battle.

Now, Dazai’s partner in crime? A mutant quirked nobody from the class. Otherwise known as, the blond guy with a tail. Well, maybe calling him a nobody is a little too much.

Nah.

Arriving at the nondestroyed battle ground, Dazai was already going through ideas and plans. Carefully putting all that he’s observed into account. First of all, the ice guy is clearly closed off, and has almost a bloated ego.

He won’t listen to Fyodor, at least not at the start. That kid is smart. Once he realizes he is outmatched in terms of schemes, and Fyodor does the expected thing of stepping up and offering a hand, the kid will turn into a slightly obedient dog.

Fyodor would then do whatever he can to at least capture the prodigy. His ultimate goal being winning the whole thing and becoming the MVP.

That isn’t impossible. Actually, it’s quite likely if he played it right.

The problem is, Fyodor’s medical condition limits him quite a lot. Which means moving alot will have him dizzy and tired, it’s the reason why he prefers being the king and staying in the shadows. Hacking away happily on his computers.

Of course, Dazai also asked the limits of his partner. In summary, martial arts and close-range combat is his specialty, although he can boost himself into the air, it won’t be much of a help since they’re indoors.

The time given for them to prepare went by too fast, and soon, the heroes arrived.

Toshinori Yagi is a man who had many experiences. His entire life was spent helping and protecting others. Today, he was still helping. Helping shape the future of this world into a better one by teaching.

In the foundational heroics class, he was currently overseering the second battle trail. From what he’s observed, the students to look out for were young Todoroki, who was the youngest child of Todoroki Enji. His quirk is desired by many.

Dostoevsky Fyodor and Dazai Osamu, who have caught the attention of many teachers due to their unique performance in the entrance exam. Both with quirks suited for support, they were able to get into the hero class from the get-go rather than after sports festival like many other with such types of quirks.

And of course, Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku. As they have nothing to do with the current situation, Toshinori wouldn’t be paying any attention to them. For now, of course.

Regretfully, among such eye-catching individuals, Young Ojiro seemed rather…

But! That doesn’t at all mean the kid is without potential in any way!

Now, seeing from a third-person perspective, young Dostoevsky and young Todoroki are going in without even discussing their game plan. Which, in and of itself, a wrong move. He hadn’t expected someone like the russian, who seems like he would rather plan than go in blind, isn’t even speaking a word with his partner.

Although, young Todorki’s quirk made it up as the whole building turned into ice! Such a strong power…

But it should be no problem for the otherside…

it…

shouldn’t be…

Ah…

The building was still covered in ice even after moments had passed. Young Todoroki’s dark face seemed to lighten. Perhaps… some villains and heroes Toshinori had encountered in his life had used this exact strategy.

Patiently waiting before striking and then ambushing.

Young Dazai must be using the same plan. After all, he had seen the child’s quirk at use during the quirk apprehension test.

Not a moment later, all of the ice disappeared and in it’s place, young Ojiro came out- aiming for the ice user in a speed that’s praise worthy. Of course, he had seen the two, for now, villains talking and nodding earlier. It must have been their plan.

A suprised Todoroki immediately put up an ice shield. Which, a very good instinct to have. He also praises the young child. However, it seems the child wasn’t at all the other’s target. As seen by the fact that young Ojiro changed directions toward the russian not a beat later.

A feint? With strength of the young man’s tail, it would be possible to trick someone like young Dostoevsky. Who seemed like he was experienced in combat at least a little bit.

Jumping away just in time, young Dostoevsky moved in the direction of his partner. In responce, young Todoroki moved to freeze the tailed boy.

It wasn’t an easy task as the boy’s maneuvors made it quite difficult. Toshinori’s eyes went towards another monitor. A monitor in which young Dazai was in full view, who was observing the fight happening just a few metres away. The young man was hidden from everyone.

If Toshinori had to guess, young Dazai was lying in wait for the perfect moment to capture his enemies. In that sense, young Ojiro is just a bait and distraction. Back to the original monitor, Toshinori began thinking.

The russian boy had an official medical document sent to the school, explaining how he is anemic and therefore, won’t be able to complete physical assignments as desired. It was certainly rare for such a thing but, unfortunately, it wasn’t all that uncommon. Makes it all the more of a wonder how that boy had entered the hero course. Currently, it was a huge disadvantage for the boy.

As the other two duked it out, the young man seemed to have decided to move away from the battle and look for the fake bomb. It was a smart desicion. And an obvious error on young Dazai’s plan. Interestingly, the young man seemed to decide that moment is the correct moment to appear.

Perhaps he was waiting for his friend to go away, or the moment in which both young Ojiro and young Todoroki were close enough to him. Either way, appearing like shadow, the young man jumped onto the ice user and hugged him seemingly quite tightly before being pushed away.

Young Todoroki had been captured.

The villain team quickly moved upstairs to look for the remaining hero. It took a bit of a time as young Dostoevsky was quick to hide in some crevice or another to recover whilst moving to not get caught. All while young Ojiro and Dazai kept looking for him desperately.

Eventually, when he was found, it was in the fourth floor. Right at the foot of the stairs that led to the fifth floor, where the mission objective lied in wait. Surrounded by the villain team, it seemed hopeless for the russian boy. After all, what can an anemic person with an intellingence quirk do against two villains with varying levels of agility?

Just then, young Fyodor, in a show of impressive speed, jump backwards before quickly capturing young Ojiro who was behind him.

A speed Toshinori had thought wasn’t possible for the young boy. Due to many reasons. Were all those breaks for reserving energy rather than recovering? With only the two of them remaining, Toshinori wondered which one would win. There wasn’t much time left. Rather, it was almost finished.

In order to win, young Dostoevsky had to capture the other because Toshinori doubted young Dazai would let the russian just go up and touch the fake bomb all willy-nilly.

The fight between the two of them consisted of a cat and mouse chase, occasional deflection of attacks, and mostly talking. Insults, if Toshinori had to guess, as the two’s faces were all smirk and snark before souring and then smirking again.

And then… when both of them got close enough to capture the other, the time finished.

Toshinori had to say. This battle was an impressive show of planning and execution. While they ended up in a draw, the others could learn from this.

However… this seemed like an unsatisfactory ending to the two. Toshinori hopes they won’t take their anger out in a place underserving of it.

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Today! Dazai marched and skipped and tried to seem as happy as everyone else! To Fyodor, he looked like a crab trying to walk forward. Which meant, his goal was impossible and he just unnerved everyone.

Ah, Fyodor digresses. That was a bit disrespectful to the crab population and the few species that can, indeed, go forward.

Walking to UA together had started becoming a routine, an annoyance and burdensome activity- yet, they both found little enjoyments in it.

Just like the previous two days he went to school, there were a lot of reporters waiting outside, interviewing every staff, faculty, and student of UA they could find. Naturally, even The Demon Prodigy and Demon Fyodor couldn’t sneak away like they would do in different circumstances, due to the simply enormous amount of reporters there were present.

Obviously, these guys are paparazzis basically. Looking to get any scoop on the ‘Symbol of Peace’ or whatever…

Dazai considered giving them a big, mouthful, and irresistably delicious scoop of a story. Just like he did everyday he went to school and inevitably encountered these guys.

And just like the previous two days, going on third, Fyodor just wanted to get to class to get away from all the noise. So, he dragged the other without even sparing a glance to the hyena-like paparazzis, effectively shutting any chance of Dazai dropping and telling the biggest lie ever told.

He knew how much trouble he could get in, Fyodor supposed Dazai simply didn’t care for his supposedly undercover mission.

Then again, Dazai is also acquainted with a hacker… maybe. From someone as well-acquainted as Dazai, there would be no suprise that he has such connections. He could have gotten the hacker to delete any evidence of his involvement.

Class wasn’t different than usual. Except it was a little different in that today, their class was actually doing something normal.

Picking a president.

These kids were making a big deal about it but Fyodor could understand. It wasn’t hard to do so, since leading a class of future heroes would improve one’s heroic foundations and experiences. It was just that both he and Dazai weren’t meant to become heroes, nor did they plan to.

So when it was suggested that they pick a president through democratic means, they didn’t hesitate to pick a person they both respected enough. And since they were two of a kind, it wasn’t strange that they picked the same person.

Namely, Yaoyorozu Momo. During the MVP talk yesterday, and the quirk apprehension test, she demonstrated her great- compared to the others- intellect. Her quick analysis and detailed explanations seemed too good, to the point both the demons wanted her and her quirk in their own organazitions. Though, her wealthy background was both a blessing and a curse.

Plus, quirked individuals are looked down upon in Yokohama. Yaoyorozu’s world view is already tainted upon with the rest of society, it would be more of a trouble to recruite her than not anyway.

Black and white didn’t fit the perfectly dark grey of the Port, nor the Rats.

The final selection of the class? Yaoyorozu with five votes, became the president. Suprisingly, the messy mess of a boy, Midorioya had two votes. He became the vice president. Although, seeing as the boy had two friends, it’s clear those two had voted him. And his own vote- probably for the stickler for rules, Iida, who had one vote.

Midoriya Izuku had a certain interest towards a very uncanny person. Although the word uncanny may seem like an exaggaration, to Midoriya and both his two friends, Dazai Osamu and… Dosutyewsuky? Fyodoru?- the russian boy he is always seen with is… menacing, to say the least.

Not that he was judging, of course not! He knows how much that can affect one. Izuku was a victim of that too. He couldn’t ever do such a cruel thing to another. Yet, they both always emitted weird vides. It was almost as if…

So, yes. Izuku had an interest in a very uncanny person. It was only due to many unlucky events that he couldn’t approach the duo any earlier. And today, he and his friends were going to ask them to eat lunch together! Dazai Osamu’s quirk is a very interesting one! Something as powerful as that… the possibilities were endless.

The fact that Dazai could nullify by both touching the user and the quirk itself… Could it be possible that all quirk made objects can be nullified? Can mutant quirked people be nullified too? But seeing as Aizawa-sensei, who has a similar quirk, can’t nullify them…

You see, Izuku first took notice of the other in the changing room. The bandages all around his body was a bit excessive, but considering there were too many people, Izuku couldn’t really ask him about it. Not that he would have even if they were alone purely because it seemed pretty private.

And then the same boy made himself the center of the class by openly sabotaging another student. That stunt… it suprised Izuku. He had wondered if that was even allowed, Izuku is pretty sure almost all of them had thought the same.

And then the other voiced a rather eye-opening idea.

"If nothing here is my element, then I just have to make it." Simple as that. Izuku couldn’t make use of that during the test still, nor the battle trail after. He wasn’t doing a good job of making use of anything.

Even worse, he had heard that the russian and Dazai had gone against one another right after! He was pretty dissapointed in himself for missing such an experience. Not only because the trail itself was between close friends, it was because both had apparantly used schemes rather than the over-the-top fighting strategies like everyone else.

He would have loved to take note of their performances!

Which is why… he is currently being led by both his friends to the uncanny duo. It was because he was too scared to approach them alone, as shameful as that was.

From afar, Dazai and… Dosutyevsuky? were happily… not happily? conversing. Hushed whispers? Dazai seems so highly energetic and yet so uncanny and tired. The russian boy seems more consistent in his attidute. Obviously, a very eccentric and seemingly opposite duo.

Izuku can’t wait to make friends with them!

“Hello! Coming through!” Uraraka’s voice sounded. Catching the attention of the two before them.

Ah! Had they already reached them?! Izuku should have paid more attention to his surroundings!

“Ah, yes. Hello there.” Replied a heavily accented japanese. Naturally, it was the russian boy whose name izuku struggles a lot with. “I don’t think we spoke at all! You see, Deku here was very interested in speaking with you two, but was super afraid and I wanted to make more friends!” Says Uraraka. Unknowingly throwing a very nervous and anxiety filled Izuku under the bus.

Izuku sputtered in protest even if he couldn’t say anything in his defense, mainly because it was true and his mumbling and sputtering couldn’t heard at all.

“Wah! You don’t have to be so nervous~! We don’t bite~” Dazai’s easygoing grin shows itself as he makes a joke. “Ah… but then again we are humans! The slug back home would totally bite and bark!” He begins making a whispering gesture even though his voice didn’t go any lower.

It must be some sort of inside joke as… Dosutoyewsuky… chuckled in a low voice. And as far as Izuku’s seen, must be something especially funny because the other hadn’t so much as huffed a laugh.

Though, it’s too quick to judge.

Over the lunch, the three of them sat to gether with the duo. Having a pleasent conversation that could also be called intense at times. Mainly because of Izuku himself, seeing as his intense questioning of their quirks were a little over the top. It was fun, you could say. Perhaps Izuku is getting more friends in the future.

Though it didn’t end as such when there was a alarm.

And all hell let loose when they heard that someone had intruded in the ever secure prestigious school.

Once the cafeteria is as desserted as a ghost town, Dazai plopped down on the table. Both their lunches not all that touched. Though, Fyodor will say, the food is good.

“Ah… I’m drained.”

“Perhaps you shouldn’t have acted so… energetic.”

“I will say, I am a top actor~! Plus,” Dazai’s voice lowered as his face contorted to become more serious. The demonic smile that he’s so known for revealing itself as he continued, “that Midori kid. You suspect him too, right?”

And Fyodor, for all that he is calm and composed, couldn’t keep the devilish grin from showing itself to the world. Izuku Midoriya, one of the most interesting in this unfortunate gargle of immature children.

A strength quirk gone out of control.

A stable body yet still too weak for the quirk. It was as if no natural resistance was built unlike every other examples out there.

It intrigued Fyodor, and no doubt Dazai too.

He knows what the other is proposing. A challenge.

Who will find out about the boy first?

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That night, Dazai wandered around Musutafu’s nightlife again. It wasn’t all that different from a few days ago.

The moonlight hid the worst of the villains, the shadows covered any violation of crime. Artificial lights scattered about, the alleys were the only place where no light shone other than that of the moon.

Today, it was quiet. Everyone kept their heads down and walked purposefully, almost as if they wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. If Dazai forgot where he was, he could envision these people trying shuffle away from him instead of the darkness.

Perhaps both. The Demon Prodigy and darkness had always been closely intertwined. The danger that spelled his existence always followed him.

During nights like this, where the dark isn’t so different from the light, where grey is a mush of a color isntead of the world, where white blends so well with black. When Dazai feels nothing but the emptiness in his chest, he seeks out Lupin.

Odasaku and Ango had always helped him through this nights. If not them, then the easy comfort the bar itself provided, the calico cat— Sensei— became a constant companion when he was alone, with only the bartender and the occasional costumers all around.

But this wasn’t Yokohama, and there wasn’t a Lupin here. This was Musutafu and Dazai disliked everything this place had to offer. It made him want to abandon everything and just die. It was tempting. But he had to live a longer, he had to find a reason. He had to. Sometimes Dazai wondered why he just didn’t give up. Why he didn’t even turn his back and join Fedya for a moment’s more entertainment.

His attempts wouldn’t succeed anyway. He always sabotaged all of it, right at the last second.

So he wandered about.

On the lookout? Or sniffing for more information?

Who knows. Certianly not Dazai, that’s for sure. The prodigy took this to time to ponder about the earlier events. Not that he hadn’t earlier, but quietness and not conversing whilst playing social chess with Fyodor actually helps with clear and concise, well-thoughtout conclusions.

Of course, that’s for any normal humans out there.

All things that happened during lunch, the reporters, the disintegration… The obvious conclusion for this was that something will happen very soon.

Not just something, but rather a big event. Dazai finds himself being… mildly curious about it. It’s not borderline excitement, nor him looking forward to anything. No, never in this mood. Without bar Lupin, Dazai finds himself bored as he had always been. Even with Fedya, intellectual conversations sometimes fall flat when one is not in the mood.

Which is why, Dazai finds himself infront of a building. An abandoned building, but also clearly not abandoned. “Bar Midnight” a sign displays.

Entering, he could somewhat sense an ominous feeling. But that is drowned out by the soft glow of the yellow lights, and the easy feeling settling over him. It was almost like Lupin, but it also wasn’t. There was no one but the bartender— a misty man cleaning some of the display glasses— and the empty booths and stools.

For a bar of this quality, it was strangely empty. Or, not that strange, seeing as it took a bit of walking to get here.

The prodigy sat on one of the stools, signaling for attention. When the man turned, Dazai asked for a whiskey. Like he always did nowadays.

Alcohol never really had any affects on him. Strangely enough, Dazai never got hung over nor tipsy. Mind you, while Dazai never drank that much— disliking even the thought that his head could numb and he that could no longer use his most reliable weapon if even for a short while.

But the burn in his throat and stomach always seemed to bring comfort, amplified by the easy conversation he had had with his two friends.

Now, with nothing to do he waited for comfirmation on the other party, and his soon-to-be served whiskey. Only, he was met with a rejection by the busy-not busy man. Dazai’s eyes widened a bit from the unexpected response.

There was a reason he had come here, a bar hidden from view and far from anywhere else. You see, Japan is strict on the ‘no serving minors’ rule. Many bartenders had been arrested because they had served an undercover teen intern. By now, almost everyone had learned their lessons not to serve children.

Only hidden bars, like this one, can even afford to serve because the police usually doesn’t find these kinds of bars. The usual customers also tend to be tight-lipped to protect the few bars that could serve them with no problem.

Bar Midnight is a greatly hidden one, it was a reason Dazai expected to be served no questions.

Well, there were no questions. But the instant rejection peaked his interest when it would usually dampen it.

Why?

This had to be a failing business and yet… analyzing his earlier observations when he first arrived, this had to be a front. It was a quite nice bar, something like this cam’t be afforded if it was hidden from view which meant less cutomers, and rejecting people who willingly look for these kind of bars— a minor if you will— is not a good business practice.

Intriguing.

So he teased the man, poking and prodding. Demanding like a spoiled little rich kid. His clothes— clearly high-end, and expensive— spoke volumes in testifying his backstory.

The man calmly answered all lf them, rather collected. Not ever falling for Dazai’s traps and never losing his temper, unlike so many others. Eventually, the man asked why he even wanted alcohol at his age, to which the prodigy shamelessly woved some story about this and that unhesitatingly.

During it, the misty man never took his eyes of the glasses he was cleaning. It was curious. A man almost like Odasaku, who never lost his temper, who was always stoic no matter what.

It made Dazai miss the man. It also made him miss Ango and his borderline motherhen tendencies. Perhaps even the slug, as distasteful as that is.

So even without a big and round ice in his whiskey, not even a glass for it, Dazai stuck around. Musing suicide methods and various gun techniques out loud to see if he can disturb the man. And, like he expected, the man wasn’t disturbed.

At least not visibly.

How Odasaku-like.

In a blink of an eye, a few hours had passed and it was already three in the morning. With nothing else to do, Dazai decided play time was over and bid farewell to the bartender before heading home to turn in for the night.

Of course, since he is an insomniac, Dazai couldn’t get all that much sleep. Maybe two hours or so.

You see, there was something interesting about all that. It was difficult to read the body language of a mist with two glowing streaks as eyes. No mouth, no eyebrows, not even an eyelid. But there was someone else hidden in the shadows, likely behind the counter, listening in on their conversations.

Suspicious.

There was a very real possibility those two people will cause trouble later on. It was better to befriend them before stabbing them after all.

Something tells Dazai that the bartender is not a simple man.