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“So, what do you think of the applicants?”
In front of a blindingly bright laptop were Aizawa Shota and Yamada Hizashi. It was 3:27 AM and the Pro Hero, Present Mic was insanely bored. The only smart decision to make was to annoy his friend, Eraserhead. Aizawa had previously lost the battle of choosing the laptop brightness, so he squinted at the screen. Hizashi rested his arm on Aizawa’s seat and made some comments to some kids as they scrolled through the website of applications for UA. Colorful hair and various quirks made everyone different from each other. Aizawa rested his cheek on his hand, feeling his eyelids drift close
Aizawa hummed. “They look like... troublemakers. Promising though.” he muttered, lazily.
“Pshh! You think everyone is a troublemaker!!” Hizashi punches Aizawa’s arm softly. ”Applications are still coming in right?”
“Yeah.”
“Who do you think will place first?”
“Hizashi, Let’s not place bets on children.” The reason for Aizawa’s denial to Hizashi’s game is because the previous time they played, Hizashi kept switching answers and when the first place was one of the swapped answers he picked, he considered it his win. As a result, Aizawa lost money.
“C’mon!! It’ll be fun!!!” No, it won’t.
“Ugh, Can you stop being so loud? It hurts my eardrums” Aizawa muttered.
“Stop being loud? Shota, my whole quirk is being loud.” Present Mic chuckled with a shit-eating grin.
Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Yeah.”
“It’s on February 26th, right?”
Aizawa looked up at him from his seat. “The entrance exam? Yeah, it’s in a week.” A few seconds pass. “Can’t you research this on your own? Why are you asking me?”
“Uhhh… Because you’re next to me?” Aizawa blinked. Hizashi blinked back.
Aizawa let out a long sigh. Maybe he’ll quit being a teacher. ‘Wait. Why am I a teacher? Aren’t I a Pro Hero? Oh, that’s right. I was forced to be a teacher! Now I suffer every ten months of the year. Probably more.’ Aizawa let out another sigh. Hizashi looked at him strangely. To him, it looked like Aizawa had just sighed two times within 27 seconds(which is a new record). Hizashi secretly keeps track of how many times Aizawa sighed within a certain amount of time. One day he’ll tell Aizawa his results, though.
“Hey! Is that Endeavor’s son applying?!” Hizashi exclaimed, pointing at the distinctive half-red-half-white hair on the screen. No surprise there. Of course, the No.2 Hero’s son is going to apply to the prestigious UA High.
“What a shocker.” Aizawa deadpanned, sarcasm as clear as glass. Aizawa stared at Hizashi with large, dark eye bags. Poor man needed a break. “Can you get out of my house now?”
“Fine, but I’m coming back tomorrow to annoy you!” Hizashi said, grinning. He waved goodbye as he exited the door. He also didn’t close the door so Aizawa had to get up, walk to the door, and close it. He was so exhausted, that he considered leaving the door open. Unfortunately, the world is full of horrible people.
With glass windows that covered every inch of the room, the sun rose with a blinding effect. Staring out the window was Mori, a revolting, vulgar man, who could sacrifice anything if it helped him achieve what he wanted with no remorse. Mori enjoyed having power. Having everything under his control was one of his favorite things. Uncertainty was frowned upon. He liked things being efficient and without fail. Anyone who isn’t of use will be forced into use by Mori. Said usefulness is death. Bait, testing, suicide missions, Mori can bring out results from the most useless person alive.
“How unfortunate. Right Elise-Chan~?” Mori spoke to a blonde girl behind him.
The young girl who is roughly ten years old was drawing quite the gore. Of course, it looks like it was drawn by a six-year-old. It was a boy being ripped apart in shreds. Elise is definitely running out of red from how much she uses it. “Ugh! This shouldn’t be our problem, Rintarou! We should just let those Heroes clean up the mess! It’s their job isn’t it!” Elise pouted, continuing her drawing.
“Oh, but Elise! The problem will only grow with time! It’s best to cut the corrupted plant at the roots before it infects everything else. Besides, it’s not like those naive pests are capable enough. Hmm. Now who should I pick for this mission...”
“If this guy is sooo strong, then why don’t you just send that one guy?”
“Oh, Elise~ You’re so smart~!” Mori gave a bone-chilling grin, with ice-cold eyes. “To stop that overpowered flesh bag, we should send █████!”
Elise pouted and folded her arms. “Rintarou, I want ice cream!”
“After I make this call, but too much sweets isn’t good for you, Elise!” Mori said, pulling out his phone.
An arm came bursting through a stomach, ripping through the spine. Extracting the arm out of the body, the corpse dropped with a thud. Blood splattered everywhere. KO flashed on the screen.
…
“Nnnnnrgh…. Fuck you, Dazai!” A loud voice echoed through the arcade.
“Chuuya’s so bad at this game~ But, it only makes sense. A small body like yours can only fit a small brain~” Dazai smirked.
Chuuya jumped out of his seat and slammed his foot on the machine. “Shut up, you piece of shit! I’m still growing!” he growled. “I hope you live until you’re ninety!!” he yelled, pointing at Dazai.
Dazai gave a loud, dramatic gasp. “Take that back, now!”
“I hope that it’s unbearable and shitty!! Just like you!” People nearby stared at the commotion.
With a smug grin, Dazai stared right into Chuuya’s eyes and said “If I’m living til’ ninety, then that means Chuuya’s gonna be my dog for seventy-three more years!”
“Shut the fuck up! I’m not your dog!” More eyes were laid on them.
“And just like a dog, you’re barking at me! The similarities are uncanny!”, Dazai laughed, uncontrollably. “W-wait! Stop making me laugh! I …can’t breathe!” Dazai cachinnated in between words.
Before Chuuya could bark argue back, a ringing came from his phone. Giving Dazai one last glare, he turned around and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. It was Mori.
“Ew, Mori.” Dazai said over Chuuya’s shoulder, glancing at his phone.
“Holy shit!” Chuuya jumped, then backed away. “Stop doing that!”, he said, accepting the call and holding the phone to his ear. “..Hello?”
“Hello, Chuuya-kun. Come to my office.”
“Okay..”
“Don’t make me wait.” Chuuya shivered at the tone, as the the call ended. Mori knows how to instill fear in his subordinates. Just like Dazai. Chuuya flipped his phone close.
Being called to Mori’s office only meant a few things. An important mission was being assigned or you were to be executed for treason. Chuuya prayed it wasn’t the latter. Most of the crucial missions that Chuuya had were done with Dazai, and since Dazai wasn’t summoned to Mori’s office, Chuuya’s thoughts were a mess. ‘I haven’t done anything wrong… Have I? I was late to some appointments… But that was mostly Dazai’s fault! Is Mori going to kill me for that? No.. being late couldn’t possibly anger Mori this much. But Mori can be… psychotic…‘
“What did Mori say?” Dazai spoke up, from behind, breaking Chuuya out of his thoughts. Chuuya took a sharp breath and turned his head towards Dazai.
“…I’m going to Mori’s office.”
“Hmm.. Alright! Don’t get lost on your way there, Slug~! The world is a little too big for your size~” Dazai grinned.
There. That fake smile. Chuuya loathed it. He wished Dazai wasn’t so.. in his head. That wasn’t possible though. Dazai was never genuine with his words and expressions. He can’t be capable of doing so. Can you imagine that? The Demon Prodigy? Being genuine? Chuuya could laugh at that for hours. There was no such thing as a true side of The Demon Prodigy. Every personality he has is a made-up person. Chuuya was sure of it.
Ignoring Dazai’s remark, Chuuya left the arcade and started traveling to Mori’s office with haste. Dazai watches as Chuuya exits. He exhales and sits next to the claw machine.
‘Hmm… What are you planning, Mori?’
-
The doors of Mori’s room creaked open loudly and slowly. Chuuya peaks his head into the room. There, Mori sits at his desk and glances up to check who entered the room. With a racing heart, Chuuya struggled to speak. “...You called, Mori-san?”, he spoke, quietly, walking to Mori’s desk with more hesitation with each step. The clicking of Chuuya’s shoes echoed through the room.
Mori was writing documents while Elise was on the floor, drawing a disturbing image: someone stabbed repeatedly. “Ah! Chuuya-kun~! How have you been doing?”
Cautiously, Chuuya responds. “I’ve been fine.”
“You seem to have a lot of free time, huh? You’ve been at the arcade a lot.” Mori rests his chin in his hand.
You have an infiltration mission that starts in a week!”, he said, putting his pen down with a smile.
Chuuya felt a wave of relief wash over him, knowing that he wasn’t in trouble. He exhaled quietly. “What’s the catch?”
Mori chuckled. “Catch? What do you mean?” Mori intertwined his fingers, with a glint in his eyes.
“An undercover mission without Dazai sounds too good to be true.” And it was. Chuuya tends to charge in head first and Dazai prevents him from doing so. Chuuya had plenty of missions without Dazai, but his infiltrations have never been alone.
“Now, now, Chuuya-kun. Watch your tone. I recall that I was the Port Mafia Boss. You don’t have the power to question my decisions.”
‘Crap.’ Hanging out with Dazai was not helping Chuuya’s anger issues. “Sorry…”, Chuuya muttered, head down. After some thought, Chuuya added: “..Boss.”
“I’ll let it slide this time. Remember where you stand.” And like a flick of a switch, his personality flipped. “But! You are right~! There is a catch! You’ll be attending UA High in Musutafu~!” Mori cocks his head and smiles cheerfully.
“Wh-“ Chuuya snapped his mouth shut, remembering the discussion that was seconds ago. Rethinking his decisions, he spoke again. “The hero school?”
“Yup! You agree, right? Dazai isn’t fit for a hero society.” Even though Chuuya felt a strange need to defend, he agreed deep down. “Don’t use your full potential. You wouldn’t want to get caught being an ability user~ Have restrictions to your power.” Mori smirked. “The end goal is All For One’s defeat. All the details are in the envelope~” Mori pushed the tan envelope forward. Chuuya walked up and took it.
“Thank you, Mori-san. It will be completed.” Chuuya bowed and opened the door.
Before Chuuya could exit, Mori spoke up again. “Chuuya.”, he said in a serious tone. Chuuya turned around. “You aren’t to inform Dazai of this mission. He will only distract you. He brings out the worst in you after all. You guys can’t seem to get along.” Chuuya disagreed. They wouldn’t be called “Double Black” if they weren’t compatible. Chuuya isn’t stupid. Mori is hiding something. ‘Why wouldn’t Mori want Dazai to come?’
“Yes.” Chuuya said, turned back, and closed the door.
-
As soon as Chuuya came home, he opened up the envelope with the mission details.
MISSION ASSIGNMENT
Assigned to: Nakahara Chuuya
Mission length: 1-2 years
Objective: End of All for One
Additional information: All For One has the power to take other people’s quirks. He can use them all with no consequences and he can also give them to others. It does not work on abilities, for abilities originate from the soul
The envelope had a fake ID, birth certificate, and lots of papers. Reading the birth certificate, he found something to hate. “I’m supposed to act fifteen!?!” he exclaimed. ‘Maybe Boss was right. If Dazai knew about this, I might’ve killed him. Ugh, I can already imagine what he’ll say.’
“Chuuya’s going undercover as a fifteen-year-old? You sure look the part~!” Imaginary Dazai cackled at the sight.
“Tch! Shut up, Imaginary Dazai. Good thing you’re not actually here.” ‘Boss didn't even provide me with a story in case someone asks!’
Chuuya the aspiring hero’s backstory is that he was born in France and noticed how hero society had corrupted heroes that were in for fame. To stop more corrupt people, he will become the ideal hero. A great role model that shows that being a hero isn’t about fame and money. Using his ability quirk, he will stop not only villains but arrogant heroes as well.
The backstory seemed like a cliche, but that’s almost every hero’s life. Chuuya continued skimming through the pages but his eye caught something. The duration of the mission.
“1-2 years?!?! What is this bullshit!?” Chuuya slammed his fists into the table and then his head. “Pretending to be a hero and limiting my ability… for more than a year?!” Chuuya disliked limiting himself. It made him feel weak and not worth much. Not to mention, Chuuya is extremely competitive. Chuuya raged and abused his table for 10 minutes. After coming back from the hardware store with a new table, Chuuya continued reading the mission description. Chuuya is going to have such a great time.