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Chuuya was on his way to Mori's office annoyed. It hadn't even been 24 hours since he had finished his mission and he was already being called back, probably for another one. He gave a heavy sigh before entering. The urge to jump out the window increased when he saw Dazai standing there, who gave him a shit-eating grin. He stood next to him, putting his hands behind his back, already sick of the day even though it was only morning.
“Did you call, boss?” Chuuya asked.
“Yes. Chuuya-kun, Dazai-kun, you have a new mission” Mori smiled as he pointed to the two folders on his desk.
Chuuya and Dazai looked at each other sideways. Though he would never admit it out loud, Chuuya knew that he and Dazai worked well together. As insufferable as Dazai was, Chuuya had his back. And even though Chuuya was sure Dazai would deny it, he knew his back was covered too. They both picked up their folders and opened them.
“Chuuya-kun, your mission will be to infiltrate the UA as just another student.”
Chuuya looked up in surprise before returning his gaze to the folder. A fake backstory was fully detailed. Chuuya frowned. The most famous hero school in the country? Chuuya couldn't help but feel some amusement at the irony.
“On the other hand, Dazai-kun, your mission will be to infiltrate the League of Villains.”
Chuuya had to stifle a snort. What kind of organisation had "Villains" in its name?
“Will we be working on opposite sides?” Dazai's voice came out dead, causing Chuuya to straighten up.
When the two of them are alone, Dazai usually annoys Chuuya a lot. His voice is always irritating, and although he tends to have a hollowness in his voice, when he talks to Chuuya it's as lively as he can ever be heard. Chuuya isn't proud of it, certainly not. He couldn't care less about shitty Dazai. But... Chuuya glances sideways at Dazai.
“That's right. Of course, the two of you will have to keep in touch. Chuuya-kun will inform Dazai-kun of what's going on in the UA and vice versa.”
Something inside Chuuya relaxed. If the two of them had to blindly step on opposite sides, it could end up being a disaster.
“You would never be interested in something like that, Mori-sensei. You dislike... ‘Heroes’. Why send us?” Dazai bowed his head as an empty smile grew on his face.
“Let's just say... There are two individuals I'm interested in” Mori kept smiling.
Chuuya looked at them uncomfortably. Chuuya was no stranger to manipulation, after all, Dazai manipulated the whole situation with the Sheep so that Chuuya would end up joining the Port Mafia. But it was always unpleasant to see two manipulative geniuses trying to take the winning hand. Chuuya preferred people to be straightforward, but that was difficult when all the people around him manipulated as easily as breathing.
“Oh? And who would that be? After all, we'll have to keep an eye out for them if Mori-sensei is curious” Dazai and Mori kept looking at each other with smiles that made Chuuya uneasy.
After a few seconds of intense staring, Mori leaned back in his seat. Dazai had won.
“I have reliable information that, at the UA, the number one hero All Might will be a teacher this year.”
Chuuya exchanged surprised glances with Dazai.
“It's the best time to find out all his secrets” Mori's smile was that of a predator.
“That might explain the UA, but what about the League of... Villains?” Dazai's tone indicated that the name was as amusing to him as it was to Chuuya in how pathetic it was.
“Someone who seemed to have become a corpse a few years ago has reappeared” Mori said.
“You want me to get rid of them?” Dazai said boredly.
“At the moment, I just want information. And make their plans challenging for the heroes” Mori clasped his hands together, signifying that he was done giving out any information. “Read your folders and prepare yourselves. You will leave in two days.”
Chuuya and Dazai bowed before leaving. Dazai's personality changed the moment the door closed.
“Ugh, what a nuisance” he began to complain. “This mission will be a long one! And they'll separate my dog from me!”
“I'm not your fucking dog!” Chuuya exploded. “At least you won't have to be in hero school. Heroes! We're from the mafia!”
Dazai let out an honest laugh. That laugh didn't really make Chuuya's chest feel anything. Nope, it didn't.
“You'll be known as Chuuya: the Chibi hero!”
“I'M NOT A CHIBI!”
Gradually, the discussion calmed down. They were silent for a few seconds as they walked.
“You must control yourself” Dazai said suddenly.
“Hm?” Chuuya looked at Dazai.
“I won't be able to help you if your ability gets out of control. You might die” Dazai didn't look at Chuuya as he said that.
“Oh? Are you worried?” Chuuya joked somewhat offhandedly. It was always disconcerting when Dazai was serious and honest.
“Of course! I'd be a horrible master if I let my dog get hurt!”
“I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING DOG, YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES!”
And with that, the arguments returned. Chuuya returned to his room exhausted. The interactions with Dazai were more tiring than any mission. Throwing himself onto his bed, Chuuya read the information in the folder. His cover story was that of a simple orphan who was taken in off the streets by a good man who would become his guardian. But that turned out not to be the case. His guardian abused him and there would be times when he would have to pretend to be traumatised to gain sympathy and avoid being suspected. Joining the UA was the only way he could escape from his guardian.
Chuuya let out a groan. On top of that, he'll have to get along with everyone in his class, or at least most of them. Having to pretend to be someone he wasn't for so long will be exhausting. At least he won't have to deal with Dazai's teasing at school.
He would also have to pretend to have a Quirk. Density change, both in objects and people. Although the more the quantity, the harder he must pretend it is. The entrance test will be in a week. Chuuya grimaced when he saw that there would be a written part. He would have to ask Dazai to help him, which would make him not stop teasing.
Chuuya could already feel the pain in his head.
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Two days later, Dazai and Chuuya were standing in front of the cars that would take them to Musutafu. They would both live in different flats. Dazai handed Chuuya a mobile phone.
“We'll communicate with this” he explained. “It will detect your ability and you can call me. Anyone other than you who tries to unlock that phone will have it blow up in their face. If I call you and you don't pick it up, or if you don't call me back a little later without telling me that you'll be busy on a particular day, I'll call you two more times during the day. If you still don't pick up, I will assume that either the phone exploded, or you are in danger. Either way, I'll look for you. No messages, you never know what can go wrong.”
Chuuya nodded at the explanation as he looked at his mobile.
“What about you?”
“Only my ability will be able to nullify the mobile's ability. Anyone who tries to use it will be blown to a thousand pieces” Dazai gave Chuuya a dark smile. “The same rules apply to me. If I don't pick it up by the third time, look me up.”
Chuuya nodded. They looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds before getting into their respective cars. Chuuya looked in his folder for information about his flat. Apparently, it would be in the same building where two pro-heroes and professors of the UA lived. Obviously, it was a ruse to elicit sympathy. Having a student as your neighbour made the relationship different. He would have to fake the personality as soon as he arrived.
The hours passed and he had finally arrived at the flat. He got out of the car with his things: a suitcase and a bag. He had to look like he didn't have many belongings. The car drove off and Chuuya looked at the building. It wasn't very flashy, but he could tell it looked cosy. Looking at the time on his mobile, Chuuya counted.
3... 2... 1...
“Oh, you must be the new neighbour!”
There it is. Chuuya turned around. Two men stood behind him. One blond with his hair combed up and orange glasses and the other black-haired man in a white scarf who looked like he hadn't slept in days if his dark circles under his eyes were any indication.
“Ah, yes” Chuuya smiled awkwardly, “I'm Nakahara Chuuya. It's... a pleasure” he bowed slightly.
Personality: Shy, cautious, especially with adults. Interpreted first with shyness, possible indication of abuse. Obvious pauses when introducing himself.
The black-haired man looked at him intently as the blond approached with a beaming smile. He gave no indication of wanting to shake hands.
“I'm Yamada Hizashi and this is Aizawa Shouta” he introduced himself before pointing to his companion. “We live one floor below you, in 3C. Don't hesitate to call us if you need anything!”
Chuuya smiled awkwardly as he tightened his grip on his backpack. Subtle movements that can turn into suspicion that something is up.
“That’s very... Nice of you” Chuuya said, averting their gaze.
“How old are you?” said Aizawa after a few seconds of silence. Yamada gave him a somewhat reproachful look, though he did nothing to deflect the question. He was also curious.
“Oh, uh... I'm 14” said Chuuya shifting uncomfortably.
Despite being 16, UA first-years must be between 14-15 years old, so Chuuya had to pretend to be slightly younger.
“And you're alone?” Aizawa raised an eyebrow.
If they try to corner you with questions, explode. Show some aggression before apologising with discomfort/fear and leaving.
“Yeah, is there a problem? What is this, an interrogation or something?” Chuuya raised the volume of his voice while giving an annoyed look at the black-haired man.
The man simply raised his eyebrows, unimpressed. Chuuya stepped back as if he had been punched (as if he could have been punched, he would have dodged it first). Both men looked at him somewhat surprised, Aizawa's eyes narrowed.
“Sorry, I'm... I'll go to my apartment, I need to unpack” with a quick bow, Chuuya left. He kept on acting until he opened his place (he even pretended to have trouble putting the key in!).
The moment he closed the door, Chuuya felt a smile grow on his face. Stretching, Chuuya only thought about one thing:
The first seed had just been planted.