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Saying Dazai and Chuuya weren’t happy was an understatement. There they were, the PM’s mass-murder machines, getting ready to pose as fifteen-year-olds (which is only a year younger than their actual age, but still) for some shitty undercover mission. Why not have, like, literally anyone else do this?
“I trust you boys won’t mess this up.” Mori said, his voice cold and apathetic, “I know neither of you have done an undercover like this before, but I believe you two have the strength and smarts to pull it off. However, be prepared to be there for weeks, possibly even months. And whatever you do, do not get attached.”
Don't get attached? Chuuya thought, Who did Mori think they were, some inexperienced newbies? Both he and Dazai were experts in faking attachment, they could do this, no problem.
”Yes, Boss.” The boys chorused
“I trust you two.”
After the news, the pair walked to Chuuya’s apartment, as going to Dazai’s was a strong no-go. He lived in a shipping container, for god’s sake.
He slammed the door shut to his apartment, and began to walk over to the bedroom.
”Hey mackerel, what’s your thoughts on the new mission?” The ginger asked, curious as to why Dazai looked so deeply in thought.
The brunette shrugged. “I think there’s more to it than Mori’s telling us.”
Chuuya raised an eyebrow at that “Really?”
”Well for example, there’s no way in hell we’re there just to ‘learn’ about hero life, especially since the attacks the heroes have been making on the PM. My guess is Mori wants us to find out the heroes’ weaknesses.”
That..makes sense, Chuuya supposed, who cursed himself for not thinking of it first.
“Then why the fuck did he not tell us that? Does he really think we’re gonna rat him out to U.A?” Chuuya sighed. Mori could certainly get tiresome at times, constantly using you like a pawn. He hoped to whatever gods were above that Dazai wasn’t the same. Hell knows he’d be done for if the fish bastard was really just playing him.
Dazai just shrugged again. “Who knows. Maybe Mori thinks we’ll refuse, since I don’t believe either of us want to be besties with one of those over-dressed freaks.”
“Although,” Dazai continued, “Based on your sense of fashion, it seems I’m in fact dating one!”
Using his ability, Chuuya sent a mug Dazai’s way, “YOU ASSHOLE-“
The brunette easily avoided the ceramic, which smashed to the ground. “But I love you anyway~”
”Love you too, unfortunately.” Chuuya responded dryly.
He goes over to his bed and sits on the edge, next to Dazai, who leant his head on Chuuya’s shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, relishing the peaceful moment between them. After all, that doesn’t happen often. Chuuya noticed his partner’s hair looked dirty, and decided he’ll keep a closer eye on the Mackerel. Though he’d never admit it, he is concerned about Dazai’s health. He’s been skipping out on both meals and hygiene, more than usual. Chuuya’s tried countless methods to get Dazai to take care of himself, but they never work, instead leaving Chuuya to pick up the pieces. Chuuya can only hope that maybe one day things will get better, for the both of them.
The moment is ruined as a message from Mori buzzed through both their phones, and they know it’s time to get ready.
It’s time to put on a show those heroes won’t have ever seen before.