One last kiss (I love you like an alchaholic)

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/48155287.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: M/M
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, 僕のヒーローアカデミア |
Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Relationship: Dazai Osamu/Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu
& Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs)
Character: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou
Stray Dogs), Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Aizawa Shouta |
Eraserhead
Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Domestic Fluff, and they were roomates, Minor Dazai
Osamu/Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), their never explicitly
dating but their isnt anything straight about whats goin on there, Crack,
chuuya isn’t in the fic but he’s here in spirit, Dazai-Typical Suicide
Mentions (Bungou Stray Dogs), Port Mafia Member Dazai Osamu
(Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu Being Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray
Dogs), Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Canon
Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No beta we die like
Oda
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-06-26 Updated: 2023-07-19 Words: 16,516 Chapters:
4/?

One last kiss (I love you like an alchaholic)

by DumbOrangeCat

Summary

Dazai would not consider Dostoyevsky a friend, an acquaintance perhaps, maybe even a
rival if he’s feeling nice, but never a friend.

Neither he nor Fyodor are capable of being friends, Dazai thinks Fyodor might not even be
capable of having friends at all. They are both Demons of the underworld, something so
inhuman it struggles to understand the mere idea of friendship.

Or Dazai and Fyodor influtrate UA, shenanigans ensue.

(Teen rating is mainly for violence, swearing and general BSD canon-level stuff, no smut or
anything)
 “I absolutely knew, I was 6 steps in when I fell into you.”
Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The man in front of him, Dazai thinks, is possibly the strangest man he's ever met.

For most people, when one finds someone attempting to commit suicide, especially if that someone
is a child, their first instinct is to try and talk them down, tell them how life will get better and
everything will be okay so they shouldn't give up so early.

Others will call the police, deciding they either don't have what it takes to talk someone down or
they simply don't want to try.

Some, more bold people, will physically stop them, lifting them away from the edge, pulling them
back over the railing or even forcing them to throw up the pills they took only moments ago.

Some, less hopeful people, simply leave them be, letting the person die by their own hand then
going about their day as if they never saw anything to begin with.

Throughout his many attempts, Dazai has encountered several people who displayed such reactions
to his careless disregard of his own life, in fact it's happened so many times that if he was bothered
to, Dazai could make a graph of the most and least likely responses people have.

Though not once has he encountered someone whose first instinct was to try and assist him in his
desire to die.

Yet here he is. Stood in front of a boy so pale it's possible he has not seen the sun in years, as said
boy holds out his hand in invitation.

"My ability," He starts, and Dazai can't help but notice the thick Russian accent that obscures his
already lackluster Japanese, "Will kill you instantly. All you must do is take my hand."

It sounds too good to be true, and it is. For if Dazai were to take him up in such an offer, hold his
hand in the hopes of finally attaining the end he craves, nothing would happen. Dazai's own ability
would once more prevent him from reaching death's door.
However he does not tell the boy as such. The boy was kind in a way, though Dazai can tell he truly
does not care what happens to him after this interaction, the boy was kind enough to take a minute
out of his day to try and help him. To tell him that his efforts were wasted without even showing
why would be rude. Dazai finds he does not wish to be rude to him.

So he takes his hand, shakes it as if the boy were offering a mere greeting and not his own demise,
then waits for what he will say next.

When the boy realizes what has happened, he startles momentarily, before schooling his expression
into a smile much unlike the one he had first given Dazai to accompany his offer.

His eyes widen and his lips part slightly, the corners of his mouth curve up in a way that looks near
in-human, he appears almost manic.

“You can nullify others abilities.” It’s said as a statement, yet it still demands an answer.

So, Dazai obliges, “Yes, I can.”

“Would you be willing to prolong your life a little longer in order to assist me in my project?” Now
that he’s talking more, Dazai notices the excessively formal way in which he speaks. It sounds less
like a choice and more like someone who simply does not understand the language well enough to
talk casually, he must have moved only recently then.

To be quite honest, this attempt and all his others, would never have actually ended his life. No
matter what he does, Mori always finds him and nurses him back to health. He’s much too valuable
an asset to die so soon.

So, Dazai has no problem sticking around to hear the boy out, even if Mori will likely stop him
from pursuing the project anyway. “Your project?” He prompts.

“I wish to rid the world of all sin. My ultimate goal is to create a world where sin… where gifted…
no longer exist.” Ah, the religious type then, Dazai can’t understand why someone would devote
their whole life to such things, however he can’t help but find the concept intriguing.
The boy continues, “I will do so using my own ability, and hopefully, if you accept that is, yours as
well.”

Of course, for someone aiming to rid the world of abilities, an ability that practically does it all for
him would be a miracle to have on their side. But Dazai is, unfortunately, loyal to Mori, and as
interesting as this boy is, leaving Mori’s side to pursue his goals will only result in suffering for the
both of them, so he’s left with no other choice.

“As interesting as it is, I cannot take you up on such an offer.” His tone is flat, showing no
emotion, yet the boy can still sense his disappointment.

“Oh?” He tilts his head to the side slightly. “And why would that be?”

Dazai sighs, before lowering his own head leaving his eyes to gaze directly at the floor. “My
loyalties lie elsewhere, I can’t abandon everything I have to simply run off with you so easily.” No
matter how much I would like too , is left unsaid, but not unheard.

“But you could leave it behind in your pursuit for death?” Dazai signs again, then shrugs.

“I wouldn’t have died anyway, Mori always finds me in the end.” He’s not sure why he’s sharing
so much with a boy who has not even given him the privilege of a name, but something about him
makes Dazai feel as though the consequences for oversharing in a profession such as his have
simply vanished.

“Mori you say? Who may he be?” The boy looks more dejected now, the joy that once showed had
faded the moment Dazai declined his offer.

“My boss.” His tone is more aggressive than he would have liked, but it can’t be helped. Thinking
about Mori always puts him in a bad mood.

The boy sounds disappointed at such an answer. “I suppose you truly cannot join me then?”

Dazai’s head tilts back up in order to look the boy in the eyes once more. “No, No I cannot.”
“A shame. I suppose you have no choice but to perish with the rest of the guilty.” He begins to
walk forward, in order to pass Dazai and go towards wherever he was headed before encountering
Dazai himself.

“I look forward to it.” Dazai too starts to walk away, with it getting so late, he really doesn’t want
to be stuck out in the cold for much longer.

When he finally arrives back at the shipping container in which Mori had forced him to live and
begins to strip himself of his work clothes he notices something that was not there before.

A single piece of paper lays in the outside pocket of his coat, with only 2 things written on it.

“xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Dostoyevsky”

——-

Despite Dazai’s rejection, they continue to meet up.

Dazai would not consider Dostoyevsky ( Who soon became Fyodor ) a friend, an acquaintance
perhaps, maybe even a rival if he’s feeling nice, but never a friend.

Neither he nor Fyodor are capable of being friends, Dazai thinks Fyodor might not even be capable
of having friends at all. They are both Demons of the underworld, something so inhuman it
struggles to understand the mere idea of friendship.

Despite that, if it was possible, Dazai finds that maybe he wouldn’t mind being Fyodor's friend.
——-

After nearly 3 years, Dazai is finally free of the cold metal walls of the shipping container he calls
home and living in a full blown apartment. The place is bigger, has a proper kitchen, that he won’t
end up using, actual shower, and heating, yet he still finds he would rather his shipping container.

This new apartment is situated in Musutafu. The city with the biggest population of heroes and
hero hopefuls in all of japan, and that's what he must pretend to be. A hero hopeful, some normal
kid who worshiped heroes his whole life and now wishes to become one.

For Mori has assigned him a new mission, in typical Mori fashion he did not tell Dazai what the
real point of this mission was, he simply just sent him on his way with the advice to ‘figure it out’.

His silent complaints about the new apartment are interrupted by a noise coming from the
bedroom. And isn’t that weird, he has his own bedroom now!

Upon investigating the noise, Dazai finds it is simply the rat. Unfortunately for him, said rat is
currently breaking into his house via the balcony.

“Fyodor! Fancy seeing you here!” Instead of letting the rat further destroy his door’s lock, he
opens it for him.

“Well~ What do you think? It’s certainly an upgrade from last place, no?”

Fyodor's eyes narrow, his patience for Dazai’s pestering not very high at the moment. “Yes. You
finally have a place worth breaking into, maybe you won’t have to invade mine anymore now.”

Dazai laughs. “How funny of you Fedya, though unfortunately for you I’m still gonna do it. Your
reaction each time is simply too entertaining to pass up.”

Fyodor glares at him. “Ha ha. I do not have a place in Musutafu currently, so there is nowhere for
you to break into.” Shame.
“Where did you plan on staying then? Oh! Oh! Have you finally decided to join your fellow rats
down in the sewers!”

He pauses for a moment before answering. “No, I was planning to stay here, for it is more
convenient than finding a place of my own.”

It takes a moment for his words to sink in. Fyodor, staying here? Absolutely not. Dazai is not about
to let the rat mooch off of his (Mori’s) money.

He was about to tell him as such when Fyodor simply walked past him and into the rest of the
house to, presumably, make himself at home.

Dazai charged after him. “Hey! I never said you could stay! Don’t you have any manners!?”

The rat begins putting a tea set away in the cupboard. “Of course I do, but I believe after all the
time you have spent at my residence back in Yokohama, it is simply fair you let me reside here.”

He has a point of course, not that Dazai would ever admit it. So instead he sighs and walks off to
where Fedya has left his bags, not willing to argue with the man for now.

“Did you seriously bring a spare hat? Why do you even wear the stupid thing in the first place?“
The better question is why do all the people his age he talks to wear dumb hats all the time. To be
fair he only talks to 2 such people. but still, it’s odd.

“Yes. Why do you have such a problem with my hat?” He’s since moved on to unpacking and
looking for a spot to put his chello. That chello is possibly the only not annoying thing about the
boy. His playing is surprisingly good.

Having given up on helping Fyodor, Dazai starts getting himself a glass of whisky, he doesn’t have
it in him at the moment to deal with Fyodor while sober. “Because it’s ugly. You have bad taste in
hats, just like the slug. You two should start a ‘wears ugly hats’ club together. You could even get
Q to join you if they ever get out of prison! How fun!”

“I think i’ll pass.” Fyodor’s since finished unpacking the small amount of things he’s brought.
Instead he’s begun making tea using a kettle that Dazai honestly has no idea where it came from.
He waits until the kettle finally stops shrieking and the rat’s now pouring the tea to respond.
“What a shame, you two would have gotten along great!”

That’s a lie, the one time they did meet Chuuya tried to kill him all the while Fyodor insulted his
terrible manners and sense of style. It ended with Dazai having to drag the slug all the way to his
apartment as he fought back, intent on finishing Fyodor off.

They both wait in silence as Fyodor prepares the tea, stirring in milk for Dazai simply because the
rat knows he prefers none.

It’s when they both sat down at the (somewhat functional) coffee table that Dazai finally asks
about what's been bothering him the whole time Fyodor’s been here.

“Why are you in Musutafu anyway? I thought you hated quirks even more then abilities?” It’s true,
In Fyodor's ideal world there are no powers at all however if forced to choose he seems to favor
abilities, Dazai doesn’t care to know why.

Fyodor sighs, taking a sip of the tea. “Someone recently moved here and i intend to rid the world
of their sins, in order to do that i must masquerade as a high school student to get close to the
sinner.”

Most people aren’t worthy of getting Fyodor’s attention, so whoever this sinner is must either be
very impressive or such a nuisance it’s easier to simply kill them now.

Seeing as they're in a hero city, Dazai would bet on the second option.

“Would I be wrong to assume said school is U.A?” It’s the only school in musutafu that has any
remotely important people connected to it.

Fyodor shakes his head. “No, you would be right.” His tone is bitter. The rat was never a fan of
infiltration missions despite his clear skills when conducting one.

They both pause for a moment, Fyodor’s teacup still held midair where he was about to drink from
it and Dazai’s left sitting on the table, where it’s been the entire conversation.
“I am curious though, why might you be in Musutafu right now Dazai? Surely the Port Mafia
would prefer to keep its Demon Prodigy nearby.” ‘ Surely Mori wouldn’t let you wander this far’ is
left unsaid.

Fyodor was never a fan of the tight leash Dazai was always kept on. It was the thing keeping Dazai
from joining his cause after all.

“You’re never gonna believe it Fedya! I’m actually here for the very same reason as you!” He
spreads his arms out in order to amplify the mock excitement. While it’s true he enjoys the man's
company, he will most certainly complicate the mission.

Fyodor’s eyes widen slightly “Oh?”

“Yep! I’m getting sent right to UA’s hero course! Isn’t that just great! I can be the hero I’ve always
dreamed of becoming!” Fyodor’s flat expression tells him that the rat isn’t enjoying his jokes as
much as he is. Good.

“Amazing.”

The conversation lulls once more as Dazai sits around waiting for the rat to finish his drink.

Once he finally hears the telltale sound of porcelain hitting the table, he begins to stand before
Fyodor speaks up once more.

“Say Dazai, why is it that you never even drank the tea? Have you no respect for me?” His tone
shows he does not care nearly as much as his words would indicate.

“While poisoning would be a rather clean way to go, I doubt whatever you used would be very
painless.” He resumes walking away, deciding to finally get some sleep for once. He’ll need it if
Fyodor actually decides to stick around.

Fyodor chuckles. “Nothing ever gets by you does it?”

Chapter End Notes

Wijdudh i’m so normal about them.

This fic is actually a spinoff fic of a soukoku infultrate UA fic im writing, however
that fic is much more angsty and has a more serious tone while this one is just fyozai
being fyozai, it’s definitely more lighthearted but it’s also fyozai so it won’t be too
fluffy.

due to being a spinoff it won’t have an actual uploeading schedule and i’ll be putting
more time towards to main fic, but since i love writing fyozai’s dynamic chapters
shouldn’t take too long to come out.

Their both 13 during the starting scene and dazai’s been with Mori for about a year at
that point, fyodors already a criminal but hasn’t met nikolai or any of the rats yet.

The title is from ‘I love you like an alcoholic - The taxpayers’, i just think the song fits
Fyozai’s dynamic so well. The way their in no way good for eachother but still love
eachother is just so aidhcgsujc.

this fic doesn’t have a planned ending or anything so i’m kinda just making it up as i
go, but it’s still somewhat planned out.

i really hope i did them both justice but this is my first time writing BSD so please let
me know if i’ve made any mistakes

-Cat :3
 “You can lean on my arm as you break my heart”
Chapter Summary

The past month before school starts, the first day/quirk assessment.

+fyozai at the end

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

During the next month or so of living together, Dazai learns many new things about Fyodor.

One of these things being that the demon absolutely cannot cook. He genuinely does not know
how this man survived up until now, he doesn't even know how to boil water.

In fact, he had once told the rat to boil water and about 10 minutes later walked into the kitchen to
see that he had somehow set the actual water on fire.

He has not been trusted with the stove since.

He also happens to hate crab, the only food Dazai bothered to actually buy. So his only choices are
to order in, or starve.

Having his companion die so soon and not even buy his own hands would be disappointing, so he
loaned Fedya the credit card he'd stolen from Mori. Of course he could pay for his own food, but
Dazai will always jump at the chance to make Mori's life even slightly worse, and Fyodor doesn't
exactly hide his disdain for the man.

He also learns, that he is possibly the weirdest roommate he’s ever seen.

He’ll go days barely seeing the man, with the only proof of him living there being his clothes in the
closet, his teapot in the cupboard and his cello leaning against the wall.

Then other days it will feel as if there is no escaping the man, every corner he turns will show
Fedya lurking behind it, every room he enters the rat will be there and every door he opens shows
him standing on the other side.

Though outside of his disappearing and reappearing act, Fedya really hasn’t done much.

He’ll play the cello sometimes. He has once tried to explain how it works to Dazai in an attempt to
get him to shut up, but Dazai stopped paying attention after the first sentence, the only information
he retains being that ‘ no, you won’t did by eating the rosin so do not try, it is expensive and i won’t
let you waste it like that.’ He did tune back in once Fedya actually started playing the instrument
but he still never learned how to do so himself.

Other times he’ll find the rat writing something into a book, he doesn’t know if Fedya has simply
picked up the hobby of writing, or if he’s just using the book to write down all his plans, but he is
not bothered to check.

Besides that he really doesn’t do anything. He did, though, find the rat feeding a stray cat that had
come up to him in search of food once. Isn’t that ironic? The rat feeding a cat as if he is not
supposed to be their food.

He told Fyodor as such and got a glare in return.

Unsurprisingly, the day of UA’s entrance exam shows Fedya disappearing once more.

He goes through both the written and physical exam without even a glimpse of the man's stark
white hat or contrasting dark hair.

He continues to be absent when Dazai returns home as well.

The only evidence of his stay being his clothes in the closet, his teapot in the cupboard and his
cello leaned against the wall, this time though there's something new.

He left a note behind.

It’s a simple sticky note without much on it, just 2 dates and what, to most people, looks like a
random string of numbers, letters and symbols.

The 2 dates are simple to figure out, the first being today’s date, and the other being 2 days away.
Presumably it’s both the time he left and the time he will return.

The other though, would be more difficult, if not for the fact that Dazai actually understands such
gibberish, due to helping Fedya come up with such a code.

‘ Shie Hassaikai,

Yakuza,

Bullets’

Dazai knows of the Shie Hassaikai, as a high ranking member of the Port Mafia, he is obliged to
know of all possible rival organizations. Therefore, the first 2 lines are simple enough to figure out.

Fyodor is away because he is either infultraing, or spying on the Shie Hassaikai, what for? Dazai
doesn’t know, but he suspects that's what the last lines about.

However Dazai hasn’t had enough time to get fully acquainted with musutafu’s underground, and
due to the fact it mostly consists of useless, uncoordinated, punks who call themselves villains
despite lacking any skills, he finds he doesn’t want to.

Unfortunately that does mean though, that Dazai has little to no clue about the inner workings of
the Shie Hassaikai or what Fyodor could possibly want with them.

He’s heard rumors of them manufacturing and selling trigger, a quirk enhancement drug, but he has
no clue what someone who wishes for a world without such powers would do with a drug that only
amplified them.

So clearly, whatever Fyodor is after is something that Dazai does not yet know off.

Finally, Dazai’s missed their chess games throughout the past month.
——

He does not get time to linger on Fyodor’s Yakuza escapades for when he returns two days later, he
has only one day to prepare himself for attending UA.

Dazai’s never been to school as far as he can remember, his memory from before Mori is blurred
and unclear and he is certain Mori never sent him to any schools.

The work will not be any trouble, though he lacks a formal education, he makes up for it in private
tutoring from both Mori and occasionally Hirotsu when neither are busy. The real issue is his
peers.

Dazai has never had to act ‘normal’. Everyone within the Mafia is too scared of him to question his
irregular behavior, and both the rat and the slug are just as weird as him, in their own ways of
course.

That’s all to say that Dazai doesn’t know how to act around ‘normal’ people his age. He may be a
great actor, but he can’t do so six and a half hours a day, five days a week for however long his
mission lasts.

He knows that eventually his facade will be broken and his mask will shatter, but he has no choice
but to try and keep it from doing so for as long as possible.

So upon entering class 1-A, he simply sits down without speaking a word to the people around
him. The cheery act he must put on will be much easier to maintain if he only uses it when people
talk to him, there is no need to approach others the second he arrives and he’d rather not do so
anyway.

The only person he would go out of his way to talk to is, unfortunately, in another class, class 1-B.
Perhaps it is for the best though.

Everyone else in his class us extremely loud. There is a blue haired boy with glasses talking to 2
others in the doorway and Dazai can hear his every word despite being all the way at the back of
the classroom.

The boy is interrupted though, when a yellow, caterpillar looking thing on the ground suddenly
interrupts him.

“If you’re just here to make friends, then you can pack your stuff and leave now.”

There's a pause where no one dares utter a word before he finally speaks up.

"It took eight seconds for you all to shut up. That's not gonna work, time is precious. Rational
students would understand that."

He stands up and begins unzipping the caterpillar, which turned out to just be a sleeping bag.

Who the hell sleeps on the job? Mori would have Dazai's head if he tried that.

"I'm Shouta Aizawa. Your teacher."

Ah. Of course.

Dazai read up on all the pro heroes UA employs before even leaving Yokohama so he knows that
Aizawa Shouta is just the civilian name for the hero 'Eraserhead'.

That's unfortunate, if anyone in the school was to suspect him of being up to something it would be
Aizawa, so he was hoping for one of the other ignorant daylight heroes.

Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.

He takes out a bunch of uniforms from the, now fully unzipped, sleeping bag and throws them onto
the nearest desk.

"Put these on and head outside."

How unfortunate. He was hoping to avoid the locker rooms for at least a little longer.

He takes a uniform from the pile and follows the rest of his class into the lockers. The uniforms are
blue with white lines going across it to spell out ‘UA’ and a few red accents. It’s incredibly tacky,
writing the schools name across the uniform is something Dazai has only seen in the American
high school movies Elise forces him to watch with her.

As he changes he can feel the others' eyes on him, the questions they want to ask but hold back for
fear of his response, he ignores all of it and simply puts on the uniform before heading outside as
asked.

Once he’s out there though, it turns out one of his classmates doesn’t share the same self restraint
as the others.

“Hey, What are those bandages for?” It's one of the two that were talking to glasses boy, she’s
shorter than him but looks like she could maybe take him in at least a fist fight, her hairs brown and
her cheeks are almost permanently flushed with pink.

Dazai smiles at her before answering. “Ah, they're just to help with my quirk, I don’t want to
accidentally touch someone and activate it.”

He had anticipated being asked at some point and came up with an excuse beforehand, he’s almost
glad pink girl asked so soon, if only to get it over with quickly.

Her eyes light up in recognition. “Ohhh! I get it, I used to put tape on my pinkies to avoid floating
stuff by accident too.” Some sort of gravity or telekinesis quirk then.

He laughs before holding his hand out. “I’m Dazai Osamu, You?” She shakes it.

“Ochako Uraraka! My Quirk’s called Zero Gravity, you never told me yours?” He was right, a
gravity quirk then.

Abilities and quirks aren’t too different, quirks are genetic while abilities are random and slightly
more powerful, but besides that they're mostly the same. The biggest difference though is how
they’re named.

Quirk names are very straightforward, a super strength quirk would likely be named just that
‘Super strength’.

Ability names are different, it’s near impossible to know what one's ability is just from the name
alone, and their not ‘named’ in the same way quirks are. Ability users don’t sit down and decide on
a name, for most it simply comes to them, it feels almost natural in a way.

Dazai had been forced to come up with a fake quirk name for the mission.

It’s not as though anything bad would happen if he were to use his ability’s real name. Abilities
aren’t common knowledge, most believe that the more ‘poetic’ or even ‘pretentious’ quirk names
are just a cultural difference from Yokohama, due to most ability users in japan residing there.

However most of Dazai’s files avoid Yokohama as much as possible, stating he went to middle
school somewhere in Musutafu, that he grew up there too, for him to have a quirk name associated
with Yokohama would be weird, and suspicious.

so he doesn’t.

“Nullification, it lets me nullify other peoples' quirks when I touch them. Try it!” She looks
confused for a moment before understanding creeps into her expression.

Their hands are still conjoined so she just bends down, grabbing a large rock with all 5 fingers, and
waits.

After a few seconds her eyes light up once more. “Wow! That's so cool! I’ve never heard of a quirk
like that!”

They chat for another minute or so before the rest of the class finally arrives and Aizawa addresses
them all.

Upon finding out their doing some sort of quirk test instead of the attending the opening ceremony
some students complain, rightfully so, but he shuts them up fairly quickly.

“You can’t waste time on pointless ceremonies.” Dazai would agree, if not for the fact that UA’s
opening ceremony includes things like, actually giving them a map of the school, telling them
about the schools rules and expectations, as well as other things that are usually considered quite
necessary for school. At least it won’t be his own fault when he’s late to class.

“Here at UA, we’re not tethered to traditions. That means I get to run my class however I see fit.”
The class gasps and Aizawa smiles at that, as if making children miserable is his life's greatest joy.

“You've been taking standardized tests most of your lives. But you never got to use your Quirks in
physical exams before.” He takes a moment to sigh somewhat dramatically. “The country's still
trying to pretend we're all created equal by not letting those with the most power excel. It's not
rational.”

Dazai never claimed to be an expert in Hero politics, but he's aware of the power imbalance and
discrimination between those with physically strong quirks and those without.

He also knows that Aizawa is someone who lacks a physically strong quirk, so for him to be
saying such things feels hypocritical.

He then asks a blond boy, who’d spent the last few minutes glaring at some other green haired kid
and is apparently the highest scorer for the entrance exam, to throw a ball using his quirk.

He does so as dramatically as possible, explosions coming out of his hands as he yells “DIE!” so
loud it’s a shock his throat is still intact afterwards.

Aizawa shows his score to the class, ‘705.5’ and everyone else cheers, excited to try it for
themselves.

He scowls at them. “So this looks fun, huh? You have three years here to become a hero. You
think it's all gonna be games and play time? Idiots.” He shakes his head.

“Today you'll compete in eight physical tests to gauge your potential. Whoever comes in last has
none, and will be expelled immediately.” Dazai knows that UA is very lenient with their teachers,
but to expel students on the first day just seems overkill. And to think he can accurately gauge their
potential in just one day feels incredibly arrogant.

The class exclaims how unfair it is and Aizawa once again shuts them up with a boring lecture
Dazai barely pays attention to.

Why did he even accept this mission anyway? He should have stayed in Yokohama.

Aizawa finishes the lecture off with the school's motto. ‘Plus Ultra’. Dazai thinks it’s possibly the
most tacky thing he’s ever heard.

Nonetheless, the tests begin.

One by one Dazai goes through them, making sure not to score too low but not doing exceptionally
well either. There are at least a few people below him for sure, namely some invisible person and
the green haired boy blondie was, and still is, glaring at.

When said green haired boy has his turn at the ball throw, he’s stopped by the teacher and they talk
about something Dazai can’t hear from his spot across the field, but whatever it is scares the green
kid.

He turns to strike up a conversation with the pink girl again, but she, just like everyone else, is
focused on green boy. Boring.

He turns in the other direction, aiming to sneak off for a moment seeing as he’s completed all the
tests, but something catches his eye.

There's a blonde man, tall and lanky, hiding behind a wall watching all of them, especially the
green boy. It’s undeniably creepy and Dazai wants no part in it, so against his will he turns back
around and watches the green boy, filing away his apparent stalker for later investigation.

By the time he does so, the green boy’s already finished with his throw and Aizawa’s showing off
the score. 0.1 more than blonde boy, that’s gotta sting.

And sting it does, because blonde boy immediately launches himself towards the green one,
yelling profanities as he does so.

Of course, he’s restrained by Aizawa before any actual damage can be done. Unfortunate, Dazai
was looking forward to watching them fight.

Now that he looks closer though, Greenie’s finger looks broken, did he break it with just the power
of his quirk? That’s unusual, something to look out for.

Or not, seeing as once Aizawa gives out the results green kids in last place, expelled.

He’s wrong once more though when Aizawa declares it was all a ruse and everyone gets to stay.

That’s a lie. Dazai saw it in his eyes back at the beginning, he was fully ready to expel anyone he
wanted, he just chose not to.

Dazai himself is safely in 16th place, with some purple haired girl, the invisible one and of course
green boy, below him.

After everyone gets over the shock of his lies, Aizawa dismisses them all, sending them home.
Finally.

As he’s leaving the pink girl from earlier, Uraraka, comes up to him.

“Hey! I was just wondering if you wanted to walk home together, the other two went a different
way and we never got to finish our conversation from earlier.” Dazai assumes the other two are
greenie and glasses boy. He’ll have to learn their names eventually.

He considers it for a moment before nodding. “Sure, I just have to do something first.”

She nods too and begins following him.

They make their way down the hall to class 1-B, where Fyodor’s waiting for him.
He runs up to him and jumps full force at him, Fyodor moves out of his way though, leaving him to
fall face first on the ground.

He lies there for a moment before the rat in question leans down to offer him a hand in standing
back up.

Once he’s back on his feet he turns to the rat. “You’re so mean, Fedya! Don’t you know you’re
supposed to catch the princess?! Not let her fall on the floor. Truly despicable.”

Uraraka watches them unsure of what to do. “Fedya, was it? Well uhm, I’m Ochak-“

“Fyodor. It’s Fyodor Dostoevsky.” They start walking towards the school’s exit as they chat.

“Right, Fyodor. I’m Ochako Uraraka!” She holds out her hand for him to shake but he does not
take it.

They walk in awkward silence for a moment before she speaks up again. “So, how do you two
know each other?”

“We’re roommates.”

and

“He’s a couch hogging rat.”

Are said simultaneously.

“Oh! So you live together! That’s smart. Y’know I should get a roommate too, to lower the rent.”
So she lives alone.

“Fyodor doesn’t pay rent. He mooches off of my money! How cruel!” He turns to glare at the rat
while crossing his arms.

The rat glares back. “It is not Your money. Mori pays for your living arrangements, you don’t lose
a penny.”
His arms drop back to his sides and the glare is entirely gone. “Oh yeah. you’re right.”

Uraraka looks confused by the whole interaction. “Who’s Mori?” Dazai resists the urge to scowl.
“Nobody Important.”

The conversation lulls from there on out and soon Uraraka’s saying goodbye and entering her own
apartment building.

They continue to walk in silence until they reach their shared apartment.

——-

Fyodor and Dazai are sat next to each other on the, rather plain looking, couch.

Their Closeness is not by choice, there is simply just no other table in the apartment besides the
coffee table and no other place to sit at it besides the couch.

Given the option Fyodor would much rather sit as far from Dazai as possible, especially
considering that for the past half hour he’s done nothing but complain about UA.

“Our teacher’s such a hypocrite! He’s so annoying Fedya! And weird, so weird. He showed up to
class in a sleeping bag for god's sake!” Dazai’s legs are dangling off the side of the couch and his
head is resting against Fyodor’s shoulder.

“Dazai. You are one of the biggest hypocrites I have ever met, who are you to complain about
him?” As intelligent as Dazai is, he really gets on Fyodor's nerves sometimes.

Dazai gasps dramatically “How rude of you Fedya! I’m no hypocrite, I’m the most consistent
person ever!” Fyodor levels him a glare.
“I don’t have time for this right now.” And he doesn’t, he’s currently trying to do research on his
own home room teacher and it would be going much better if Dazai would just shut up.

A look of fake shock flashes across Dazai’s face before he puts a hand to his forehead and
continues to mope. “Oh how could you Fyodor, you wound me! My heart is shattered into a
thousand pieces!”

Fyodor does not grace that with a response.

Dazai’s hand drops back to his side and he finally does shut up, giving Fyodor the chance to
properly focus.

They sit in silence for a minute, the only sound being the tapping of Fyodor’s keyboard and the
ticking of a clock on the wall.

However it does’t last long as not even 5 minutes later, Dazai has returned to complaining about
UA.

Fyodor does not like showing his emotions so plainly, but Dazai is so irritating sometimes he
simply cannot help it.

His eyes narrow as he glares at him once more. “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just kill
yourself.” While he only said it to get Dazai to shut up, he is curious.

It’s rare for Dazai to go even a week without at least 1 suicide attempt, and it’s been almost a full
month of nothing.

“You're a genius, Fedya!” Dazai shoots up, the weight of his head now resting upon his own
shoulders instead of Fyodor’s. “Of course I am.” His tone is laced with bitterness.

As quickly as he sat up, Dazai deflated, momentary joy now gone from his eyes. “But if I lived,
Mori would just send someone to watch over me.” Ah, that is why.

Dazai has never liked being watched, especially not as closely as one would have to for a suicide
watch. He and Fyodor are the same in that regard. Fyodor has spent most of his life in solitude, he
has no wish to change that now.

Dazai does not change that. Living with Dazai is, in a way, similar to living with himself. A more
obnoxious, annoying, version of himself yes, but himself nonetheless. He does not judge Fyodor
for how he acts, at least not how most would. Most would look upon him with either pity or thinly
veiled resentment. Dazai judges him the same way one would judge a rat, he judges him for being
an intruder, for being a thief, but he cares not for how Fyodor actually behaves.

“Ughh, I bet he’d send the slug to watch me too! That bastard.” ‘The slug’, Chuuya Nakahara,
Dazai talks of him often, though always with disdain.

Fyodor shakes his head. “For someone you call your dog, you don’t seem to like the idea of
walking him.” Despite how much Dazai talks about him, Fyodor has never actually met the man.
Dazai seems to avoid him like the plague.

“Of course not! The hatrack is much too violent to be walked outside,” a pause, “I know! Mori
should lock him up. He and Q would get along great.”

As much as he jokes about it, Dazai seems genuinely disturbed at the idea of being forced to live
with Nakahara.

Fyodor would find that amusing, the way he will not reside with a guard dog but keeps his door
wide open for a demon, if he did not know why.

If Nakahara were to find Dazai on death's doorstep, he would grab his arm, hoist him over his
shoulder then drag him away kicking and screaming. Nakahara would never let Dazai fulfill his
only desire, his one goal in life.

Fyodor would. If he were to find Dazai a step away from the afterlife, he would take his hand and
lead him towards it, with the intent of one day joining him. He has tried to do so before.

“When the time does come, I would not be opposed to pulling the trigger for you.” Dazai's head is
once more rested against his shoulder. his eyes close for a moment he sighs.

Fyodor runs his fingers through Dazai’s hair and he flashes Fyodor a bittersweet smile. “I know.”
Chapter End Notes

This chapter honestly got away from me, my only plan was ‘skip over entrance exam’
and ‘do quirk assessment’, i was originally going to include the battle trials aswell but
it just got so long so i ended up cutting them.

Sorry if the quirk test stuff wasn’t very good, i’m not used to writing scenes like that,
i’ll try to get better over the duration of the fic but hopefully the fypzai at the end
makes up for it, that end scene was honestly my favourite to write of thise whole
chapter.

speaking of the last part, i have no idea where that Fyodor pov came from it wasn’t
planned at all and i find him fairly hard fo write but it just kinda happened. I loved
writing how he perceives certain things though, such as Dazai’s opinion on him or how
he views himself compared to chuuya.

The song for this chapter has no pretty much no symbolism behind it (unlike last
chapter) i just couldn’t think of anything else that fit.

Sorry if theirs any errors this chapter, most of it was written very late at night and i
tend to miss things like spelling errors n stuff when im tired.

theres still no update schedule but i have chapter 3 planned out so it shouldn’t take
long

-Cat :3
 “But I’m gonna win, I’m gonna try”
Chapter Summary

Dazai’s second day at UA, including his first lesson with Japan’s #1 hero All Might

Chapter Notes

Side note: if you want to skip the Midoriya vs Bakugou fight (which is not important
to the overall plot of the chapter) it starts at:

“There's no audio so he can’t hear what they're saying”

and ends at
“He’s definitely a lot more interesting now.”

See the end of the chapter for more notes

When Dazai wakes up the next morning it’s a slow grueling process. Dazai never likes waking up,
it’s simply just another reminder of the fact he’s still alive.

When he finally gains the energy to open his eyes, Dazai looks around to find that he’s… not in his
bedroom?

He’s on the couch in the living room, with a pillow under his head and a blanket draped over him.

It takes him a moment to remember why he’s here, his conversation with Fyodor and the fact he
fell asleep not even an hour later.

Now that he thinks about it, Dazai has no idea where Fyodor is, typically in the morning he’d be
somewhere in the kitchen, eating breakfast and reading some book that he still refuses to tell Dazai
the name of.

He sits up to get a better look of his surroundings and notices a note left on the Coffee table.

‘ I have left early

An alarm was set for you but I doubt it worked.’

What? Dazai never heard an alarm? He sees his phone on the table beside the note and picks it up.
‘Shit.’ He’s got about 20 minutes to get ready and rush to school.

Dazai hates rushing things such as these but even more than that he hates getting lectured about
useless things such as being late. Which is exactly what will happen if he doesn’t get there on time.

So in a hurry he gets changed, packs his bag and sprints out the door. The apartment is only a 10
minute walk to UA, but Dazai doesn’t have 10 minutes so instead he opts for a 5 minute run.

Once he finally reaches 1A’s door, he’s extremely out of breath, endurance was never his strong
suit, and only has less than a minute before the bell goes.

His regular classes fly by, he doesn't do much work in them, opting to just do it at the apartment,
where Fyodor is there time help him.

Not to say that Dazai isn't smart, he's incredibly smart actually, and would have no problem doing
the work himself. He's also incredibly lazy though and would much prefer having Fyodor's help.

Lunch is a similarly boring endeavor, Fyodor is once more nowhere to be found, so he is left to sit
with Uraraka and her friends.

Uraraka he can tolerate, she may have a particularly bubbly personality but it's not anything he
can't tolerate. Plus she's the only person he's talked to so far that he was able to have an actually
meaningful conversation with.

To put it simply he finds her interesting.

Her friends however, not so much.

Midoriya is someone he needs to keep an eye on, due to that weird stalker from the other day, but
outside of that he's the most boring person Dazais had to deal with so far.

Generic hero fanboy who worships the ground All Might walks on. Nothing he hasn't seen before.

Iida is slightly better, but not by much. He's a stereotypical rich boy with a stick up his ass, a
pushover attitude and his whole life handed to him on a silver platter.

Dazai could have guessed the rich boy thing without Uraraka asking him, but he's not complaining
either way.

Somehow she manages to pique his interest even in just normal conversation

As she asks about Iida's wealth, to most people she would look as bubbly and happy as always, and
she is still happy, but beneath that is a layer of resentment. She's fairly good at hiding her emotions
behind a cheerful facade, if Dazai didn't work the job he did, he likely would have fallen for it too.

If Dazai had to guess he would say money troubles, that would explain a few things like the fact
she owns a flip phone and is wearing the same exact uniform as yesterday, but seeing as he himself
owns a flip phone yet doesn’t have money problems, there could be another explanation. He
doubts he’s wrong though.

He’s proven right again when Uraraka’s asked why she wants to be a hero.

“Ah, I was hoping to use the money to support my family.” She assumes her goal is ‘selfish’ or
‘unheroic’, which is, in Dazai’s opinion, stupid. Heroics is a job, just like any other job, who cares
if they're just in it for the money, as long as they do the work, it really doesn’t matter.

They ask Midoriya and Iida as well, and they both give typical ‘Heroic’ answers.

For whatever reason, Dazai had assumed he would not be included in the conversation, so when
he’s asked it shocks him slightly. He obviously can’t tell them the real reason, that he doesn’t care
for heroes and is only here on someone else's orders, so he makes something up.

“Oh, Fyodor wants to be a hero.” It’s just vague enough that it won’t be questioned. but specific
enough that it counts as an answer.

Uraraka pipes up. “Fyodor? Wasn’t that your roommate? He’s in 1B right?” Dazai nods.

The conversation moves back away from him after that, and not long after the bell rings and he can
finally get away from these people.

——

Dazai’s somewhat curious about what their afternoon classes will be, all it said on the syllabus was
‘Basic Hero Training’, which doesn’t really give away much besides the fact they’ll probably be
fighting.

His curiosity is immediately gone when he sees who’s teaching the class.

“I AM HERE!-” All might, Japan's number 1 hero. A title that, if Dazai was not from Yokohama,
would impress him, but he is from Yokohama, and they don’t have any heroes there. So seeing
heroes in other parts of Japan just feels weird, Dazai can’t imagine dedicating his entire life to
saving people while running around in dumb costumes.

“-Coming through the door like a hero!” The rest of the class cheers upon finding out who their
teacher is, so in order to fit in, Dazai cheers as well

The class quiets down in order to let All Might talk again, “Welcome to the most

important class at UA! Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro, and what it means to fight in
the name of good!”

Dazai doesn’t know what learning to punch things has to do with ‘the name of good’, but he kills
people for a living so who is he to judge?

“Today's lesson will pull no punches!” Blonde boy and Greenie say something about combat
training upon hearing that, but Dazai has no idea how they're supposed to know that already.

“But one of the key parts of being a hero is..” He pauses for dramatic effect “...looking good!” All
Might points to the wall and lockers start coming out of it, presumably containing their hero
costumes.

“These were designed for you based on your Quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in
before school started!” Dazai made sure to keep his requests incredibly specific, with a drawing
and everything, he refuses to leave anything vague and give whoever designs these things the
chance to stuff him in some ugly spandex.

“Now get yourselves suited up, and meet me at Training Ground Beta!” The class grabs their
respective costumes and heads to the locker rooms.

This time, Dazai doesn’t have to worry about his bandages as much, if they didn’t ask yesterday, he
doubts they’ll ask today. Instead he’s able to just put on his costume and head outside.

His costume is, for the most part, the same thing he wears everyday in the mafia. White button up
shirt, black pants (Though these new ones are slightly stretchier), and black coat that hangs off his
shoulders.

However instead of the regular collar on his shirt, he has white lace ruffles going down the front.
His coat is also different, the inside being made of a red silk like fabric instead of the typical black,
it also has several more pockets then before, to hold weapons of course. Underneath the coat his
sleeves are more baggy than usual and his hands are covered by thin white gloves, fingerless
unfortunately, so he can use his ability. He also has an added black vest on top of the white button
up.

Fyodor had once said he was so pale he looked almost like a vampire, so he simply just altered his
clothes to look more typically ‘vampiric’. Most hero costumes tend to have a gimmick of sorts,
vampire was one of the less annoying things Dazai came up with.

It seems that the support company making the costumes had seen what he was going for though,
and included a set of removable tooth caps, shaped to look sharper, like a vampire’s of course.

Dazai decided that out of all the changes they could’ve made, this was one of the least bad.
The final part of his costume is just the plain white bandages he wears over his right eye. He had to
remove them while attending UA in order not to raise suspicion, but he should be fine if they were
part of his costume.

He would just leave them out entirely, but if he wants to be able to properly fight, they're
necessary.

After an accident involving his right eye (Dazai stabbing a scalpel into it as one of his earlier
suicide attempts), he lost almost all vision out of said eye. Which wouldn’t be an issue if not for the
fact that it’s still able to see light, causing it to mess with his vision and make it harder to do things
like aim properly, something that’s pretty important when he’s fighting.

So having them included is necessary, even if it might raise a few eyebrows.

“Woah dude!” He turns to see who’s talking to him, it’s the other blonde haired boy, though his
hair has a black stripe in it and he lacks the anger issues the other has. “If I didn’t know any better
I’d almost say you look like a villain!”

“Oh? I do? Huh, I hadn’t noticed that! Clearly my only option is to completely scrap this costume
and come up with a brand new one!” Zigzag boy, named after the shape of the stripe in his hair,
looks taken aback at his response.

“There's no need to do all that! Really, I think it looks great, I mean sure a little creepy- But what's
wrong with that!” He continues to come up with excuses that Dazai really doesn’t care to listen to.

“I was kidding.” Zigzag boy sighs in relief upon hearing his words. He opens his mouth to say
something but Dazai walks off before he can.

Once everyone’s changed and at the training grounds, All might delivers them another
‘Motivational speech’, that Dazai just finds honestly cringe, and unnecessarily dramatic.

“They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof!
Take this to heart, from now on you are all..” He pauses for a moment before continuing,
something he seems to really like doing. “ ... heroes in training!”

The class discusses each other's costumes for a moment before All might addresses them again
“Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training!”

Dazai sighs. He’s great at combat with weapons, such as knives or guns, or even giving someone
else orders to fight, usually Chuuya, but he’s not the best fighter himself.

He can hold his own in a fight of course, he’s incredibly fast, and agile, making it easy to dodge
most attacks, and Ability/Quirk attacks simply don’t work on him, but he’s not strong enough for
any direct hits he makes to do much damage. He’ll have to come up with something that can,
hopefully, utilize the quirk of whoever he’s fighting.

“This is the fake city from our entrance exam.” Dazai turns to see who’s talking, only to see it’s
glasses boy again, “Does that mean that we'll be conducting urban battles again?”

“Not quite. I'm going to move you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news
take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run‐ins with the most dastardly evildoers take
place indoors.” He’s right, for once.

Most organizations powerful enough to rival the mafia, aren’t stupid enough to start a fight out in
the open. Obviously All Might was talking about the villains they have in Musutafu, who’s plans
are, for the most part, absolutely pathetic compared to anything Dazai’s seen in Yokohama.
However even by their standards, villains who engage in fights indoors on average tend to have
more thought out plans.

All that really matters about this though is that fighting indoors gives Dazai a massive advantage.
It’s much easier to come up with any sort of strategy, meaning the battle won’t just be about who
can punch the hardest, along with the fact that it’s just what Dazai has the most experience in,
means he’s pretty confident that he can win this.

“For this training exercise, you'll be split into teams of good guys and bad guys

and fight two‐on‐two indoor battles!” At this, someone, Dazai couldn’t tell who, questions whether
they should really jump into battles like this without prior training. Dazai agrees, even when he
first joined the mafia he at least had basic combat training and knowledge, on Mori’s insistence. It
wouldn’t do well for his witness to be killed just because he couldn’t hold his own in a fight.

“The best training is what you get on the battlefield!” Is what All Might says as a response, which
is both incredibly stupid and incredibly wrong, it has Dazai questioning why this man is even
allowed to teach at all.
If Mori had that same idea, Dazai would have died years ago.

All Might then pulls out a piece of paper and begins to read off of it, telling them about the
exercise, only proving Dazai’s point that he should not be teaching them.

Soon everyone understands the exercise and it’s time to form teams. “We’ll choose teams by
drawing lots!” Dazai doesn’t really have a problem with randomizing the teams, he only knows one
person in his class and she’s more likely to choose green kid then him, so long as he doesn’t get the
blonde boy with anger issues, he really doesn’t care.

He ends up paired with someone named ‘Momo Yaoyorozu’ on the villain team, fighting against
‘Denki Kaminari’ ,who he soon learns is zigzag boy from the changing rooms, and ‘Kyoka Jirou’
someone else he hasn’t talked to so far.

Once they get to the room they’ll be viewing all the battles in, Dazai asks around a bit in order to
find out Kaminari and Jirou’s quirks. He soon learns they’re both a basic electricity quirk and some
sort of ‘earphone jack’ respectively.

He doesn’t know what the hell ‘Earphone jack’ does, so he’ll try and plan to make Yaoyorozu fight
her instead. Upon asking her about her quirk he finds out it lets her create pretty much anything, it
should be versatile enough to win against Jirou, no matter what her quirk is.

Honestly it could rival some abilities in strength if she simply used it better. Apparently she only
fights with a metal staff? Even though she could easily create much more powerful and useful
weapons, such as a knife or even a gun.

He’ll see if he can convince her to switch to guns in the future. If she does, at least he won’t stand
out when he finally gets one.

The first battle, between Greenie, Uraraka, Glasses, and Blonde boy, has already started, but he and
Yaoyorozu continue to strategize quietly, at least until it starts getting interesting.

There's no audio so he can’t hear what they're saying but based on their expressions it looks pretty
heated, either that or blonde boy just always looks like that.
He proceeds to charge at Greenie who then judo flips him right over his shoulder, which wow-
Dazai did not think he had the strength in him to do something like that- Or the courage, even now
he looks positively terrified of the other kid.

They throw a few more punches before Greenie seemingly gives up and runs away? Eh, Dazai
can’t blame him, if it weren’t for his ability he’d run from the explosions too.

While those two play cat and mouse, Uraraka finally locates the bomb, and Glasses who’s been
guarding it this whole time. She looks like she’s geering up for a sneak attack and she almost
succeeds until she completely fumbles it and starts laughing. Even after she’s found though, all
Glasses really does is continue whatever ‘villain monologue he’d been doing before.

As if on cue, Blonde kid finally finds Greenie and starts saying something, that Dazai and his
classmates can’t hear a word of, before pulling back the handle on those weird grenade things he’s
been wearing the whole time.

They're large and bulky, probably heavy too, so Dazai has no idea why he wears them, they’ll only
get in the way when he fights, and they look tacky.

As he’s doing that though All Might uses the comms to talk to him. “Young Bakugou,” Oh so
that’s his name, “Don’t do it! You’ll kill him!” That shocks him to hear. Why the hell is this school
letting untrained kids run around with potentially deadly weapons??

Bakugou, though, doesn’t listen and pulls on the pin anyway. For a moment nothing happens and
Dazai thinks that they were all exaggerating just how ‘deadly’ this weapon is.

Then, half the fucking building explodes. Okay, he can see how that’s deadly now-

It explodes with such force that the viewing room they're all in, which is at least half a kilometer
away, starts shaking too. Realistically, there’s no way that kid should have survived.

All Might attempts to contact Greenie on the comms system, but gets no response. On the cameras
he appears fine but Bakugou just continues his onslaught of attacks, and probably insults too.

One of his other classmates pipes up, “Sir isn’t this getting out of hand? That Bakugou is acting
real crazy, he’s gonna kill em!” He’s got a point there, the kid may have been able to survive one
of those attacks, but Bakugou’s got two gauntlets, there’s no way he can survive another.

“Not so.” Is the only thing All Might has to say to that, which Dazai thinks is ridiculous, but who
cares what he thinks. At least he claims he’ll call off the fight if Bakugou does that again, but by
that point it’ll be too late and Green kid will be dead.

Almost immediately, he’s back to beating up this poor kid, using a smokescreen to fake him out
and attack from behind, dirty move for a hero student.

He doesn’t even take a second to pause before flinging him over his shoulder, in a similar fashion
to back at the start of the fight. At this point it looks almost pathetic, watching Greenie get
relentlessly beaten like this.

Finally, he seems to gain the upper hand, using his quirk to blast a hole through the roof, which
gives Uraraka enough rubble to use her quirk on and attack Glasses, finally letting them touch the
bomb and secure the win.

The entire thing feels much too dramatic for a school exercise, especially one that happens on the
second day of school.

The smoke finally clears to reveal Greenie standing there with a completely broken arm and
Bakugou looking absolutely horrified by his defeat. Not even a second after their win is announced
Greenie falls to the floor and passes out.

He ends up having to be carried out by Uraraka then escorted to the infirmary.

He’s definitely a lot more interesting now.

The rest of the battles are incredibly boring in comparison, the red-white haired kid manages to
catch his attention for a moment, with his grand display of power, but it doesn’t last long. For now
he is simply just another kid with a strong quirk, nothing Dazai needs to care about.

Finally, after what feels like forever, it is his turn.

Once they reach the bomb, both Dazai and Yaoyorozu begin executing the plan.

She’ll stay with the bomb, almost guaranteeing she’ll fight Jirou who, due to her advanced hearing,
will have more luck locating the bomb. While Dazai will seek out Kaminari, with the intention of
taking him by surprise.

When the buzzer goes off, signifying the start of the battle, he and Yaoyorozu look at the camera
footage from the first floor, coming from a camera they placed there for this express purpose, just
to confirm the two really have split up, as Dazai predicted they would. Once his suspicions are
made sure of, he heads in the same direction he had just seen Kaminari go on the camera.

It takes longer for him to locate Kaminari then for Jirou to locate the bomb, seeing as he can hear
the noises from their fight even from the other side of the building, he cannot tell for sure but they
appear evenly matched in physical strength , meaning Yaoyorozu’s intelligence is what will tip the
scales in her favor.

Finally Dazai turns a corner to see a head of yellow hair faced away from him, talking on his
comm. Perfect.

Slowly he approaches him, lowering his hand into one of the pockets in his coat and pulling out a
roll of spare bandages.

They're the kind he uses everyday, so they're nice and stretchy, soft as well, but unlike the kind
typically used for injuries that you’d find in any old hospital, they take a lot of force to break.
Force that most 15 year olds certainly don’t have.

Soon he’s standing directly behind the oblivious teen and preparing himself a strip of the bandages
to use.

Quickly, before the kid even knows what's hit him, Dazai runs up behind him and wraps the
bandage firmly around his neck, then pulls, cutting off any airflow he once had.

Kaminari attempts to fight back, letting off shocks of electricity with his quirk, but all are
immediately nullified the second they make contact with Dazai.

As he’s slowly choking Kaminari, he hears the announcement telling them that Jirou has been
captured. Good, Yaoyorozu may turn out to be a useful ally during his time here, considering how
smart and efficient she is.

Finally, once his attempts to fight back dwindle, and he looks seconds away from passing out,
Dazai releases the end of the bandage, setting Kaminari free.

The boy immediately collapses to his knees in a coughing fit as he attempts to breathe.

Dazai puts the roll of bandages back in the pocket from whence they came and pulls out the
capture tape he had been given for this exercise, then bends down to Kaminari's level in order to
wrap it around his wrist.

The buzzer goes off, and All Might declares a win for the villains.

Dazai’s tempted to walk off and simply leave the boy where he is, but in order to lay low he must
act typically ‘heroic’ and leaving his classmate to choke on their own air isn’t exactly heroic. It’s
not good sportsmanship either, not that that’s something of value in the mafia.

He offers the boy a hand which is quickly taken, with a bit more force than necessary. Dazai then
lifts him up and lets his body be used as a crutch as they walk back towards the viewing room.

They walk in silence, if not for the fact that Kaminari is still struggling to breathe, then for the fact
that most people aren’t typically inclined to strike up a conversation with people who choked them
to the brink of passing out not even 2 minutes ago.

He sees a relatively unharmed Yaoyorozu and a somewhat bruised Jirou leave the building a
minute or so later, walking almost as close as he and Kaminari, though likely out of a newfound
friendship, not medical necessity.

When they make it back they hear the remainder of their classmates discuss who was the ‘MVP’ of
this round.

Everyone is in agreement that it was the villain team who deserves such a title but there is some
debate as to which member.
He hears the red-white haired boy from before argue in Yaoyorozu’s favor, “Yaoyorozu was able
to successfully protect the bomb and subdue Jirou with no more force than necessary.” He gets the
feeling the last part was intended to be a jab at his method of capture.

Uraraka argues back, “But Dazai’s strategy was what won them the match, and his attack was
much more effective then an all out brawl like the other two had!” Someone who he can’t see buts
in, “He was unnecessarily cruel! It is unbenefiting of a future hero to act in such a violent way!”

All Might cuts off the argument by declaring them both the MVP, which to Dazai just feels like a
massive cop out, and sends them off to the changing rooms.

As he’s saying goodbye to his nice, stylish, mafia look alike costume, and returning to the tacky
monstrosity that is the schools uniform, Kaminari hovers behind him nervously.

He turns to face him, “Did you need something?”, upon being addressed so abruptly he startles for
a moment, but collects himself fairly quickly.

“Uh yeah, I just wanted to make sure you knew that I uh- didn’t hold any of that against you,
y’know?” Dazai does in fact, not know. “Hold any of what against me?”

Again, Kaminari is startled by him, it’s almost as if the boy is scared of him. “Uhm- You
strangling me..?” Oh yes, that.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought you would.” Dazai is now just folding his costume up in a way that,
hopefully, won’t wrinkle it too bad.

“That’s uh- good then! I think!” There is an awkward pause between the two of them. “I’ll just- Go
back now.” He rushes out of the change rooms, leaving Dazai standing there staring at the wall.

He hadn’t thought it would scare him that bad, he’ll have to be careful to use less ‘cruel’ attacks
during future lessons. It wouldn’t be good if the whole class was that afraid of him.

Soon they're all seated in the classroom again, quietly conversing as they wait for the final bell to
ring.
When it does, everyone begins to pack their bags and walk towards the door. Said door is soon
slammed open, causing the only sound in the room to be the echoing ‘ Bang’ it had made when
hitting the wall behind it.

Everyone watches in silent curiosity as a figure who only Dazai would recognise strolls in as if he
owns the place.

The invading Russian then walks right up to Dazai and hits him over the head with what, to
everyone else, looks like an incredibly heavy book.

“Где моя книга, шлюха!?” Everyone else looks a mixture of shocked and confused at the foreign
language.

Dazai though begins reaching into his bag and pulls out Fyodor’s beloved ushanka. It’s harshly
grabbed out of his hand and soon returned to its rightful place utop Fyodor’s head.

Dazai then dramatically rubs the spot on which Fyodor hit him and complains about such a
transgression. “Owww! Fyodor you wound me! Have you never learned any manners? Didn’t your
mommy teach you?” It’s a low blow and based of the smirk on his face, Dazai knows it.

“Не говори так о моей матери.” Is quickly shot back.

The two begin walking out of the classroom, many eyes are still on them but some of his
classmates have elected to mind their own business and return to their own conversations.

In typical Dazai fashion, he is complaining about the day’s events before even stepping foot
outside the class. He speaks in russian to conceal some of his more Unsavory thoughts. He quickly
begins complaining about the classes’ lesson with All Might only to be interrupted by Fyodor, who
has switched back to english.

“Who is.. ‘All Might’?” He does not sound pleased that there is something Dazai knows that he
doesn’t.

Any members of class 1A close enough to still hear their conversation are practically outraged,
especially Midoriya who may just be the world's biggest All Might fan.
 Said fan immediately asks how someone could not know such a thing, “How do you not know who
All Might is?!” As expected, he sounds horrified at the idea that someone doesn’t know the
‘iconic’ hero.

Fyodor turns to address him. “I grew up in Russia, how do you expect I do not know of a hero who
operates solely in Japan.” He speaks in a deadpan tone, already fed up with the hero bullshit he’s
being forced to deal with.

Most of his class seems to accept this answer, Midoriya isn’t a fan but before he can question him
any further some of Dazai’s more nosey classmates begin asking him about what it’s like to grow
up in Russia, mainly what heroes they have.

Fyodor, not in the mood to talk to people anymore that day, just grabs Dazai by the wrist and
practically drags him out of the classroom.

Dazai, who is similarly fed up with his class, does not protest.

Chapter End Notes

This chapter was an absolute pain to write, sorry it took so long but I was just
struggling the whole way. Apologies if it doesn’t flow very well, it was written in
chunks over the past 2 weeks and i do not have the energy or motivation to go back
and fix it.

Sorry for the overall lack of Fyodor in this chapter, it hurt me too, i had to sneak in that
scene in the end just so i was motivated to sctually finish this chapter. Unfortunately it
was necessary, seeing as it already racked up 5,000 words (which wow, it was not
supposed to be that long) i didn’t want to add a whole new scene just to include
Fyodor, so that part at the end was my compromise.

For the Russian parts i used google translate so apologies if it’s not fully accurate but,
“Где моя книга, шлюха” translates to “Where’s my book, whore” and “ Не говори
так о моей матери” translates to “Don't talk about my mother like that”.

Other then that a few more notes, Sorry if Dazai feels too out of character, i tend to
write him very differently when he’s not around fyodor like he’s been the last 2
chapters. (much less ‘formal’ n junk, aswell as way more negative about things)
I’m also trying to write him as not too overpowered, seeing as even though he’s the
demon prodigy, he’s still just 16, but it’s hard to keep a balance between ‘not too
overpowered’ and ‘still stronger then his entire class’. (because lets face it, he is at this
stage)

title from “I’m gonna win” - Rob Carter

The next 2 chapters will have alot more Fyodor to make up for his absence here.
(thank god)

i think thats all, hopefully chp 4 won’t take as long as this did,

Thank you for reading!

-Cat :3
 “When I’m far from home, don’t call me on the phone (To tell me you’re
alone)”
Chapter Summary

Dazai and Fyodor on ‘Homes’. Dazai’s friends question him about Fyodor and the
school gets broken into, giving Dazai a bad feeling about the upcoming feild trip.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Winter in St.Petersburg is a lonely, desolate thing.

Warmth is few and far between, found in small does from blankets that are almost enough but not
quite, from partner’s whose embrace is a harsh desperate thing as they cling to each other like a
lifeline, from alcohol in bars that are emptier than they ought to be.

For two boys stood on a bridge though, warmth is not found at all. Their minds and bodies alike
are cold and calculating, some would say they would not know true warmth if it hit them in the
face, they would be inclined to agree.

Dazai did not want to find himself in St.Petersburg at such a cold, dreary time of year, but Mori
had ordered he accompany a current executive on a mission, and he is nothing if not able to follow
orders. Sometimes Dazai wonders if that is all he is. Just a puppet on a string, a doll unable to do
anything but follow the commands of someone who sees it fit to order him around like a dog.

Standing next to him is Fyodor, someone well acquainted with Petersburg’s harsh winters,
someone who had not expected Dazai to experience one with him, but was pleasantly surprised as
he did.

Kicking his feet back and forth from where he sits atop the railing, Dazai turns his head to gaze at
Fyodor, considering something. It is an action so normal it almost makes him seem like the regular
14 year old he ought to be.

Soon, he makes his decision and speaks up, “Fyodor, why do you live here?” Fyodor is almost
startled by the blunt nature of the question, Dazai is not one to be direct in such things, yet he does
so when speaking with Russia’s resident demon, he has not yet discovered why.
Fyodor simply parrots the question back to him, “Why do I live here?” Dazai nods. “Yes, why do
you live here? You travel all the time, you could live anywhere you want, yet you stay in a place
with such horrible conditions.”

“Because it is my home.” It is Dazai’s turn to be surprised now. “It is my home and I could not
abandon it so carelessly.” Fyodor was born and raised in St.Petersburg, the city has brought as
much light to his life as it has dark, it is his home.

Dazai looks almost frustrated at this. “I don’t see why someone would care so much about
‘homes’. I don’t have a home, I don’t need one!” He continues in a much quieter voice. “…I don’t
think I ever will have one.”

Fyodor isn’t sure if Dazai intended for him to hear that last bit, but he did nonetheless. He almost
pities the boy, he lacks a home, a place to belong. He has nowhere to return to when he is tired
and worn, when he is scorched by the world and craves an ounce of comfort he will remain lost,
with nowhere to hide.

It is something benefiting of the Port Mafia’s Demon Prodigy.

He wishes to help such a pitiful man. “Perhaps your home is not a place.” Dazai’s eyes widen,
curiosity at what Fyodor could possibly say painted across his face. “Perhaps when you are shut
out by the world you find solace in not a place, but a person.”

It is an idea Fyodor has toyed with in the past, seeking warmth not through curling up in a blanket
on a chair next to a raging fireplace in a house to call your own, but through the comforting
embrace of another.

Excluding the rare times Dazai will brush a hand against his, or sit too close and touch his
shoulder to Fyodor’s, the demon does not know ‘touch’. In the same way Dazai wonders if he will
ever find a home, Fyodor wonders if he will ever experience a concept so foreign to him.

His thoughts are interrupted by a loud and imposing snicker from beside him. He turns to see
Dazai holding a hand to his mouth in an effort to suppress his laughter. He fails and soon the boy
has devolved into full on hysterics. His hands are wrapped around his stomach, he is doubled over
on himself and his legs hook onto the poles of the bridge fence, holding on for dear life.
Fyodor cannot figure out what is so funny.

Dazai continues his laughing fit for a good minute or two, before it starts dying down and between
wheezing breaths he is able to give Fyodor a response.

“Oh, Fedya… You’re so funny sometimes you know?” Fyodor doesn’t know, and he isn’t sure he
wants to. The mind of the Demon Prodigy is a scary place, one he does not wish to enter right now.

So he ignores whatever Dazai may be thinking, he ignores how someone could find the idea of
human connection to be so stupid it leaves him fighting to breathe between laughs at the mere
suggestion he may harbor it. For now, Fyodor does not want to know.

Instead he starts up the conversation again, with a topic he is less hesitant to explore.

“I’ll have to leave this place soon.” Dazai pulls his legs up on top of the fence and crosses them
underneath him, when he sits like this he almost reminds Fyodor of a cat.

“I do not want to but I have no choice about the matter.” Dazai smiles, it is fake, the smile he
paints upon his canvas of a face when taking pleasure out of others misery, Fyodor is annoyed to
see it pointed at him.

“Why? Your landlady kick you out of something?” Fyodor scowls. “No. She is dead.” Dazai looks
dejected, almost disappointed that Fyodor was in fact, not getting kicked out of his house.

“It will be me who leaves, when the time comes.” Dazai does not interject, so Fyodor continues.
“A demon such as myself would do well to not hold such attachments.” Because that’s what he is, a
demon. It is unbenefitting of a demon to have a home he cannot let go off. So Fyodor will let go.

That’s part of what connects the two, Dazai and Fyodor. They are both demons, something
inhuman, incapable of the things people take for granted each day. They have been like this since
birth and nothing will ever change that.

Fyodor turns to face Dazai and sees the scowl on his face, it is genuine. He believes Fyodor is
stupid for letting go, that only a fool would give up such a thing that Dazai would kill to have,
would kill himself to have.
Fyodor thinks Dazai a fool for being so willing to throw his life away for even a shred of humanity,
when it would be best to embrace the darkness for what it is. An old friend, the only friend they
will ever have.

Perhaps, they could be fools together.

——-

Almost two years later the demons words proved true. He had abandoned his home in
St.Petersburg in pursuit of his goal, to possibly never return.

Instead he is sat in the kitchen of an average apartment in Musutafu as Dazai watches him drink
tea.

Dazai would prefer coffee, he prefers whiskey above both. To him tea is tasteless and bland, there
is no point to drinking something so deprived of flavor, and he often tells Fyodor as such.

They have to leave for UA in a few minutes, but for now they simply sit in silence, as Fyodor
drinks his tea and Dazai idly watches him.

Soon Fyodor’s teacup is drained and the silence is broken.

“Be careful today.” Dazai is left stunned, trying to blink away his confusion, as Fyodor turns
around to place his teacup in the sink, with a sort of gentleness he does not afford to most objects,
or even people.

“What does that mean??” He loathes to admit Fyodor knows something he does not, but in this case
it is clear to both of them Fyodor holds all the cards.

Fyodor just smiles at him, a cruel, knowing smile, “All will be revealed in due time.” Dazai
groans.
“Can’t you just be normal for once? Make my life a little easier? People would like you more if
you weren’t such a cryptic asshole all the time.” Fyodor just laughs dryly at his misery, can’t he
see how Dazai is suffering here?!

Soon their few minutes of solace are used up, and they must depart for school.

When they arrive at said school, it is crowded by reporters shoving mics and cameras in the face of
any students unfortunate enough to get noticed by their prying eyes.

Dazai cannot afford to have such cameras shoved in his face. The demon prodigy may only be
known in Yokohama but it still wouldn’t do well for him to be recognised so early on in the
mission.

So as they draw closer he is forced to cling to Fedya’s arm and hide behind him in order to hide his
face from the nosy media. They should learn where to stick their nose before the wrong person
bites it off.

Just like all the other students, Fyodor is approached by the reporters and mics are shoved in his
face, a bit too close for anyone, especially Fyodor, to be comfortable with it.

“How is it learning under All Might?”

“What’s he taught you so far?”

“Why has UA hired him now?”

They are bombarded with questions from all sides, Fyodor, being the quick thinker he is, dismisses
any interest they had in him with just a few sentences. “We are from Gen Ed,” Fyodor’s voice
takes on an almost bitter tone, “I have never even seen All Might.”

As quickly as they pounced on them, the reporters let the two boys go, ready to find better prey,
with real answers. They are able to make it the rest of the way to the gates with no issues, Unlike
Midoriya who he sees has been caught by a particularly persistent pest.
“I can’t stand those people, who do they think they are?! Some of us have places to be, y'know.”
Fyodor nods along. “They should apologize! For daring to disrupt my otherwise perfect day!”

“Of course, they should be hung for such a horrific transgression.” Dazai knows he is being
sarcastic but plays along anyway.

“Yes! Ooh! Or, we could cut their heads off! Off with their heads!!” Beside him Fyodor suppresses
a laugh at his dramatics.

Dazai continues to grumble about the ‘Horrid, evil reporters’ the rest of the way to class, only
stopping when he and Fyodor must finally depart.

When he enters 1-A the first thing he notices is that Aizawa isn’t there yet, meaning everyone else
is being loud, how they can be so energetic at practically 7 in morning, he doesn’t know, but he’ll
just have to deal with it.

Just like that last 2 days, Uraraka, Greenie, and Glasses (whose names he really should learn at
some point-) are all huddled together, crowding around Greenie’s desk. However when Dazai sits
down at his own desk, Green kid’s attention immediately turns to him, causing the 2 others to
follow suit.

It’s Uraraka who speaks up first though, “Oh Dazai! When’d you get here? We were just talking
about you!” They were? He doesn’t think he’s done anything suspicious so far so why were they
talking about him? What could they have been saying?

He laughs it off, “Oh I only just sat down.” Greenie looks at him with the same look someone
would give a puzzle. He’s trying to figure something out.

It seems he isn’t able to though, as he asks Dazai about whatever it was seconds later. “Who was
that yesterday?” Ah, that makes sense, he is simply wondering about Fyodor, that’s fine, he isn’t
around Fyodor enough to blow his cover anyway.

Glasses boy makes a strangled sound at this. “MIDORIYA! You need to be more respectful of
your classmates! You did not even greet him! I expected this from someone like Bakugou, not
you!” Midoriya, he now knows, starts backpedaling and apologizing to both Dazai and Glasses,
even though he never did anything to Glasses.
Finally they both quiet down and the attention is turned back to Dazai. “He makes a good point
though, Who was that yesterday?” He makes a show of pushing his glasses towards his nose as he
speaks. He seems like someone fun to mess with.

“Sorry, Who are you again?” All 3 of them are stunned into silence.

“As someone attending this prestigious hero academy you should have all your classmates' names
memorized by now!” He punctuates his sentence with several unnecessary ‘arm chops’, it makes
him look like some kind of robot.

Dazai looks at him skeptically, “You have all of the class’ names memorized, even mine?” He
nods, looking somewhat proud of himself.

“Of course! It is only benefiting of a future hero to know the names of his future colleagues,
Dazai.” That feels uncomfortable. Dazai scowls at him.

“Wow, what a creep.” He panics in a way that's very reminiscent of Midoriya’s earlier panicked
apologies, while Dazai fights the urge to grin. He always likes messing with the more ‘stuck up’
ones, perhaps these 3 aren’t as much of a pain to hang out with as he thought. As long as Midoriya
keeps his mouth shut, he’s too smart for his own good, Dazai can’t risk him figuring out something
he shouldn’t.

Uraraka butts back into the conversation, done with her brief talk with the pink alien looking girl.
“That was Fyodor wasn’t it? Your roommate?”

“Yes, unfortunately my horribly rude and abusive roommate has come to my school to only ruin
my life further.” He puts a hand to his head, as if he is one of those actors in movies when they're
about to faint.

“What?” “Are you okay!?” “Do you need help?” Are said simultaneously by them, their volume
drawing attention from those around them.

Dazai just looks bored. “Of course I’m okay, I was kidding.” Judging by the looks on their faces,
the other 3 didn’t find it nearly as funny as he did.
Sadly they don’t get to continue their conversation any further, as the starting bell rings and
Aizawa enters the room, sending everyone back to their own seats and away from him, thank god.

He forgoes any sort of greeting and gets right into talking about yesterday’s exercise. “Decent
work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your
team's results. Bakugo, you’re talented, so don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?” Bakugou
looks pissed about being insulted like that, but in a surprising show of emotional maturity he stays
seated and keeps his mouth shut.

Dazai waits in silence as he goes through the rest of the class's results, soon he’s onto Dazai’s
group. Both Kaminari and Jirou essentially get told to ‘strategize better’ which he agrees with but
on its own it’s incredibly unhelpful advice.

He praises Yaoyorozu for her fighting and planning skills, but tells her she shouldn’t have let the
fight go on for so long and should have tried to end it quicker. Reasonable, but considering it’s only
their 3rd day she was fairly impressive.

“And Dazai, You did well apprehending Kaminari quickly and leaving no opportunity for a
counter attack, but it would be best if you were less cruel in the future.” He can understand that
suddenly not being able to breathe is scary, but compared to leaving the building covered in cuts
and bruises like his partner did, Dazai would say Kaminari got off easy, all he had was a slight
bruise on his throat and his airways cleared up fairly quickly once he could actually breathe again.

If Aizawa wants him to be ‘less cruel’ he should provide him with actual weapons he can use,
instead of the ones he’s forced to sneak into school just in case something goes wrong.

Finally Aizawa’s gone over the whole class, some getting advice that’s actually helpful, the others
left with a few vague comments essentially meaning ‘get better’.

“Right. Let's get down to business, our first task will decide your future. You all need to pick a
class representative.” Dazai doesn’t think choosing a class president will ‘decide their future’ but to
each their own.

The class immediately starts yelling about how they each want to be the president but are quickly
shut down by Glasses who goes on an overly dramatic and frankly unnecessary lecture about how
the president should be chosen democratically.
“The class representative's duty is to lead others. That's not something just anyone can do. You
must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill
this position is democratically. We will hold an election to choose our leader!” Some students bring
up a good point about how most people will just vote for themselves, which Glasses quickly
dismissed.

“Most people will, but that means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most
suitable person for the job. It's the best way, right, sir?” Aizawa looks like he would rather be
anywhere else right now, and begins retreating into his sleeping bag over in the corner of the
classroom.

“Do what you want, just decide before my nap's over.” Soon Glasses is passing around little slips
of paper for people to vote on and then collecting them all to be tallied up.

He ended up voting for Yaoyorozu, she’s smart enough to do all the typical ‘class leader’ stuff and
she’s not so stuck up, like a certain someone, that it’ll end up being a pain to listen to her.

Unfortunately she only ends up as vice president, the president being Midoriya, someone who's
clearly not up for the job. He’s skittish, shy, and spends so much time fawning over All Might
Dazai doubts he’d have any left for the class duties. He himself seems to recognise this too.

The rest of the homeroom and his regular classes fly by once more, the work assigned being stuff
he’d learned years ago under Mori’s guidance. He spends most of the lessons slacking off thinking
of ways to further annoy Iida, whose name he had learnt during the election, to get the best reaction
out of him.

At lunch he’s, unfortunately, sat next to Uraraka’s friends again, luckily this time Fyodor is here to
accompany him, even if it’s only to better understand why Dazai hates spending time with these
people so much. Fyodor always says he’s ‘A horrible judge of character’, clearly he’s lying, Dazai
is amazing at judging people.

However it means he’s also forced to listen to Midoriya whine about being elected president.

“Guys, I'm kinda worried about the class rep thing, I don't think I'm qualified.” Of course, being
the future-heroes they are, Uraraka and Iida assure him that he’ll do great, and everything will be
fine, instead of telling him he’s right and having him resign from the position, which would be the
best thing for all of them.
“Your courage and quick thinking under stress will help make you a worthy leader. Not to mention
the strength you've demonstrated. Those are the reasons I voted for you, at least.” It’s no surprise
he’s one of the 3 who voted for him, but no amount of strength will help Midoriya complete
paperwork, Chuuya had to learn that the hard way.

Midoriya looks shocked that his friend voted for him. “You were one of the three?” Iida nods,
Uraraka pipes up, “I voted for you too! You’d make a great class rep Deku!” She then turns to
Dazai, “Who’d you vote for?”

Dazai, who was previously engrossed in his food, they were serving crab today, is forced back into
the conversation. “Mh?” he swallows the rest of his bite. “Oh yeah, I voted for Yaoyorozu, she
seems smart enough for it.”

Midoriya looks vaguely uncomfortable, as if Dazai had just insulted him or something, while
Fyodor gives him a glare for talking while he’s eating.

“That’s disgusting, close your mouth.” Dazai frowns, but listens anyway and goes back to eating
his crab.

It startles the other 3 to hear him talk though, since apparently they hadn’t even noticed he was
there.

Iida lets out a gasp, “You! You were the one who stormed into our classroom yesterday! Don’t you
know UA is a prestigious academy, who are you to disrespect it like that! Just barging in so
rudely!?”

Fyodor ignores Iida’s rant and just moves a piece of crab meat from his plate to Dazai’s, seeing as
despite Dazai’s love for the food, Fyodor can’t stand it, or any seafood for that matter.

Midoriya speaks up, looking at Fyodor skeptically, “Yeah actually, I was wondering why you did
that?” He says it like it’s a question, as if he’s scared to sound ‘accusing’ to Fyodor.

Fyodor does grant them an answer this time. “Dazai had stolen my hat, I was merely taking it back
from him.”

Midoriya still looks suspicious for some reason, but Iida turns to Dazai with a scandalized look on
his face. “How could you steal some poor unassuming student’s hat! A future hero should not be
acting in such vile ways!!”

Dazai interrupts his rant to explain his ‘reasoning’. “It was only revenge for not waking me up that
day. Can you believe it, he was perfectly fine letting me be late for school yesterday!! How cruel!”

Both Iida and Midoriya look somewhat confused while Uraraka and Fyodor are unapologetically
glaring at him for his dramatics.

“Why would he wake you up?” Midoriya looks genuinely confused, Dazai leans forward and pats
him on the head mockingly. “I had thought a hero-in-training would be more observant but I
suppose not.” He shrugs.

Iida looks completely stunned by his insults while Midoriya just looks more confused, though
slightly offended. “More observant? What are you talking about?” Dazai tsks at him.

“I told you this morning when you asked about him then, we’re roommates, which means it’s his
job to wake me up in the morning!!” Uraraka looks unimpressed. “I don’t think that’s how
roommates work Dazai.”

Dazai was about to correct her and explain that it absolutely is how they work, but he’s stopped by
a loud alarm that rings all throughout the cafeteria.

“WARNING, LEVEL 3 SECURITY BREACH, ALL STUDENTS PLEASE EVACUATE THE

BUILDING, WARNING, LEVEL 3 SECURITY BREACH…”

Everyone around them looks panicked, Iida turns to the closest person to ask what's going on, due
to missing the orientation they have no idea what a ‘level 3 security

breach’ is.

“What's a level 3 security breach?” The boy starts frantically packing his bag, “It means that
someone’s managed to get past the school's barriers! This hasn’t happened in my three years here!
We should get going!” He immediately takes off leaving the 5 of them behind.

Soon Midoriya, Uraraka and Iida take off as well, Uraraka takes a moment to look back and check
if they're following, but only shrugs upon finding out they’re not.

Neither Dazai nor Fyodor are willing to enter that death trap of a hallway. Especially Fyodor
considering his ability, he may be able to avoid accidentally killing some unfortunate soul who
bumps into him, but when surrounded on all sides by people at least one of them is bound to die.

So instead they stay seated and continue eating their lunch, surprisingly the food is really good, and
Dazai isn’t willing to give up his crab for some mere break in.

After a minute or so of people scrambling about in the hall, they hear Iida’s voice yelling above
them, assuring everyone that ‘it’s okay’ and ‘it’s just the media!’. They catch a glimpse of him
from where they’re seated and Dazai has to stifle a laugh, he looks like some sort of exit sign.

Both he and Fyodor turn their attention to each other, Dazai can see skepticism written all over the
rat’s face. “The media would not pull such a foolish stunt.” Dazai agrees.

“They don’t have the ability to do so anyway.” Clearly someone else let them in, someone Dazai
isn’t aware of yet. He doesn’t like that.

He waits for Fyodor to elaborate but after a minute of silence sighs and gives in. “Are you going to
explain why exactly you’re telling me this? or do i just have to figure it out myself.”

Fyodor shakes his head, telling Dazai that no, he will not help him any further. Dazai sighs.

It’s moments like these that make Dazai question why exactly the rat hates Mori so much,
considering they’re so alike. Giving Dazai half of the answers then forcing him to find the rest
himself is one of Mori’s favorite pastimes.

Once everyone stops panicking and the police arrive, the media are quickly escorted off the
premises and the students are able to head back to class.

——
Once everyone’s seated Midoriya and Yaoyorozu take the podium and begin discussing the rest of
the class officers, but before they are able to decide any Midoriya speaks up.

“But first, there’s something I wanna say.” He’s curled in on himself, practically dripping with
nerves. “I’ve thought a lot about this and.. I think Tenya Iida should be our class rep!”

As his little speech continues he seems to gain more confidence. “He was able to capture
everyone’s attention and get us in line, so I believe… that he should be the one leading our class
from now on!”

For whatever reason the rest of the class seems to trust Midoriya’s judgment. Aizawa butts in
declaring this a waste of time and demanding they hurry up, for once Dazai agrees with the man.

Iida stands up. “If Midoriya has nominated me for this job, then I humbly accept! I pledge to carry
out my duties as class rep to the best of my abilities!” The rest of the class encourage him.

Dazai looks over at Yaoyorozu to see she’s clearly displeased with the outcome.

He turns to face Iida, “Shouldn’t you be vice president instead? Y’know since Yaoyorozu did get
more votes than you.” Bakugou pipes up, “No one asked for your opinion bandages!” Which is
weird considering he should hate this outcome, one of Midoriya’s friends being class rep should
suck for him.

The rest of the class seem to agree with him, though they use less crude language when doing so,
and Iida remains class rep. Unfortunately.

As Yaoyorozu goes back to her seat she turns to him for a moment, “Thank you for what you said,
while i do agree with you, the rest of the class wants Iida as class representative so i should respect
their decision.” While her thanks is surprising, it’s not unwelcome, he was hoping to get on her
good side after all.

Once both class reps have returned to their seats and everyone’s quieted down, Aizawa begins
explaining their training for the afternoon.
“Today’s training will be a little different.” Oh? “You’ll have three instructors, me, All Might and
another faculty member will be keeping tabs on you.” One of his classmates asks about what kind
of training it is.

“Rescue, you’ll be dealing with natural disasters, shipwrecks, stuff like that.” In the mafia Dazai
doesn’t do a lot of ‘rescue’ work, he’s retrieved a few of their kidnapped/captured agents but aside
from that rescue isn’t really his thing, so he’s not sure how good he’ll be at this. It may be the first
thing at UA where he actually learns something.

The class is excited about the training but as usual gets interrupted by Aizawa. “Guys I’m not
finished yet. What you wear in this exercise is up to you.” He continues in a more bitter voice. “I
know you're excited about costumes.” He seems to find the flashy spandex as stupid as Dazai does,
maybe Aizawa isn’t as bad as he thought.

“But keep in mind that you haven’t gotten used to them yet, and they might limit your abilities.”
He presses a button to open the lockers. “This training’s taking place at an off campus facility, so
we’ll be taking a bus to get there. That’s all, start getting ready.”

He walks off and leaves the class to change into their costumes or PE uniforms respectively.

While they’re waiting outside for the bus Uraraka points out that Midoriya’s not wearing his
costume. “Deku? Why are you wearing your PE clothes? Where’s your costume at?”

“You saw it after the combat training, it was kinda trashed. I’m still waiting on the support
company to fix it up.” Thank god, Dazai couldn’t bear to look at that thing for another second.

Iida pulls a whistle out of who knows where and starts demanding they form 2 lines to board the
bus alphabetically, he knew having Iida as class rep would be annoying but he didn’t think it’d be
this bad already.

As they all board the bus, which has an open layout effectively ruining Iida’s boarding strategy,
Dazai gets the feeling something’s.. off.

He doesn’t know what Fyodor was talking about this morning, but he gets the idea it’s got
something to do with this field trip.
 He really didn’t wanna get injured this early on in the school year, but he supposes he has no
choice. Atleast, if he’s lucky, this could help him progress in the mission Mori gave him.

Chapter End Notes

This chapter came much faster then last one, but i still thank you all for waiting!

I’ve been really excited to write this one (and the next) ever since i planned them, due
to the fyozai start scene (which is absolutely my favourite part of this chapter, i had so
much fun writing it) and another fyozai scene in the next chapter.

Sorry for this one being so dialogue heavy, the next one should have a lot more action
(due to the usj n all) I honestly don’t know how it got so long considering it’s mistly
just people talking but here we are, (seriously this did not feel like 5k when i was
writing it)

I’ve started to develop more of a plot for this fic, (i had started with nothing besides
‘fyozai go to UA’) so events that aren’t just the MHA canon stuff will start happening!
the ending is still unplanned though, so if theirs anything you want to happen by the
end of the fic please tell me and i’ll see if i can include it

On a completely unrelated note i discovered sigssk while i was writing this and
absolutely fell in love, their so <33 i wanna write a fic with them so much but i cannot
write romance to save my life esp fluffy cute stuff.

also after planning out a few more chapters, i’ve realised this fic might actually need
the angst tag, take that as you will.
(Just realised it’s always been here, woopsies, but now it’s actually earned ig)

Thank you for reading!

-Cat ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

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