Bsd x Mha

New Neighbors & Social Anxiety

Dazai stood at the door, smirk evident that something was about to happen. On rare occasions, Chuuya saw their facial features mimic an actual person, but when Dazai was, it meant something utterly vile was taking place. Chuuya was the only one who could recognize such a smile, others were too focused on their beauty. On their dark eyes, their brown hair with specs of red, their smile that tries to fill up a room, like sugar to one's heart. Nobody saw anything other than what Dazai wanted them to. Except for Chuuya, perhaps he was cursed. Their true smile, the one nobody else saw, hidden behind a lock was terrifying.

It might've been when Chuuya was on a mission that he saw this same smile.

He didn't truly look happy or excited until expected to do so, the single true time he's ever even seen Dazai smiling was when he was standing over a dead body. They were half out of their mind at that point, excessively shooting the body, giggling like it was a ritual, pupils wide open.

No, this smile wasn't real, it wasn't manic enough. Just a small smile, one waiting until it has to be used, like a mask. Dazai then turned to him, mask on full display. If Chuuya were anyone else, he might've felt more threatened. Pressured, like claws were digging into his shoulders. Dazai always knew how to break people. But Chuuya had already been broken once, betrayed by both his brother and a god that never let him go. If Dazai once had wings, then they were now torn off by the winds, forced to fall into the ocean with Chuuya as they drown together..

If Chuuya was drowning then Dazai was dead, torn apart by the pressure, 1948 meters under.

Things like this always amused them to a certain extent. Anyone could do graphs, files, or informative calls. It doesn't matter if a graph is slightly better when done with Dazai's help. Everything is. No, the field is where they excel, like a moonflower taking to the night sky. They fit to any role assigned, any person, any work, anything. Dazai is perfect, they freed themselves long ago, no longer bound to the ground, instead taking to the sky.

Far above the clouds, in between the stars and the otherworldly sky. But right now, they were chained to the ground, courtesy to Mori and his oblivious underlings.

Until they were ripped out of the chains, they would play any part. If Dazai were any less intelligent, they would never want to leave. Manipulation no longer affected them, any attempts were simply absorbed as new information.

It was thrilling, being so close to death whilst suffering the lows of living. To be so close, dipping his feet into the void ever so often.

Acting as a human seemed to fill a void in Dazai, as much as it tore a hole into Chuuya's chest. So as Dazai bore his eyes into Chuuya, he nodded back, face stuck in a permanent frown, ever so honest. So unlike them.

Mere seconds went by as something dull made a thud on the floor, shuffled feet moving closer. One. Two. Three. It was a boy. Footsteps heavy enough to leave imprints on Dazai's head, that carefully marked the weight, step pattern, and pitch. Ever a machine.

He seemed surprised to see the two of them, so much so that Dazai's smile widened, realization leaving Chuuya in shame. They must look truly pitiful, two children standing at a doorstep, a welcoming gift in hand. Right outside of a random person's house in the worst neighborhood, one could find.

"Um . . . Hello." The boy said. He seemed to be nervous, perhaps some social anxiety. What a pity that Chuuya was with them. This person needed more encouragement, not a hatrack to stare the poor boy into the floor. He didn't need some divine judgment to spill, only some helpful words.

Chuuya ought to get the memo. So, without consulting their partner, their look changed, aiming for an innocent smile, teeth bared open, eyes sparkling with glitter. The other child was tall, though it wasn't surprising, most adults and teens were taller than both of them. If this is the average height, the plan should do wonders. Two innocent children give a neighbor a friendly welcoming gift. How fun.