Hero name: Soukoku

11

"Sluuuuuuug," Dazai whined in complaint, tugging at Chuuya's arms. "It's your turn to hang out with our classmates," he tugged harder, the ginger glancing at him, unamused. "Tell me what you've done so far," Chuuya says as he slipped his shoes on. "I went to an arcade with them, I made sure to lose a couple of times during laser tag and during other physical sports. Although I'm sort of out of shape, I'm still physically active-ish, so I pretended to also be physically incapable when Aizawa trained me. I've made sure to wear my headphones when I wander around so I can hear everyone, I've also manipulated Mina and Kaminari to text me at exactly five thirty to get help with their homework. Plus I've taken the role as student president so I can watch over everyone without being suspicious. Double plus, I've placed listening devices all over the place." Chuuya huffed, Dazai didn't know how to do his paperwork but he did know how to do his actual work. It was infuriating.

             He couldn't even complain properly since Dazai was technically still doing his work. "Fine," he says eventually with a sigh. "I'm going to have breakfast with Ane-san and then I'll invite our classmates to the movies or something," Dazai pouts, draping himself over Chuuya's shoulders once more. "Why do you have to go out with her? You're my dog. Not hers," the brunette complained, jumping back a second before chuuya spun and kicked his leg up. "Stop being weird, bastard," he said with a tsk before leaving the room. Dazai sighed, sitting down on the bed. "Oh well, guess I can just take a nap," he says after a moment of silence, slipping under the covers and closing his eyes.

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"Ane-san, I'm so glad you could come," Chuuya says with a warm smile as he sat across from her, in his school uniform and his signature hat and gloves. "My, my, it seems you've grown quite popular," she comments, amused at the curious glances towards them. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Ane-san?" He teased with a smirk, making the older woman roll her eyes. "Not quite, rather, it makes our job more fun. The face of the demon prodigy is out there now, all of Yokohama knows," she says as she swirls a spoon in her tea. "I think it'll make people underestimate him because of his age," she places the spoon down on a napkin as Chuuya huffs in amusement. "He'd hate that, he might just start doing his work," he says as he sips his coffee. "One can only hope." The waitress brings over Chuuya's croissant and Kouyou's tamagoyaki before bowing and taking her leave.

           "So how has 'work' been?" Chuuya questioned as he took a bite of his croissant. "It's been good," she begins as she took a sip of her tea. "Why, are you missing it that much?" Chuuya scoffed, but he knows that Kouyou can see through him. Truthfully, he MAYBE missed those insufferable bastards. At first, he was glad he'd get a break from the mafia, he hated commanding people and he hated being commanded even more. Now, he wishes this mission would end so he could go back home. Damn these mafia men and women for making him get attached. Damn Dazai for bringing him into the mafia.

            "How's 'school' been going?" She questioned, drawing him out of his thoughts. "It's been good, a little slower than I imagined," he says with a sigh as he took a large bite of his croissant. "Chuuya, how long do you think school years are?" She asks, hiding her smirk behind her tea cup. "I dunno, like five months or something? I didn't go to school," she let out a small laugh of amusement. "Not quite.." he put his croissant down and raised his eyebrow. "Eh? What the hell do you mean?" She places her teacup down on its plate. "This school year will end by Christmas," she says with a small smile on her face. "WHAT?!" Guests all around them glance at Chuuya, his face flushing in embarrassment as he cleared his throat.

          "Does that mean I'll have to be here till Christmas?" He questioned incredulously. "Yes, it appears you will be," he groans softly, sinking into his seat. God damn it, now he's really missing his annoying coworkers. When had school been this long, maybe he should have done that type of research. "I'm doomed Ane-San, I don't think I can go a whole year pretending," he muttered in complaint as he shoved the rest of his croissant into his mouth. "You'll live," he tsked, his arms crossing as he turned away with a pout. "You never take my side on things Ane-San, it's like you want me to suffer," he crossed his legs in annoyance. "Maybe I find joy in you acting like a child," she says with a fond smile as she sips her tea.