You long to end your life, so you never will die || bnha / bsd

If you place your head in a lion's mouth, then you cannot complain one day

Cookie 1: A very relevant closing ceremony.

The end of the school year had finally rolled around.

During the several hours-long closing ceremony, Midoriya thought back to their year together. It was one riddled with danger, triumph, and sorrow.

As they all sat together in neat rows of padded folding chairs, whispers passed between their grins, a sense of sadness and excitement permeating the cold auditorium air.

Excitement for what was to come— the people they would meet, the battles to be fought.

As the ceremony drew to its end, the students chattered among one another. They made plans for the summer, gossiped about classmates, and waved their goodbyes, for now.

Midoriya smiled, watching the crowd of his friends slowly ebb away under the shaded sky. The clouds drifted apart, revealing a bright light that dappled his face in spots of sunshine.

Year one, done!

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Cookie 2: I tried to make this a cookie but it ended up being plot development, part 2.

Ah, shit.

Why were the police here again?

Chuuya hid his annoyance by showing it on his face.

Needless to say, he's a great actor.

"What do you guys want?" Chuuya leaned against the doorframe of his and Dazai's dorm room, eyeing the familiar two detectives in front of him.

"Ooh! Hi, detectives!" Dazai peered over Chuuya's head and waved stupidly.

Tsukauchi, clipboard in hand, nodded towards the brunette.

"We're here regarding yesterday's incident at the mall. As you likely already know, the person you came in contact with is a highly wanted individual with deep ties in the League of Villains."

"Shigaraki Tomura?"

"That's right. It seems you are already aware of his name. If you know that, then you must know how important it is that this interview takes place."

Chuuya sighed, rubbing his temples with frustration. "Alright, come in."

The two detectives strode in, following the head of bright orange hair. Chuuya flopped down onto the couch, sat in a blatantly casual pose with his arms propped up wide and legs open. He gestured towards the brown leather sofa across from himself.

"Sit. Do you want any tea?"

Tsukauchi and his partner sat, a cautious expression passing over his face. Dazai watched this encounter near lovingly, mirth biting at the edges of his eyes.

"Sure."

"Well, make it yourself."

Tanuma, Tsukauchi's partner, furrowed his brows. "Tsk. Rude kids."

"That's fine." Tsukauchi pushed forward. "Anyways, we're here to discuss yesterday's event, as you have already been informed. Mr. Dazai, if you could come here as well."

"Right~" The brunette skipped over to the couch, positioning himself snugly next to Chuuya, who quickly glanced away.

"A-Anyways," Chuuya stuttered a bit, but cleared his throat and continued. "We should start, right?"

"Of course." Tsukauchi flipped through his papers. "So, at approximately 18:32 on July 18, 2149, Shigaraki Tomura, one of the assumed executives of—"

A small scoff was heard from Chuuya. Tsukauchi paused and stared at him with questioning eyes.