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

The remaining ninety-nine percent is just living in waiting.

That child was strange.

During the entrance exam, he'd seen right through his plans. He was able to properly discern his hiding spot with only a vague assumption, a general guess.

Was it a guess, though?

That child was something else. It was the first time that Nedzu had seen someone with a mind like his outside of that lab, much less one with even a fragment of sanity left. And it seemed like he was holding on by the barest of threads, that reddish string tying him in place. Nedzu had seen people with a pair of eyes like that, though—he'd seen them in the glass chambers within the labs, orphans who had nothing else. They were people who had lost everything.

Nedzu chose to become the principal to find a piece of himself he'd lost long ago, a piece he might not have ever had. It was difficult to see others like him, drowning within a pit of nothingness. They'd lost it all.

And yet he still has something holding him down, preventing his mortal being from drifting away. A little anchor the color of rust, holding on tightly, fighting against the pull of insanity's current.

A part of Nedzu wondered whether it was still possible for himself to become complete again. Maybe that's why he kept that child at UA, despite his danger. Because some part of him was a symbol of hope, that even the darkest of minds can grow into the light. Maybe that's why he chose to help him, when he proposed to him that plan of his, though it felt like less of a plan and more like a prophecy.

That day, the child approached him and said:

"I'm going to get kidnapped by the League of Villains. We'll be able to escape on our own, but you should raid their base anyways. The night we're kidnapped, two hours after we enter the portal, you're going to receive some information on the members of the League.

"The morning following our kidnapping, there will be a few people who arrive at a warehouse along Yokohama's port. You'll definitely become aware of them quite quickly, but pay no mind to their actions.

"When we're rescued from the League, place us in a holding facility near the center of Tokyo. We won't return to UA for a little while.

"You'll understand my goal eventually. Don't worry, this will benefit you as well. Whether you choose to play along or resist is all up to your discretion."

Dazai Osamu. What a strange child.

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"Fucking bastard." Bakugou was fed up with his partner, Dazai. It hadn't even been a minute since they entered the forest and he was already doing weird things, pointing out how certain branches would be great to tie a noose around, or which mushrooms might kill him if he ate them. "Can you be quiet?"

"You're like Chuuya. You two are broken records, can't you say anything different?"

"Shut the hell up."

"There you go again." Dazai sighed dramatically. "You guys have issues with your temper. Have either of you ever heard of a therapist? Or like, anger management groups? Ooh, you guys should go together—"

"Shut. Up."

"—and you could trade those chips you get, you know, the ones that say how long you lasted before another outburst—"

Bakugou punched a tree, the wood splintering under a miniscule explosion beneath his fingers. "Shut up!"

"—which would be, oopsie, zero days..."

An ominous cry sounded ahead of them. Both immediately went quiet, and silently continued through the forest. Dazai opened his mouth to speak again, but all of a sudden, a girl's head appeared from the ground, her skin pale as a ghost's.