MAFIA DAZAI X READER (Highschool Student)

Chapter 2

AUTHOR's NOTE:  Somehow during writing this, Chuuya called out to me. Sorry I know the person reading this is a Dazai stan but I just had to include him. The ginger-head said he wants in too. 

In his two years in the port mafia, Nakahara Chuuya has made a name for himself.

Accomplishing every task he was given spectacularly and eliminating powerful enemies overnight.

The young mafia sub-executive has been given a two-week holiday and he wanted to spend it with reconnecting with you, but he wasn't sure if you would still welcome him with open arms.He was in-front of your house, sitting on his motorcycle while holding a walkie-talkie.

He have been tailing you for three days now, and he still hasn't mustered the courage to talk to you.Seeing you walk in a normal highschool yesterday made it even worse. 

Your life seems so peaceful, he didn't want to disrupt it and cause you harm.

Wearing a fancy hat and a fancy suit, he looked like a lost figure in poor neighborhood.He sighed heavily as he listened to the walkie talkie, planting an earpiece in your jacket didn't took  much effort since you leave your windows open at night, but he didn't like that he have to depend on cheap tricks to know what kind of life you were living now.

"Goodmorning, I am (y/n). My research is about the origins of the gifted."

Your three panelists suddenly stopped looking at you and browsed your paper with haste.

"Where did the abilities came from? Was it genetics? Was it magic? Was it simply born out of nothingness? I browsed every records I could get my hands on to find out the answers." you paused to catch your breath.

On the other end of the line Chuuya, sat upright. What kind of highschool ask students to conduct complex researches like that?

Unless---Chuuya kicked start his motorcycle, he knows you. He knows what you are capable of and he knows that once you have a question,you'll always find the answer, one way or another. Chuuya suddenly understood the situation, so he's coming to get you.

"These papers you have given us are novel-like narratives of people we don't even know. How are we supposed to believe this (y/n)?" one of your professor asked.

You sighed as if disappointed. You wanted to say, it's my ability people!

But---one of the terms upon enrollment in the special education for the gifted is that your ability must not be known by your professors until graduation. They say its part of the training. After all, being able to keep secrets is one of the must have qualities of a gifted special operations officer. 

But really---- you think it has something to do with the professors being non-ability users and having low ranks.

"Well testimonies can also be considered as evidence in court." you answered.

The professors ecxhanged glances and urged you to continue.

"As I was saying---"

You were interrupted by the sound your three professor's phones all ringing at the same time.

 After they received the call, they all looked at you in unison.

"Understood sir"

"Right away sir"

"Yes sir"

They all closed their phones and for some reason you could feel that the phone call was something about you.

"(y/n) this presentation is concluded. You are free to leave for the rest of the day." one of your professor's said.

They stood up to gather their things, leaving behind the copies of your research that you made for them by hand.

"But sirs--- I haven't finish my presentation"

You clutched the papers you were holding, unable to understand what was happening.

"Go to the school gate. Bring all of your research and wait for someone to come to you." one of them said.

Your face were painted with confusion and irritation.

"And why would I do that?" you asked.

"Miss (y/n), It's a direct command from the chief. It looks like a very powerful person wants to see you."