Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya are sent to infiltrate U.A. High School under the guise of transfer students, tasked with uncovering a hidden traitor. Forced into an unfamiliar world of aspiring heroes, they quickly make waves acing the entrance exams, clashing with their new classmates, and drawing the suspicion of their homeroom teacher, Aizawa. As they navigate the challenges of hero training while hiding their true identities, the line between mission and reality begins to blur. But with old enemies lurking in the shadows, their past may not stay buried for long. "Heroes, villains, and nothing in between. No room for anything else. Quirkless kids were as rare here as Ability users were in Yokohama, yet their suicide rates seemed just as high as those born with Abilities. The contrast was almost ironic. In Yokohama, abilities were feared, resented something to be hidden or exploited. Here, quirks were the norm, woven into their very DNA, a fact that had,of course, caught Mori's interest. And then there was him, All Might. The number one hero. Their shining beacon of hope. A man who embodied everything this society stood for. Dazai scoffed to himself. Extraordinary? Sure. But far too predictable for my taste."

"It's either you let my surbordinates go or you see me die. So, what's your choice, Mafia boss?" The ginger was confident as he stood tall and proud in front of the brunette. The brunette clicked his tongue.

"Where am I?" "Sir, boss is calling for you." "Mori-san?" "No sir....Dazai Osamu." "What....?"

Rain bombarded the outside as raindrops pelted down as grey clouds layered the sky. It was as if the rain was a foreshadow, warning the brunette something bad was going to happen.

Dazai absentmindedly brushes his fingers across his neck, feeling a shiver down his spine, remembering the cold metal wrapping itself on his neck, followed by the rattling of chains. However, before his mind could dwell into those daunting memories, he felt a hand grabbing his, pulling it away. A peck on the neck before the ginger pulled away. "What are you thinking about?" "Just some memories..."

"And, Chuuya." The brunette said. The ginger bit his lip as he kept his eyes on the other's face. "If you ever give me problems..." Dazai continued, "I'll kill you myself." That was it before the other walked away.

Gripping his forearm tightly, the brunette gave a tight smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to bump into you." The ginger nodded, eyes glancing to the brunette's hand which was clamped tightly on his forearm. Noticing that, the brunette immediately stood up, "I'm in a rush, see you around." With that the brunette left in a hurry. Chuuya raised a brow, his gut was telling him something was wrong but it might be just him.

"What did you mean?" "About what, chibi?" "About how you said I was a..." the ginger trialed off as Dazai helped him continue the sentence. "That's you're human?"

⚠️Bottom Dazai alert!!⚠️

⚠️Bottom Dazai⚠️ For a night, arahabaki takes control over Chuuya's body, seeking blood. Instead of consuming the plate of blood that has been given him, Arahabaki's attention turns to a certain brunette who didn't heed Chuuya's advice.