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Chuuya kicked the ball straight to the goal, and the crowd went wild. The number between their school team and the opponent was 5 to 1. Dazai honestly felt bad for those kids, one kid with a horn on their head was literally about to burst into tears.
“Nice! Keep going, Nakahara!” The coach yelled.
It wasn’t an achievement going against elementary schoolers, but Chuuya wasn’t interested in sitting around and being a bookworm like Dazai. For obvious reasons, they couldn’t just go around and pick fights like they used to, so the only solution was to join a sports club to relieve stress. At first, the redhead joined a dojo, but after managing to break the jaw of a black belt, Chuuya was recommended to participate in something that wouldn’t involve directly hurting people. That was the beginning of their journey to becoming a legendary athlete.
The Quirks society made it difficult to divide a fair playfield so instead of a man and a woman category, people decided to put everyone into one mixed category. This led to the people on the sports team usually having physically enhanced Quirks or mutant Quirks. The only sports team in their school that allowed using Quirks was soccer, so Chuuya went with that. Dazai remembered watching his Chibi standing between kids twice their size. They looked at the ginger and only saw a cute, tiny girl. That was until Chuuya smoked all of them in speed, strength, and duration.
A powerful Quirk, high grades, and a pretty face made Chuuya quickly become one of the highest individuals on their little school's social hierarchy. The kids either adored or envied them. However, Chuuya didn’t have enough patience for those kids. Most of the befriending attempts usually ended up being swept away, the challenges ended up being ignored, or the other kid surrendered under the redhead’s ultimate power. The most annoying thing was some boys’ stupid childish act of pulling pigtails.
In a self-study class, a blue-haired boy was flashing his All Might expensive figure and received a lot of attention from his peers.
“Hey! Don’t touch it! This is called a limited figure, it costs a lot of money. My mum said only future great heroes can play with it.” The other kids followed with “Woa!” and “Oh!”
The boy whose name was Oyama Taro looked proud of himself and searched the small crowd surrounding him. He realized that the girl he wanted to impress wasn’t there. Nakahara Chuuya was sitting at their table playing Battleship with the guy that she was always with.
The blue-haired boy couldn’t understand why Nakahara could hang out with that freak. Dazai Osamu never showed his Quirks, always wearing weird bandages on his arms and neck as a ‘fashion statement’. And he chased away all the kids who wanted to befriend Nakahara. But that didn’t matter, if Taro could show how much of a hero he was, Nakahara would head over heels for him.
Feeling confident with his plan, Taro walked to the duo.
“G-4,” The brunette said.
“Hit. B-2,” Chuuya continued.
“Hit. F-10.”
“Hit. A-5.”
“Hit. It’s a tie again.” Dazai turned the board to Chuuya.
“What’s the score?”
“59 ties, and 2 wins for me.”
“... Why are we still playing this game?” The redhead closed the board lid. Taro used this moment to start a conversation.
“Nakahara! Do you want to play with my limited All Might figure?”
The ginger turned to the newcomer and gazed at the doll suspiciously. This could be a trick, and the curse doll of Q was the first thing that popped into their mind. Chuuya didn’t even know the kid, but children didn’t need a reason to be cruel. In the previous life, they had witnessed Q controlling their subordinates and making them slaughter each other because of an insignificant tantrum.
“No thanks.” The redhead turned back to the board game.
“What? But it’s All Might!” The kid said as if that was a convincing reason.
Chuuya raised their brow, “I’m sure that you have friends who want to play with you.”
“Come on! You never played with any of your classmates. You always hang out with that fre- him.” He pointed rudely at Dazai, who was watching this amusingly.
The ginger should find a way to chase this dumb kid before Dazai finds a way to torment him. Pinching their nose bridge like a tired adult, Chuuya told the blue-haired boy to fuck off in the most polite way they could.
“Look! I’ll spell it out for you. I don't want to. Go somewhere else.”
At this point, the whole class was paying attention to their conversation and saw Taro being rejected. The boy was red with frustration, and he glanced at both of them before staring hard at the brown-haired.
“This isn’t over! You will regret mocking me!” Taro then stomped away.
“Kids are so dramatic, right?” Dazai rearranged his board.
The redhead looked at him blankly as if they were asking, ‘Aren’t you also like that?’
Dazai was in the library waiting for Chuuya to finish soccer practice when he found himself surrounded by the blue-haired kid and two large kids from the 5th or 6th grade.
“I don't know what she sees in you, but stay away from Nakahara!” Taro - The kid with the doll demanded.
Dazai held back a smirk and tilted his head, “And if I don’t.”
“Then let's see if your lame Quirk can beat all of us!” Taro held out his hand, and a fire appeared.
The flame was weak, though, and the threat was so unoriginal. Dazai would give this a 2/10.
The brunette unbothered, flipping to the next page of his book, “How much did he pay you to beat me up?” He asked one of the big kids with claws on his fingers.
“500 yen-” “Don’t answer him, idiot!” The other, with a wolf's head, yelled at the kid.
How the mighty Black Wraith had fallen. Dazai would like to argue that he was worth more than 500 yen, but the priority was to get out of this situation. These were elementary schoolers, if he needed Chuuya for this, he didn’t deserve to sit in the boss's chair in the first place. The important question was how to resolve this without leaving too much trauma for the kids. It wasn’t that he cared, but the teachers were onto him after so many of his pranks. Obviously, they couldn’t prove anything, but that didn’t stop them from trying to dig dirt on him.
The brunette closed the book and sighed, “Let’s get this over with.”
Apparently, his tone made Claws-For-Fingers mad, and he threw his right arm. Instead of dodging the sharp claws, Dazai held up his book to block the attack. The claw dug deep into the book and stuck there. The wolf kid was about to jump into the fight but a shout from his friend stopped him.
“AHHHHH! WHERE ARE MY CLAWS?” The other bullies turned to Claws-For-Fingers and saw his claws disappear from both his hands. Both looked confused and somewhat scared.
However, no one paid attention to the way that Dazai was holding the ruined book. After successfully trapping the kid’s hand, one of Dazai’s fingers touched the skin on the palm of the other kid, and he made sure to keep it there.
“Do you want to know what my Quirk is?” Dazai smiled sweetly at the kids, which gave them the chills. There weren't any emotions in his void-like eyes. Just pure darkness.
“W-what did you do?” Taro asked.
“Well~, I simply took away his Quirk,” Dazai said like that wasn’t a big deal.
“WHAT!?” Claws-For-Fingers burst into tears. The other paled at his words and froze as statues.
Dazai continued to smile innocently, “Do you want to know what my Quirk is?” He repeated the question.
The kids didn’t answer. Only Claws-For-Fingers whispered between his hiccups, “Noo… hic… Give it back… huh… hic-.”
“I erase other people’s Quirk.” ‘Temporary’ was left unsaid intentionally. The idea of losing a thing that defines someone’s value in this society was terrifying. That was enough to deal with these kids.
The wolf kid was the first one to bait, “Shit! I won’t lose my Quirk for 500 yen!”
Seeing the older kid bolt out of the room, Taro glanced at the other one, who was weeping. Then Dazai’s eyes met the blue-haired kid, and Taro made a decision to follow the wolf kid.
The brunette immediately dropped the book along with the hand of the Claws-For-Fingers. The claws didn’t grow back but Dazai didn’t know about how his Quirk worked, so they probably came back later.
Ignoring the kid’s pleading to give back his Quirk, Dazai grabbed his backpack and headed to the grass field. Chuuya must have finished with the practice now.
Dazai didn’t have much faith in them, but those kids were such a bunch of snitches. The next day, all the kids in his class had been avoiding him all day and whispering behind his back. A boy from another class even called him a ‘Villain’ before Chuuya kicked them out their way.
“What did you do?” The redhead asked.
Dazai pretended to put both hands on his chest and gasped dramatically, “Chibi’s doubting me! Me! After all we have gone through?”
“Cut the bullshit! What. Did. You. Do?”
“Well-”
“Dazai Osamu, come with me.” The homeroom teacher called him suddenly.
Soon, Dazai found himself in front of a familiar desk with the tired principal. Claws-For-Fingers, Wolf face, and Taro were also here, looking at him in fear. He got a feeling that the day Chuuya and he graduate from this school, the teachers would light fireworks to celebrate. Until then, if Dazai had to suffer under the elementary school system, he would make others suffer with him.
“Thank you so much for bringing him home, Nakahara-san.” Daisuke bowed while thanking Ayano for bringing Dazai back home. His mom was supposed to pick him up from school today, but she had received important news about a big attack with a famous hero and needed to be there for an interview.
It wasn’t the first time that Chuuya’s mom had brought him back home. Because of their demanding careers, both of his parents had missed picking him up or attending his important events. However, Dazai wasn’t an unreasonable child. Mentally speaking, he would be in his mid-twenties by now. He understood their situations, but that didn’t mean that his parents understood theirs.
After Masa got back home, his dad told him to go to his room and close the door. Dazai did just that, except leaving a small gap for eavesdropping.
“I can’t believe that you just left Osamu like that!” Daisuke raised his voice at his wife.
“I didn’t! I called Ayano-san.” Masa responded.
“We can’t always rely on other people to take care of our kid! Why didn’t you call me?”
“Because it wouldn’t matter, you always turned off your phone.”
“I was on duty-”
His mom cut him off, “Exactly!”
Dazai closed his bedroom door, successfully cutting out the yelling. His new parents weren’t bad people, but they had some problems that needed to be dealt with. A part of him wondered if he had acted like a normal, happy child, things could have been better.
Taking out his phone that he received on his 10th birthday, Dazai typed his mom’s news publisher website. On the front page was an image of All Might next to a photo of a destroyed landscape. The article acknowledged All Might’s participation in the battle, but didn’t say anything about the defeated Villain. There was a suggestion from the writer about a Villain named ‘Toxic Chainsaw’, but it was generally not confirmed. The Hero had quickly left the scene, so there wasn’t much information. Dazai was about to zoom into the photo to examine it further, but stopped when someone knocked on his door.
“Osamu? Can Mom and Dad talk with you?” His mom asked from outside the door.
It seemed that his parents had reached a solution. Dazai clicked out the article and joined his family in the living room.
