Into the light(but still in Incognito) | BSD x MHA |

Sports Festival

Notes---
Sorry about being gone so long, im hoping now i'll be able to post once a month.
we'll see, i may post sooner but i wont go more then a month without posting.

Dazai sat on Aizawa's apartment couch. never ever had he ever expected to be in his homeroom teachers home ..but here he is.

Dazai bundled himself up at the end of the couch, with a blanket covering him. Dazai didn't know what type of look was on his face, he was hoping that it resemble something of annoyed and bored.

Snipe 'Call me Sunaipu for now' dropped him off at his teachers apartment. why? because Mori, posing as his father, for some reason thought it was a good idea!

Snipe told him once he had gotten off the phone with the Rat principal that "Your father said he's in a different country for his job. And said it's okay for you to stay with Aizawa."

Dazai's initial thought was, Mori must be possessed, or the Rat was lying. But after getting a text from Mori confirming the situation...

Dazai lit his phone up again to read the text once more, hoping this was all a dream..

Unknown- Collect as much information as you can, I expect good results. wouldn't want to see you hurt again so soon. get well Osamu❤️

Dazai Sighed. despite the text being from an unknown number, he knew exactly who it was.

'I expect good results. wouldn't want to see you hurt again.'

Dazai hopelessly glared at his phone, hoping it blow up from just his gaze alone.

"Stop that." Dazai jumped up at the voice, how embarrassing.

fortunately he didn't see a slimy doctor, just his homeroom teacher. Dazai was a bit taken back by the fact that Aizawa was already walking. although it had already been a week since the USJ.

'a week since I had been placed in that hospital.'

Aizawa looked at him with an somewhat unreadable expression. like he was trying to read a locked book.

"Stop what?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth he could taste it. The familiar sweet metal taste, blood. Not to mention his lip was pretty sore now that he was paying attention.

Dazai brought his hand up to his mouth, feeling the liquid on his lip ready to run down his chin. "oh."

Aizawa sighed "I have medical ointment you can use for that. Come on child."

Dazai whined at the thought of getting up "Do i haveeee to. you're gonna make me get up with my poor bruised rib? that is just so cruel!"

Aizawa narrowed his eyes at him, distrusting.

'they told me not to leave you alone' was left unsaid. it didn't need to be.

They both stared each other down with brown-red eyes. it was only a minute later Aizawa left his eyes with a somewhat sad expression, or maybe it was more shocked and surprised?

Aizawa turned around and left, to the bathroom. Dazai assumes, but why was his teacher so shocked? maybe he just realized the situation he was in.

'Holy shit there's a mentally ill suicidal kid in my living room what do I do?'

or maybe Aizawa couldn't imagine why one of his students would do that to themselves. probably the latter.

in those five seconds of peace, Dazai let himself relax. to think of a plan, a plan to make people trust him again. to leave him alone again.