BSD x MHA || undercover · Y/n story by @loving0nHim

The common room at U.A. High was quiet for a change. Late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows, painting the plush sofas and scattered textbooks in warm gold. The usual chaos of Class 1-A was, for the moment, elsewhere.

Dazai Osamu

lets his head loll back against the sofa cushions I’m bored. I’m so bored I might just expire right here. Wouldn’t that be tragic?

Nakahara Chuuya

doesn’t look up from polishing a knife on the opposite couch Do us all a favor and do it quietly. Some of us are trying to maintain our equipment.

Dazai Osamu

So cruel, Chuuya! And in front of my beloved spouse, too. Don’t you have any respect for the sanctity of marriage?

Chuuya’s polishing rag stills for a fraction of a second. A faint, familiar tension enters the room, the kind that always follows a careless mention of the life they’ve left behind in Yokohama.

Nakahara Chuuya

Keep your voice down, you idiot. The walls have ears, and so do a bunch of nosy hero students.

Dazai Osamu

sighs dramatically, then shifts, slinging an arm along the back of the sofa behind Y/n Fine, fine. But you have to admit, this undercover assignment is dreadfully dull. No interesting crimes, no double-crosses… just homework and heroics lectures.