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Assistant: Title: This Boy's too Young to be Singing the Blues--REMASTERED
        Author: Dios_toenail Dios_toenail 
        Chapter: 2/17 
        Summary: While on duty, Pro hero Eraserhead (or better known as Aizawa to his friends and family) Runs into a scrawny teen in an alleyway. Aizawa’s sense of justice forces him to take the boy under his wing, unaware of his true nature as the Port Mafia’s own Demon Prodigy.Beta read by Arikaquo!
        Contents: Chapter 2: Home. (for the time being)
    

    


      
        
          Hello everyone! Happy reading!Beta read by Arikaquo!
            
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    Much to Dazai’s dismay, the police interview was scheduled for the very next day–not that today had much time left; it was ten o’clock at night. Recovery girl hobbled into the room, a steaming bowl of miso soup in hand. “Here you are dear, I know it’s not much, but only light food will do for now. If you eat anything heavier than a simple soup, it might put some strain on your damaged organs.” she said, placing the soup on the small overbed table she had recently pulled out for him. Dazai nodded in return, scooting his frail body under the covers until his face was halfway under the blanket. “Rest up now, you’ll need lots of energy for tomorrow” With that, the old woman hobbled out, leaving Dazai to his own devices for the rest of the night.In the morning, the school was much busier than it had been in the past 3 days (or at least what Dazai remembered of them). He was later informed that it was Monday, and school was in session. Students trickled in and out of the nurse’s office, some of them having the strange mutation quirks Dazai was never going to get used to seeing. Honestly, why would a human ever need to have the head of a crow? “Hey, kid.” Aizawa walked in the room, a tall man with a tan coat and clipboard in tow. Dazai sat up in the hospital bed he was residing in, pushing the overbed table out of the way. “This man is detective Tsukauchi.” The man that was now known as Tsukauchi speaks up. “Hello, I'll be conducting your interview if that's ok.” Dazai nodded to the man, inviting him to continue. “Ah, usually we would have an officer with a lie-detector quirk for this kind of stuff, but we’ve been informed of your quirk. In light of this, we had to break out the old polygraph machine from our storage unit.” Wow, Dazai would have not suspected that they would still have such an outdated machine with the rise of quirks, but it’s nothing that he can’t handle.Passing a polygraph test is quite simple–just be confident in your lies. The machine picks up small changes that a normal human would not be able to change, like activity in the amygdala, blood pressure, pulse…really, anything that could change when you are nervous, and therefore someone who has a high probability of lying. Basically, this will be a piece of cake for Dazai to bypass. Would he really be the famed Demon Prodigy if he could not simply change the speed of his pulse, or change his blood pressure?Dazai must have been visibly zoning out, because when he blinked, Aizawa had his hand on his shoulder. “Kid? You good?” He asked, worry audible in his voice. “Just peachy!” smiled Dazai, quickly brushing the man’s hand off of him. “Ok then, may I?” asked the detective, gesturing to the stool beside his bed. Another officer had brought in the polygraph machine, which was visibly dusty.The officer put some sort of device on his finger, and it lit up with a blue light that carried to the main machine. It sputtered a little bit, then stabilized, giving the detective a bit more of a smile than before.“Alright, we’ll start off with some easier questions to calibrate the machine. Do you have brown hair?”“Yes”“Do you have a blue gown on?”
“Yes”“Are you fifty years old?”“No”“Is Aizawa standing here with us?”“Yes”“Alright” said the detective, letting Aizawa look at the screen on the machine. “Now, we can get into the real questions. Just tell one of us if you need a break, got it?” Dazai nodded, then fiddled with the machine on him a bit before looking up at Aizawa. “Do you remember anything from the night the accident happened?”“No”The machine beeped green, but Dazai wasn’t quite sure that Aizawa believed him.“Do you know who might have injured you, or do you think you injured yourself?”“I don’t know what happened.”Green, yet again.“What’s your name?”Ah. That was a clever move on their part. Even though it wouldn’t work on Dazai, he guessed he could spare them the trouble. Was he supposed to remain as “kid”?“Osamu Dazai.”Green. Aizawa looked at Dazai with a slight smile, more than Dazai assumes he usually gives out, anyways. “What, I can't be called kid forever, right?” He teased.“Alright, well thank you for telling us your name, Dazai.” Tsukauchi interrupted, ready to go home and dive into bed. “Now, are you involved in any illegal activities, like a gang or drug ring? Just so you know, none of this will be used against you.”“No, of course not.”Green. “Then why did you have a gun on you? Which is definitely illegal, I might add.”“Just for self defense. Would you really criticize a young boy on the streets trying his hardest to keep himself alive? What a horrible person you are…” He whined, putting on puppy dog eyes at Aizawa, annoying the man even further. Detective Tsukauchi sighed, but continued on with the questions.The rest of the day was filled with more questions of no particular relevance. Stuff along the lines of “what do you do for work?” and “where were you born?” At around 3 in the afternoon, the detective finally decided that he wouldn’t be able to squeeze any more out of Dazai, not that he got much information anyways. “Dazai, I want to ask you one more question if that’s alright with you.” Said Tsukauchi, even though the polygraph machine was already out of the room. Could this be a personal question, being asked just for the detective? Dazai decided to throw the detective a bone, and agreed to answer.“Hm, depends on the question!”“Do you have a home to go back to?”Oh. Dazai wasn’t expecting that personal of a question. He had expected something more along the lines of “you killed my sister 5 years ago” or something like that. He did technically have a home, and a legal guardian, but Dazai wasn’t sure that the detective would take too kindly to either of those answers. Playing the innocent kid had worked before in other scenarios, so why not try that here? It’s not like he had a better option.“No.”This time, Tsukauchi didn’t need the machine to know that the kid was telling the truth, or so he thought.“I see. Well, I’ll be taking my leave, if you’ll excuse me.”With that, Tsukauchi left the room, along with Aizawa.-	-	-	-	-So, the ki- Dazai didn’t have a home after all. That’s what Aizawa expected from him, but that didn’t mean that it was any less depressing. This just means that there would be a lot more paperwork for him.“Tsukauchi.”“Aizawa. What’s the plan for this? Try to find someone to take him in, or just put him in the system? I just…have a nagging feeling that this kid knows more than he lets on. You know, maybe he rigged the polygraph, or-”“Tsukauchi. This is just a kid, what could he even do?” Even Aizawa could tell that the words coming out of his mouth were certainly not the truth, a thin veil trying to keep Dazai’s supposed innocence alive. “Our job is just to find him a place to stay for the time being, we could even just, I don’t know, let him stay here with Recovery Girl? Hell, even you could take him in!” Aizawa suggested.“I don’t know the first thing about child care, but I think I might know someone who does.” Tsukauchi grinned, looking at Aizawa in anticipation.“No. I have enough to deal with in regards to 1-A, I don't need some kid in my house, got it?”“Aizawa. Think about this, who would be the best suited to take care of a possibly-homicidal kid? A hero, right? Preferably someone who’s seen him and interacted with him. Someone who, I don’t know, knows about child care? Even better if there were two people like that in one house, right? You know it too, don’t deny it.” Aizawa sighed, leaning against the wall of the hallway.“I’ll talk about it with Hizashi. That isn’t saying I agree, so don’t count on my help.” He walked away in the direction of Hizashi’s classroom, playing with his scarf as he walked. Could they really take care of a kid? He hadn’t mentioned it to Dazai, as they had practically just met, but those scars on him were quite concerning. Considering the change of clothes, the kid probably knows that they’ve seen them. What would he do? What would he say? Should Aizawa even bring it up? No, that might drive him away. Sighing, Aizawa knocked on the door of Yamada’s classroom. A loud “COME INNNNN” came from the room, which was Aizawa’s sign to open the door. “Hizashi.” he gave him “the look”. The “something’s wrong” look. When he saw that, Yamada quickly excused himself from the class, closing the door behind him.“Shota. What’s wrong? Is everyone ok? Did something happen to the kid!?” Yamada shouted in his face, grabbing his shoulder.“No, no. just…calm down.” Yamada pulled his hand off Aizawa, giving him a small nod as an apology. “The kid, Dazai. He says he doesn't have anywhere to go back to.”“That's horrible! Can anyone take him in?” Aizawa crossed his arms uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of him.“That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Tsukauchi thinks…the best people to take him in for right now would be some heroes with experience in child care. Do you see where I'm going?”“Yeah. Yeah, I see.” Muttered Yamada, eyes pointed to the ground. “Are we actually going to do it? Teaching is a lot different than taking care of a kid in your own home. I mean, where would he sleep?”
“Hizashi. Don’t you see this might be our only option?” He sighed. “I doubt some random family could handle that kid. Even if we don’t have all that much space, we can make it work.”“Yeah. Yeah.” Yamada hesitated, taking off his glasses, and rubbing them against his jacket. “You can tell em’ we can take the kid.” Yamada hurried off into his classroom, gently closing the door, and leaving Aizawa alone.-	-	-	-	-“So, kid, you’ll just stay with Yamada and I until we can find you a better place to live, got it?” What an unfortunate situation Dazai was in. It was one thing to be briefly staying in a foreign hospital away from the safe haven for him that is Yokohama, but living in a  hero’s house was a whole other. Not that Aizawa wasn’t nice, It was just that he and the man don’t really have the same interests in life. Aizawa was a hero that saved people, while Dazai was one of the people that worked against that goal. Although, the way Aizawa phrased his invitation made Dazai unsure that he really had a decision in the matter. Yamada, interrupting his thoughts, bounded into the room, making a ruckus.“HEYYYYY LITTLE LISTENERR!!” he yelled, while Dazai covered his ears with his hands which were luckily still wrapped in the bandages that kept him grounded.“Hizashi…” Shamed Aizawa.“Heh…sorry Dazai”“S’ fine”. Dazai wrapped himself in the thin hospital blanket, watching and listening to Yamada and Aizawa’s conversation about him. As soon as they were done, they almost simultaneously turned to him.“So, Dazai, do you have any personal items that you need?” Asked Yamada, in a much more hushed tone than before.“No.” Dazai couldn’t have them going over to the port mafia headquarters, now could he?“Ok. Can you stand? The school day is over, and Recovery Girl has cleared you to come with us.” Aizawa asked, brushing his jet black hair out of his face, showing off his frankly concerning looking eyes. Couldn’t the man invest in some eye drops?“Yeah, I can” Dazai muttered, climbing out of the bed, and pushing aside the over bed table he had in the last hour pulled towards him again. Now on the table were some crudely drawn stick figures, one of Chuuya, and one of Mori. “Can I take this with me?” He asked, gesturing to the aforementioned drawing.“Of course! Mighty fine drawing you got there! ‘Ya know, I can only draw stic- Well, never mind…” Yamada commented, ears growing a shade more red. “Well anyways, let’s get ‘ya out of here and to the car.” As they walked, Yamada kept up some small talk, commenting on the cat they apparently had, and a local bakery that he apparently frequents on the way to work. On the other hand, Aizawa was quiet, the only noises coming from him small grunts and nods.Finally, the three reached the car. Yamada got in the driver’s seat, and Aizawa opened the door of the back seat, gesturing for him to climb inside. Once Dazai was in, Aizawa hopped in the front passenger seat, buckling his seat belt. The car was quite nice, a bright blue mini cooper convertible with beige leather seats and black accents. It was modified to have some blue parts in the front, and the front was riddled with a mix of hot and iced Starbucks cups, the hot cups were probably Aizawa’s doing, and the iced ones Yamada’s. Dazai leaned his head to look towards the window, feeling the hospital gown he was still dressed in. They passed billboards with heroes advertising things like energy drinks and insurance. They passed loads and loads of people, some with weirdly shaped bodies, a person sporting the head of a chihuahua catching his eye. At last, the little car pulled into a driveway. “Alll right Dazai, we’re here!” Shouted Yamada, who was unbuckling his seat belt along with Aizawa.“I hope you’re not allergic to cats…” muttered Aizawa, and Dazai couldn’t help but notice the abundance of cat-themed knick knacks around the front yard including but not limited to–a ceramic cat statue, a bird bath with a cat figure up against it, little paw print stepping stones leading to what seems to be a small garden, and a windchime equipped with little paw prints, fish, and food bowls. Would the two be able to qualify as crazy cat ladies? As if reading his mind, Yamada bent down to whisper in his ear.“Don’t worry, I’m not as crazy as Aizawa about cats.”“Hey, I heard that.” The aforementioned man protested, simultaneously fishing around in his pocket for his keys.The house was a nice dandelion yellow, with little red flowers growing from the bushes scattered in front of the windows. As he grew closer to the enclosed screen porch, he could see that inside of it was a small seating area for two, with a cat tree and a table, although he couldn’t make out what was on it. Maybe a flower vase, or even a cat figurine, as Dazai had come to notice as the theme of the house.Dazai was led into the porch, Aizawa holding the door for him to go through. His suspicions were correct, there was in fact a cat statue on the side table, and one more that he didn’t see previously on the floor next to it. As soon as Aizawa opened the front door, the smell of home cooked meals, and a little bit of dust wafted into Dazai’s nose. This was going to be his home for the time being.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Hi everyone!! I hope you liked this chapter!! I tried out a more spaced out/MLA format kinda thing, so let me know if you like it or not :,) In all honesty, this chapter was kinda hard for me to write for some reason, so sorry for the long wait! And as always, your comments always motivate me and make my day, so thank you to everyone that comments–even if I don't respond (which I've been trying to do a better job of) I read every single one, and they all brighten up my day :) Expect the next update in the next week or two!ALSO--I made a Tumblr for all things TBTYTBSTB! (Such a long name :,)). I'll post fanart, share fanart (That i want really badly), and share little graphics of things about the story--for example, I posted Dazai's little drawing of Chuuya and Mori!Here's the link, idk if it works or not-https://www.tumblr.com/diostoe-nail'
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