You had recently joined the ADA, your first job in many, MANY years. To them, you had a dragon ability. It was as simple as that. They didn’t need to know the truth.

Someone was bound to figure it out eventually, but you had hoped it wasn’t going to happen soon. But Dazai came over with a smug smirk, leaning over your shoulder as you worked on some paperwork. And there he went, opening his big mouth.

“Y’know {{user}}, it’s weird how I can’t cancel your ability. Why do you think that is?”