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      Explicit
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  Category:
      F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi
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      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia, Harry_Potter_-_J.
      K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Katsuki_Bakugou/Harry_Potter, Todoroki_Shouta/Harry_Potter, Hitoshi
      Shinsou/Harry_Potter, Possibly_different_one_for_Harry, Sirius_Black/
      Remus_Lupin, Lucius_Malfoy/Narcissa_Black_Malfoy, Bakugou_Katsuki/
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      Yamada_Hizashi_|_Present_Mic, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead/Yagi_Toshinori_|
      All_Might, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead/Yagi_Toshinori_|_All_Might/Yamada
      Hizashi_|_Present_Mic
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      Yagi_Toshinori_|_All_Might, Midoriya_Izuku, Harry_Potter, Bakugou
      Katsuki, Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Todoroki_Shouto, Kirishima_Eijirou,
      Shinsou_Hitoshi, Yamada_Hizashi_|_Present_Mic, Iida_Tenya, Tokoyami
      Fumikage, Shouji_Mezou, Sero_Hanta, Kaminari_Denki, Ashido_Mina, Mineta
      Minoru, Jirou_Kyouka
  Additional Tags:
      Typing_Quirks, Boku_no_hero_academia_universe, Mpreg, Male_Slash, Harry's
      a_muffin, Bakugou_Katsuki_Swears_A_Lot, Bakugou_is_in_love, Bakugou_is
      possessive, Bottom_Harry, Mpreg_Harry, Yaoi, Parental_Yagi_Toshinori_|
      All_Might, dadmight, Dadzawa, Parental_Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead,
      Amusing_Present_Mic, Learning_how_to_use_a_dangerous_quirk_is_hard,
      Hizashi_done_screwed_up, Overprotective_all_might, Toshinori_needs_to
      calm_down, creeping
  Series:
      Part 6 of Harry_Lupin
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-15 Updated: 2018-03-19 Chapters: 11/? Words: 76432
****** Setting a Hurricane of Feelings Ablaze ******
by YazziyousDaydreamer
Summary
     Sirius couldn't have picked a worse time to screw up a spell!
     Deciding to try a faded out ritual on the fire place wasn't one of
     his brighter ideas because when Harry steps through the floo to go
     and stay at his Aunty Bella's place he doesn't ever come back. Stuck
     in a place where Heroes and Villains exist with powers straight out
     of a comic book, Harry must learn to cope and thrive in this
     technology driven world. It isn't easy when his magic changes to form
     a powerful destructive quirk and his adoptive dad wants him to become
     a hero. That and the fact that he becomes ridiculously protective
     when he's around male friends for some reason.
Notes
     So here is my first chapter for my new Boku No Hero/Harry Potter
     crossover! It's part of the Harry Lupin-Black Series! I just had to
     get this out or I fear I would never be able to finish up the
     chapters for the other stories this muse was biting me up so bad!
     This first chapter ended up being 7975 words long!
     Should I continue this story, yes no? Tell me if you like it or not
     so I know if I should continue!
     Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Boku No Hero or anything to
     do with it. I just write fanfics.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Birth of the Reluctant Hero Who wanted to be a Teacher *****
Start Chapter 1
Pounding pounding pounding. His whole body felt like it was being torn apart
and smashed back together again. Ugh his head, even in the welcoming embrace of
the darkness of unconsciousness where he should have been completely unaware of
pain it tore at him, stabbing him as his magic violently disagreed with
something.
Ringing ringing ringing. His dark place refused to quiet. A piercing terrible
noise. After what seemed like a eternity the pain eased a strange obnoxious
beeping continued to torment him. Refusing to quiet. A rhythmic sound. Beep be-
beep beep unending.
A rolling nausea rippled through Harry, his eyes darted open and he groaned as
his body seemed to protest at his eyes even moving. "Sick." Was all he was able
to managed out before he began heaving. His body almost seeming to protest his
very survival.
"Shit! Here-here you're gonna choke to death!" a masculine voice said
frantically, forcibly turning Harry's head and holding some sort of tub under
his chin. Ugh he felt like he was going to heave up his guts! When was the last
time he ate? It was like all he had was a stomach full of acid... But he had
literally just ate before leaving home? It didn't make any sense! Though the
pain didn't either...
Slowly the man pulled the puke tub from Harry's face, wiping at his mouth with
a wet wipe. "You alright now kid? I mean not to sound like an ass or anything
but you look like crap... Nearly died so I guess that's probably the reason...
but... uh. Yeah. Anyway. How are you feeling?" The man asked. Harry's vison
refused to stop blurring exhaustion was almost all consuming and all he felt
like doing was sleeping, not talking. He forced himself to sit up though,
stiffening when the man's words finally sunk in. Wait he had nearly died?
What?! His vision seemed to almost snap into place after that. The strange man
that had helped him becoming crystal clear.
Tall, he was very tall but ghastly thin and gaunt. Thick brows with strange
sunken eyes. His hair was spiky and blond with two strange long strands in the
front. Even looking deathly sick and frail Harry could feel power a kind of
power that filled the air and took over an entire space, cloy and potent and
consuming. It was a power that choke the breath out of all but the most
powerful of beings by just being in the same area with it. Harry was thankful
he was a very powerful wizard or he would be having some trouble as sensitive
as he was to other's magical strength. He shuddered lightly as the taste of
bile made the nausea roll through him again. He was hardly able to keep it in
check.
"Kid?" The man pressed. Looking nervous, leaning forward in his set like he was
expecting Harry to get sick again.
"I-I where am I?" Harry finally managed to get out. His brain still jumbled and
confused. The annoying beeping was even louder when awake he thought distantly.
"Huh... Yeah... Well you're at the hospital, I mean pretty obvious right?
Anyway, uh... So do you remember anything?" The man asked Harry, absently he
sat the tub of throw up on a little side table next to the bed.
"Rem-ber anything? I-I left home... I was going to go to my Auntie Bella and
Uncle Rabastan's home... Mum and Dad... they.. Were going to leave to go on a
trip with friends for a few days. I-" Harry furrowed his brows trying to
remember what happened next. "I had just finished lunch and used-used the floo
to head over but it's been acting up because mum used some manky old spell he
found and though would summon something I guess... and we hadn't gotten anyone
out to fix it yet... It was taking us to random places but... I-I thought it
would be fine. That-that since it was taking me to different floos I could-
could just use the one I got spat out of to get me to my Aunt's. I stepped
through then-then," Harry paled and his eyes widened becoming distant, nearly
blank looking, "I saw a strange purple glow and felt a pull. Like I was... b-
being being torn apart and put back together over and over again... It hurt so
much!" He whispered shuddering. The memory making him nearly heave. Suddenly
the feeling of cotton mouth hit him, making him go into a fit of coughs.
The man immediately snatched up a cup of water and carefully put to Harry's dry
lips. Forcing him to take little sips so he wouldn't throw up again. After a
few minutes of silence the man began to speak.
"No idea what the hell you are talking about... spells and such... but I'm
assuming you're talking about a quirk or something. But it sounds... like the
guy that you got spat out of's quirk must have somehow crossed with your
mother's and grabbed onto you... in the middle of the battle he was... in with
the heros." The man said, grimacing and itched at his cheek.
"H-heros? What are you talking about? What's a quirk?" Harry asked trying to
straighten himself up more.
"What? You-uh a quirk? They didn't say you hit your head!" The man said,
looking at Harry with pure worried disbelief.
"I'm a wizard! Wait, where is my wand?" Harry asked, panic filling him. He
desperatly tried to force himself upright.
"Wait wait wait, wand, like from movies? You must have hit your head way harder
than I thought! I saw a white stick literally burst into flames on it's own
like some fantasy movie or something when you hit the ground but I mean it was
a stick. It didn't look anything like like merlin's staff or anything!" The man
insisted, looking like he was trying to force back laughter.
"I'm not joking! I'm a wizard, Harry Lupin-Black, heiress of both lines! My
family must be worried sick! Auntie Bellatrix will be on a rampage by now,
likely cursing anyone she comes across and my Uncles won't be far behind! All
of this and I don't even have my wand so I can at least try and figure out a
way to get home or protect myself!" Harry insisted, tears filling his eyes.
What was he supposed to do now?
"What? Cursing what the hell does that mean? Wizards, kid you aren't making any
sense!" The man said, looking at Harry like he thought him crazy, even scooting
away slightly.
"My Auntie Bella is vicious she'll try hunting me down! My uncles to but Auntie
Bella is um... a little unstable.." Harry vaguely explained.
The man cringed going stiff at what he had been told. Was this the child of a
villain? Even so he was unwilling to judge so fast. What was all this magic
crap though it sounded almost like this kid was a noble or something. What was
up with the heiress bit though? He had thought the kid was a girl at first but
this... kid clearly had at least the outside equipment of a boy. Something felt
kind of creepy and archaic about this.
"So what you don't have a quirk or something you have magic and wands and
crap?" The man asked, trying to get the kid to explain more.
"I don't even know what that-that is! And yes we do! I'm from a magical
wizarding community in Britain!" Harry insisted, looking ready to bawl his eyes
out.
"Ugh. You know the ability you are born with? 80% of the population has one!
The guy that spat you out had a type of warp quirk that made it so he could
create portals and spit objects out from other places. He unfortunately died
because he ended up imploding after spitting you out. You obviously have one as
well, I mean green lightning lashing out at everything... You were nearly dead
before anyone could even get anywhere near you." The man explained.
"What? Wait... So most people have these abilities?" Harry Asked in a hesitant
tone of voice. Dread slowly filling him, drowning him.
"Yeah of course! Why?" The man asked. "Wait, hey, hey you alright?" He asked
jumping to his feet as Harry went a deathly shade of grey and dry heaved,
trembling head to foot.
"It-he- the spell mum did must have done this! He- no no no! Magic in my world
is only able to be used my a few people! This is bad-bad! I thought it felt
different... My-my magic is all twisted. It isn't the same anymore! It isn't
just a part of me anymore... it-it is me! There is no separation, not even
slightly." Harry babbled hysterically.
"Wait slow down! What the hell are you even talking about?" The man demanded,
wide eyed.
"I'm not where I should be! No wonder I was in so much pain... My magic changed
somehow. It feels so strange!" Harry said, ignoring his pain. He managed to
fully sit up.
"What? You know this sounds crazy right?" The main pointed out, pale.
"It's not like I tried to make this happen! I'm-I'm never going to see my mum
and Dad ever again am I? I'm all alone now!" Harry sobbed realization just
truly fully hitting him, a desperate fearful sorrow filled his eyes so
completely with hopelessness that the man couldn't help but feel sick. That
look, the kid had lost everything no one could fake that kind of hopelessness
and emotional pain. In that moment he believed him. This kid, Harry or
whatever... Oh god. This poor boy! So small and alone. He had to help him, to
protect him!
"Hey, hey it's... okay." The man said, placing a hand next to the boy's arm. "I
mean it isn't... but I'm not going to leave you all on your own okay? You'll
live with me." The blond haired man said compulsively. Moving his flexing hand
to place it on the child's head. He still had trouble believing that this kid
was a boy. He inhaled, startled by the softness of the kid's silky hair.
He couldn't remember ever seeing a boy so pretty before with his delicate small
frame, soft lightly curled nearly shoulder blade length ink black hair, and
large soulful strange almost luminescent green eyes. Something in him insisted
that he had to protect the kid. He was just so tiny and vulnerable looking,
fragile, poor thing! He looked like he could hardly be more than nine or ten,
though the blond man knew that was unlikely by what doctors had told him.
The man gave the boy his best smile, his super hero smile. In an attempt to
reassure him.
"R-Really? But you don't even know me!" Harry pointed out sniffling.
"Yeah, really you'll stay with me, okay? I mean... It's not the same as having
your family but... Well... Anyway, we'll probably have to figure out a back
story for you or something... My name is Toshinori Yagi by the way. You can
call me Toshinori." The man said, grinning at Harry. What was he even doing?
Offering to take some random kid in! Toshinori forced that from his mind,
trying to put the kid at ease with a good natured guff.
Toshinori couldn't let that poor boy be all alone in a completely different
world than his own... Especially with his odd... Ability to get pregnant the
doctors had mentioned and besides that he looked to only 9 or 10 and already
everything about him screamed vulnerable cinnamon bun Uke boy! He definitely
would protect him who would if not him? Ugh the idea of even leaving the poor
kid all alone made Toshinori feel ill. Some creepy would happily take
advantage, he was sure!
"Thank you!" Harry exclaimed, lunging forward to try to hug the man, falling
into his lap instead as his body seized with pain.
"You-you shouldn't exert yourself like that kid! You literally just-just got
out of a 3 day long coma! Besides that you shattered your leg." Toshinori
stuttered, uncomfortably patting at Harry's back as he quietly whined and
shuddered in pain, his leg absolutely on fire along with the rest of his body.
"Didn't think bout it!" Harry whimpered. Trying to take in a deep breath. His
cheeks beat red.
The blond haired man slowly stood up and sat Harry back on the bed, careful not
to yank out his IVs and tossed the blankets over him. "I'm going to go see if I
can get you another blanket or something, you feel kind of cold. You need to be
careful from now on, you don't need another surgery on that leg to... I'll be
right back." Toshinori muttered, shuffling from the room.
As much as Harry wanted to protest his body demanded he went to sleep, he felt
drained emotionally, physically, and the pain he was in made it even worse. He
wished that someone would just hand him a pain potion, an extra strong one
would really be appreciated at the moment! Even as stressed and nervous as he
felt, sleep almost instantly forced itself on him. Even then Harry could hear
the obnoxious beeping in his sleep, like before. It thundered through his
troubled dreams beep be-beep beeping all around him.
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Harry had been in the hospital for nearly a month before finally being able to
be allowed out... more convinced to be allowed to leave. He didn't heal nearly
as fast as most people. His blood results were apparently strange, interesting
but also worrying in some ways as he had several different mineral levels that
were low. After several tries to up them it became apparent that he had issues
things like mineral absorption and heat regulation. They also were worried
about the way his body may be reacting to his quirk. Even with everything,
Toshinori had thankfully managed to convince the hospital staff to release his
new charge. Harry hid his twinges of pain from his changing body and badly
broken leg. He wanted to just get out of the place that smelled of death and
antiseptic. Toshinori was with him nearly constantly, other than a few hours a
day. Teaching him about this 'new world'. The man had actually found the
hardest part of everything to be trying to teach Harry about technology and
things that Harry had deemed 'Muggle'... what ever the hell that meant...?
"So here's My place! Your room is over here! I tried to go by what you were
telling me you like so sorry if it isn't to your liking..." Toshinori said,
nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Feeling more nervous than he had
expected.
"No, it's perfect!" Harry insisted. Smiling kindly up at the man. Hearts and
stars shining around him. Making Toshinori recoil, looking at him with his face
twisted in horror at how utterly adorable and sweet he looked. It wouldn't be
long at all before boy's would be trying to take advantage of his ridiculously
pretty sweet heart of a charge because there was no way in hell this kid was
going to be attracting any girls, at least not straight ones! Why, why did he
have to be such a... Uke boy?
Toshinori let out a nervous gush of air, smiling. "Good I wasn't sure." He
admitted, 'I've never had to figure out a room for anyone let alone practically
a girl before. I'm so glad I hit the nail on the head' He left out. Harry's, or
as he had begun to call him, Harrison, because no way was he going to be
calling him 'Darling Flower or Darling Harrison' like the kid's weirdo uncle
apparently called him, taste seemed to strongly lean towards delicate and
...well girly things. It was like the poor kid was preprogramed into wanting
kids and babies which at 13 years old was rather alarming for Toshinori.
Especially as the man had already begun to find himself feeling an almost
parental attachment to the child. And as his kid, Harrison would not be making
him a premature adoptive grandpa or what ever the hell he was now going to be!
The idea of it made Toshinori shudder in horror.
Harry gimped across the room on his crutches and sat on his bed flopping back
onto it, marveling at how comfortable he could already tell it was. He couldn't
ever remember finding a bed even half as comfortable as the ones at the Malfoy
estate before. This one had to be just as comfortable and from what he had
learned they couldn't cast softening charms in this place. How did they manage
to make the mattress feel so nice without one though? Harry laughed rolling
about on it, rubbing his head against the mattress, marking it with his scent.
He loved it so much! All of it! Toshinori was so good to him! Everything was so
pretty!
Harry's bedroom was a dusty purple color consisted of a queen bed with vivid
peacock feather print bedding with it's coloration varied from emerald green to
a bright purple. It had a large desk, and a plush dark green love seat next to
a nearly bare book shelf. Harry squealed when he one of his hands felt
something worn and familiar feeling. He immediately snatched it and pulled it
to his chest, tears beginning to weld up in his eyes. It-it was, how did he
find him? Paddy! "How-how did you find him? I thought he got destroyed or
something?" Harry bawled, hugging his childhood stuffed animal close.
Toshinori smiled, sitting down next to Harry and affectionately ran a hand over
his hair. "He was in a pocket on the inside of the bit of the clothes you had
left... When you told me about him... how much he meant to you I... I went and
got him repaired." Toshinori explained, rubbing his neck.
"Thank you so much!" Harry exclaimed, hugging the man, tears still running from
his eyes.
Toshinori cringed when he pulled away and saw the bleach spots on Harry's far
too large, shirt. They would really need to go clothes shopping as soon as
possible Toshinori decided. Harrison couldn't be using the same two pairs of
clothes forever and he forgot to get some stuff to wash Harrison's hair! Damn
it! He'd have to go out and get some. It wasn't like bar soap or straight
shampoo could be used with hair like that. Toshinori sighed, he was already
doing a crap job at being a parent.
"Hey... So hows the leg feeling?" Toshinori asked, nibbling his lip. Hoping
that he wouldn't need to leave Harry on his own.
"Hmm, it's alright. It doesn't hurt as much today as yesterday or anything."
Harry said, sitting up and running a hand through his lose hair, Paddy was
still fir.
"Good, want to go out to eat or something? Then we could go get you some stuff
after if you're feeling up to it." The man said, giving Harry a nervous smile.
"I'd like that. Um, could we get a decent brush or something to? The hospital
comb is practically useless." Harry explained, blushing as he ran a hand
through his hair. Giving the man another nervous gentle smile that made him
absolutely melt.
"Of course. Anything you need kid!" Toshinori cheerfully agreed, fully meaning
it. He hadn't known him long but Toshinori could already feel himself truly
caring for the boy.
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It had been a few months and in that time Toshinori had grown to love Harry as
if he were his own flesh and blood child. Even with all the awkwardness that
came with having a boy raised to be a 'heiress' with an adoration of stuffed
animals well and live animals, children and really just cute 'girly' things in
general and with the unnerving ability to eventually have.. them... like a
girl, some day ugh, Toshinori couldn't stop having nightmares of Harry coming
home with a baby and declaring him a grandfather for some reason. Getting use
to going shopping for painfully cute clothes and learning how to braid hair
wasn't exactly things he was expecting to have to learn either.
The hardest thing to deal with was the random quirk spaz outs though. Having to
try to explain away why one of his bathrooms had to be not just repaired but
completely rebuilt hadn't been easy especially when he was supposed to be a
quirkless man with a strange probably bordering on creepy obsession with All
Might. Asking them to have to completely rebuild half of the upstairs 2 weeks
later had been awkward... and that was understating it. All over one goddamn
spider Harry insisted was the size of a football and had pulled knife on him
that he had never even seen. He was pretty convinced the kid was seeing things
when he was half asleep in the middle of the night.
Harrison's quirk... was destructive to say the least. Toshinori had learned the
does and don'ts around Harrison who was a rather meek and shy especially if he
didn't know someone. He was prone to panic attacks and in general didn't do
well in situations he wasn't familiar with or that involved being around lots
of people... coming up behind him while he was half asleep without making any
noise was also a total nono... electric shocks really weren't fun.
Anyways, reacting in fear all the time to things didn't seem to be a good thing
when it came to such a quirk which he didn't seem to have much control over at
all. His abilities lashed out in situations of stress, much like a small
child's would sometimes do. Unlike most children or well people in general
Harrison's quirk was dangerously powerful and destructive even without
direction... Especially without direction! Lightning and Hurricane force
winds... yeah not a good combo for a neurotic person. Mother nature must have
either had a cruel sense of humor or was a total idiot.
In Toshinori's opinion Harry really would have been more suited to a quirk like
super cleaning or something to do with babysitting things he would enjoy and be
ridiculously good at... not something that could destroy a city block if he
became too frightened because he had the control of a toddler. That was okay
though, because Toshinori was sure that given a little training and
encouragement that Harrison could become a great hero! They had a little over a
year after all to get him ready and Toshinori was sure that they could. He
believed in Harry who was already catching up with school sorts of things
incredibly fast. He was extremely intelligent and a very fast learner It
shouldn't take much for him to get a hold of at least what ever basics there
were to control his quirk once they figured it out. And of course with an
amazing quirk like that Harry would surely get into the Hero program at U.A.!
Toshinori was sure Harry would be one of the greatest of heros!
Sadly even as amazing as he was, how kind and sweet, Toshinori didn't think
that he would be suited to being the next torch bearer of his particular quirk.
With his fragile body Harrison could never handle such a quirk. And Toshinori
was certain that no matter how much training he were to ever do, it would never
be enough. That was why when U.A. got into contact with him, Toshinori accepted
their offer. He was going to be a teacher for at least the semester at the
world premiere Hero school. He would pass the legacy of his quirk on and would
surely be able to find the perfect person for it in a school for heros, the
premiere school for heros to boot!
Agreeing to be a professor at U.A. meant that they would have to move.
Something that Toshinori felt extremely stressed out about, not for him, but
for his sweet nerotic Harrison. Being forced into a place packed with people
all the time. Being forcing Harry into a school with other kids. Nearly sent
the man over the edge with worry. Kids could be so mean after all and what if
Harry got scared or needed him? He was such a sweet sensitive child after all!
They hadn't been separated more than a few hours at a time since Toshinori had
saved and took him in.
Toshinori had been homeschooling him in an attempt to catch him up to more
normal things as the kid seemed to be able to brew up a mean headache reliever
quite literally brew one which was freaky and ridiculous that wizards and
witches apparently literally taught their kids to make potions with cauldrons,
but knew nothing about science or conventional math. Toshinori still had
trouble wrapping his head around it.
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"It says here that you have to connect the red cord to the third bracket down."
Harry said, sitting cross legged on an air mattress, hair dripping wet.
"Okay got it." Toshinori said, giving a thumbs up. "What's next?"
"Uh, give me a second." Harry said, flipping through a booklet. "Okay now all
you have to do is connect the input.. Jacks into the matching colors." Harry
said, squinting at the ridiculously small print.
"Yes done! Now what movie do you want to watch? I've got that new one,
Vindicator- civil war or Dr. Odd." Toshinori said, holding up two movie cases.
"Dr. Odd, he's supposed to discover magic right?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, it's got really good reviews." Toshinori nodded.
"That one then!" Harry insisted, eyes lighting up with excitment.
Toshinori removed the DVD from it's case and crawled over to the flat screen
sitting on the floor and pushed the open button on the player sitting next to
it, putting the disk inside of it before closing it. Before sitting down he
rolled up the inflatable mattress that refused to work and stuffed it back in
it's box, he would return it in the morning he decided, the sooner the better
after all. Toshinori snatched the remote and shuffled on his knees back.
Sitting next to Harry on the huge inflated mattress. "Wait, you should probably
brush your hair out before it dries too much." The man pointed out, his little
over a year worth of strong parental instincts telling him Harry would regret
it if he did it in the morning.
"I don't know where my brush is yet. I think I accidently put it in a box with
my bedding stuff." Harry explained, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, sit in front of me then." Toshinori ordered. Clicking play on the DVD
remote. He began carefully running fingers through black hair, absently easing
through knots and tangles. After doing that, the gaunt man pulled a dark green
scrunchy from his wrist, without even glancing from the screen he began
braiding silky locks effortlessly. Twisting the hair tie around it's end, not
having to look at what he was doing even once he was so practiced.
He and Harry continued to sit there like that for the remainder of the movie,
making commentary, only pausing it a once when they forgot to grab some snacks.
Harry fell asleep leaning against Toshinori Going completely limp, snuggled up
against him making the man almost want to coo at his cuteness. Toshinori
yawned, clicking off the TV. Glancing at the mess he grimaced, pushing the
bowls away with his sock clad foot. "I'll deal with that tomorrow." He mumbled
to himself.
He picked Harry up and laid him down on the inflatable 'super tough All Might'
air mattress sitting among a couple dozen unpacked boxes in the living room. He
tucked Harry in nice and tight, parental adoration bubbling up in his chest as
Harry nuzzled his pillow and curled up in a tight ball. The blond haired man
crawling in on the other side of the mattress with his own blanket and sprawled
out, thoughts of everything they had to get done whirling in his head before he
finally fell asleep, feeling hopeful and content as his pride and joy, his
'baby' slept soundly next to him.
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Toshinori flailed around in panic, Harry would be meeting his protegee today in
the entrance exam for U.A.! He hoped he liked him. Toshinori didn't know what
he would do if he didn't! Harrison's opinion was more important than anyone's
to him, they just had to get along! He was glad that Harry at least wouldn't
have to worry about the hero program portion of the exams. Being the world's
greatest super hero definitely had it's perks in everyone listened to him when
he said something.
Toshinori was still worried though. Harrison hadn't been in school the entire
time he had him. It was for both his and other's safety, Harrison's control
hadn't really improved much other than being able to cause things to sort of
happen with it at will. It wasn't that Harry didn't try to learn control it but
his ability was too wild and powerful and was out of control in such a way that
Toshinori really didn't know how to help deal with it. How did you gain control
of something as wild and unpredictable as a true natural disaster? He sure as
hell didn't know that was for sure! Dealing with it was nothing like dealing
with his own quirk. Harrison's was like trying to treat a rattlesnake like a
dog. Not exactly easy when all it wanted to do was kill you! Toshinori was
convinced that half of the problem was Harry's lack of confidence and naturally
nervous demeanor. But he was sure his sweet boy would still be an amazing hero
once he learned the trick to controlling his quirk.
"Are you sure you're ready to go tomorrow, I wouldn't care if you wanted to you
know... stay home if you wanted." Toshinori wheedled wringing his hands
together. Sweet literally poured from the man.
"Nah, I-I think I'll be okay!... I need to get into a-a good school so I can
get a good job when I'm older." Harry insisted, scuffing at the floor with his
toes.
Toshinori practically deflated at Harry's words. He really much rather have
Harry never leave, then he at least would know that he was okay and no one was
taking advantage of him or being mean to him. Harry smiled up at him in that
sweet adoring reassuring way that just melted Toshinori. No he needed to
support Harrison! Not make him feel like he was doing something bad! Harry
already had enough confidence issues without him making them any worse with his
hovering. Toshinori instantly forced himself to straighten up and laughed
enthusiastically, his super hero laugh on full display as he grinned, "Of
course if that's what you feel comfortable doing I'm behind you 100%!"He
insisted, giving Harry a thumbs up. "Now go on! Go take a bath so you won't
have to be in a hurry tomorrow, alright? Then straight to bed." Toshinori
insisted, affectionately running a massive hand through Harry's near mid-back
length hair.
"Okay! I promise." Harry agreed.
" No staying up until 3 again reading, got it? I don't want too you tired for
tomorrow." Toshinori warned, suddenly looking far more serious.
Harry squeaked in embarrassment. "That was one time!" He eeped covering his
cheeks when he felt them heat up.
"Uhuh." The blond haired man snorted. Practically shrouded in a cloud of
scepticism.
"I'm-I'm taking my shower now." Harry muttered looking very much like a scolded
pouting puppy.
00000000000000000000000000000000
"You remembered your lunch right?" Toshinori asked, looking half ready to panic
on Harry's behalf, frantically darting around trying to find everything.
"Yeah, right here." Harry said, holding up a zip up lunch cooling bag.
"And your bag right?" Toshinori exclaimed, eyes frantically darting around his
whole body jittering as he wrung his hands together.
"Um, yeah. It's on my back..." Harry said pointing over his shoulder to his bag
with cute little green puppy paw prints on it. "Have everything I need." Harry
assured the man.
"Your phone?" The gaunt man pressed, blatantly ignoring Harry.
"In that Faraday cage thing you got me." Harry sighed, jingling the rubber and
metal contraption at his side.
"Oh, you forgot a hair tie." Toshinori called out in triumph, ready to drag his
charge back home that very moment.
"Oh I did didn't I? It's fine it looks nice this way anyway, doesn't it?" Harry
said, tossing his hair out of his eyes. Not realizing what he had done had
looked horrifically seductive.
Toshinori twitched, "Yeah, you're putting your hair up." He insisted hissing
slightly at how ridiculously attractive his Harrison was.
"Oh... Okay?" Harry mumbled, completely baffled looking.
Toshinori pulled a scrunchy out of his pocket with a grimace. Quickly putting
Harrison's hair up with a triumphant noise. He completely recoiled in horror
and began making choking noises and almost looking like he was seizing when
Harry turned to him as the bell rang, tilting his head and running a hand over
the top of it. Practically sparkling and shining. Oh god what had he done?!
Showing off his full face was way way worse! He was almost sickeningly adorable
with his hair that way! Oh god he didn't want to be a grandfather yet! No!
"I guess I have to go in now. See you later um... D-dad!" Harry said nervously
smiling at the man before heading towards the building. Looking back at the man
looking slightly concerned as he continued to just stand there, clawing at the
air and gasping. Delusions of Harry showing up with a baby running as clear as
one of his beloved flat screen movies through the man's mind.
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"First day of school. Room A 1. General education." Harry muttered to himself.
Harry had been worried during the exams that Toshi had signed him up for the
hero courses, being All Might, but he didn't have to do more than the basic
exams. The only thing that he had to really worry about the whole time is if he
had answered a few essay questions satisfactory. No terrifying robots, no
chance of severe injuries. It was a major relief! He didn't want anything to do
with that lifestyle at all. No matter how much he loved his adoptive father he
didn't want to be in constant danger. What Harry did want was a calm fulfilling
job and to find someone to fall in love with then have a big family.
Harry tried to not be very noticeable when he entered the room. Thankfully it
didn't have too many people in it yet so that wasn't too hard. He sat down,
trying to be as discreet as possible he stayed quiet, too nervous to try and
introduce himself. For some reason he always seemed to garnish a ridiculous
amount of attention when he entered a room. Harry really wasn't a fan and was
baffled why.
"Are you listening to me! Get your feet off of that desk! Be respectful of this
institution and the students before us!" A very serious looking black haired
student with a pressed uniform and glasses insisted. "Um... are-are you
alright?" The teenager asked the boy he was lecturing after seeing the look on
his face. The ash blond haired red eyed, sharp toothed boy's face was turning a
worrying shade of red, eyes wide and vacantly staring. The boy backed away as
the air around the blond began to heat up.
The tall serious looking student nervously followed the other boy's eyes
confused by the display of anger towards a petite rather beautiful student,
siting quietly, nervously arranging writing utensils. What a ridiculous
response to someone sitting respectfully waiting to be educated! Something was
obviously wrong with this barbaric boy! He would just have to make sure that
the hooligan left her alone.
"Hi their cutie! My names Denki Kaminari! What's your quirk? Mines
Electrification. I bet a pretty person like you has a really pretty name!" A
electric blond haired boy said winking and flexing his arms flirtatiously,
accidently knocking everything on the desk to the ground. The boy jerked away
fearfully when he heard an enraged almost feral sounding growl.
"What the hell do you think you are doing extra? She obviously doesn't like you
shit head! Look what you've done, knocking shit all over the floor what an
asshole!" The ash blond teen suddenly yelled, his whole body smoking. He
immediately stomped over making the other boy flee out of intimidation and
began to help collect Harry's things. "He. He didn't do anything else.. Right?"
The boy asked, face still a worrying shade of red now almost purple as he
fidgeted with his sleeve involuntarily.
Harry shook his head, still completely confused by the boy's odd behavior and
more than a little concerned about the smoke emitting from the boy's skin. The
heat felt nice though. He was always pretty cold so being next to a practical
heater didn't feel too bad.
"Good or I would have had to beat the shit out of that pervert!" The boy
snarled, sparks rolling over his palms, his eyes almost crazed looking.
"Okay?... Um anyway I guess it's nice to meet you-...?" Harry said, trying to
remember what the boy's name had been... he swore he saw him up on the screen
when the students wanting to enter into the Hero program had been assigned to
different practice city simulation grounds or what ever they were. That
meant... aww! He didn't make it into the hero class, it wasn't what he would
want to do but like many attending the exams it was likely his dream. Poor guy!
Being in his class that meant he must not have passed!
"Katsuki Bakugou. Losers are only allowed to call me Bakugou, my last name, but
I want you to call me by my given name Katsuki!" Bakugou said in a bragging
tone of voice. The tone he used while telling Harry he wanted him to call him
by his first name sounding much like he was bestowing upon him the greatest of
honors.
Harry gave the boy a kind smile. "Oh-okay if that's what you want..."
Bakugou's eyes widened, feeling his mouth go dry. What was this weird feeling,
like his heart was going to explode? She was so-so... pretty.. No more than
that bigger calling her pretty would be like saying his quirk was just 'okay or
average' no he was fantastic practically a god! Saying such a thing would be
near blasphemy. No maybe beautiful, gorgeous? There weren't words to describe
this person. That smile though. It made him want to hide this person away from
the world and keep 'her' all tohimself. Something was so unbelievably genuinely
sweet and innocently almost fragile about them. Like a sunny day almost, the
feeling reminded him of the day his quirk appeared. He wanted to protect this
person. Wanted them to be his.
Bakugou nearly choked as realization hit him. Did he really just develop a
crush on someone he had only just meet? Did he really have an actual crush, is
that what this was his first one? No it was something else, stronger. Yes, he
wanted this person to becomehis girlfriend... m-maybe possibly more! "Of course
that's what I want! I wouldn't have said I wanted you to call me that unless I
wanted you to!" Bakugou grumbled, looking away and rubbing at his neck feeling
nervous and pathetic like-like that loser, Deku. NO! Nothing he did could be
anything like that quirkless lesser! What else did he say though? Wait, what
was her name? Yeah that's what he was supposed to ask right?
"So uh, what's your name anyway?" Bakugou asked, leaning against the desk
behind him.
Harry shyly twirled a finger through a lose curl. "Harrison... I'm not sure if
it's Yagi or still Lupin-Black... since my adoptive... Dad... and I decided
that I would probably have less mix ups with paperwork and such... And well
then-then I... wouldn't stick out so much if I had the same last name..." Harry
explained, an uncomfortable look on his face.
Bakugou nearly cringed at the shitty name his crush had. Who in the hell named
their kid, let alone daughter something as awful as that? A thoughtful look
inched itself across his face as he forced his way past the name and focused on
the other information revealed to him. Harrison... Yeah he would need to come
up with a good nickname or something... was adopted. Where her parent's dead?
Was she abused and taken away? Was it neglect? Ran through his head at rapid
pace. He could already tell that she seemed to be a bit of a nervous person
though he wasn't sure if it was because he was talking to her or if she was
just shy.
"You can call me Harry if you want though, that's what everyone use to call
me." Harry said.
Bakugou went stiff and growled, forcing himself not to blow up anything. NO way
in HELL would he be calling 'her' that! It absolutely infuriated him that
anyone had ever even called Harrison that! How could she let people demean her
like that? The future girlfriend of Katsuki Bakugou would not be allowed to be
made fun of that way! Katsuki would just have to make sure of it! "Come on, you
can sit by me..." The aggressive boy growled, snatching everything up that was
left on Harry's desk. A vein throbbing at his forehead at the thought of
someone calling his, well soon to be hisgirl, that! feeling furious didn't even
start to describe how angry he was. He stormed over to a desk and sat
everything he had grabbed from Harry's desk down on the one next to the desk he
chose for himself. It was in the front row at the very corner of the room.
Being there would make it easier to keep track of Harrison and keep others
away.
"W-wait... so um does this mean we are... are friends?" Harry stuttered, half
curling in on himself as he stumbled after the other boy.
"Why else would I be letting you sit next to me? Of course." Bakugou said,
feeling nearly giddy at the idea of the other wanting to be around him even
though 'she' didn't seem to even know him past what he had just told her.
Though it did hurt his pride a little to. That was okay though, forgivable,
because it sounded like she wasn't from the area. Her ignorance of his
magnificence could be forgiven. He already had a feeling that there was
probably not much that he would think unforgivable from the other though.
Bakugou froze as Harry suddenly lunged forward and hugged him.
"I'm so happy! I hope we come to be good friends! I haven't had a friend in
forever..." Harry nearly cheered, his chest swelling with happiness grinning.
He was so lonely. He had Toshinori and loved him very much but the
companionship of a parent and a friend were two very different things. He was
so glad he had found a friend even if he seemed a little odd acting and a bit
rough. It sort of just reminded him of his old friend, Cerburus... though with
a mix of Dionysius added in...
That smile completely melted Bakugou, making him feel strange and oddly content
the anger he normally felt seemed to simply fade away like it hadn't even been
there. He couldn't help but smile back, all sharp teeth. Running a hand through
his hair. His smile twisted into an enraged sneer when he heard the extra
pestering him introduce himself excitedly to someone stuttering in a
sickeningly familiar way. He turned to look on reflex. What, why the hell was
that little shit here? Deku! He would pound that no body into the pavement! He
would crush him to bone dust! He would kill hi-
A man's voice began to grumble in the hallway making everyone quite down in
curiosity.
"It took you 8 seconds to quite down." a strange unkempt looking man grumbled,
surveying the students. "Time is a precious resource. You aren't a very...
rational lot, are you?..." The tired looking man voiced, sighing. He rolled his
blood shot eyes then unzipped himself from a sleeping bag and walked over to a
podium in the front of the room, dragging the bright yellow cocoon like bag
behind him. "I'm your home room teacher, Shota Aizawa... Pleased to meet you."
The homeless looking man said, grabbing his sleeping bag and holding it out to
the meek seeming green haired boy that Bakugou had been half ready to kill
earlier. "Quickly, hand these out... All of you, change into your GYM uniforms
and head out to the grounds. I'm going to be testing your quirks."
"Wait! But what about the entrance ceremony?! Or our guidance sessions?" A girl
with brown hair whined, looking half devastated along with most of the other
students.
"There's no time to waste on that stuff if you want to become real heros. Shows
like that are useless in the real world." Aizawa muttered, pulling out a juice
pouch and began sucking on it.
Harry went green at what the man had just said.. Feeling vertigo. He instantly
held his hand up, arm shaking.
"Yeah? What is it?" The man half groaned.
"Um, I'm sorry but I think I was put in the wrong class! I took the exams to go
into General education, not the Hero program!" Harry squeaked.
Bakugou's face twisted into a mixture of confusion and anger at that admission.
"What's your name?" The man asked, now seeming to be mildly interested.
"Harrison Lupin-Black!" Harry said, trying to force himself not to just run out
of the room screaming in terror.
The man leafed through a pile of papers. "Yeah, this isn't a mistake... You got
a recommendation, something pretty hard to come by, now please sit down." The
man said turning to continue speaking to the rest of the class.
"W-What? This is the first I have heard of this! I-I am requesting that I be
allowed to talk to a councilor or something. I need to get this changed right
away! I'd be no good at this at all!" Harry exclaimed, feeling ready to throw
up.
The man's eyes narrowed. "Well someone obviously thought you were... And you
got... a 96% on the test, second best over all on the written exams."
"They were obviously wrong!" Harry couldn't help but snipe. " My-I-I have taken
a career aptitude test and everything. Hero definitely didn't come up as one of
the careers recommended for me! I'm much more suited to be a elementary school
teacher or daycare provider and the closest things I got to being a hero was
being a social worker or a veterinarian!" Harry explained, beginning to sound
manic. He pawed around in his bag to try and find the paperwork. Practically
ripping it out of it's labeled folder to hand it to the man.
"Yeah... I don't really care. Mine said I should be an accountant or life coach
of all things.. so... I kind of take crap like that with a grain of salt.
Please, just sit down. I'm not changing my mind." The man grumbled.
Harry did as he was told, his throat feeling like it was closing up on him. He
gripped his knees, trying not to visibly tremble.
"Anyway, get those on so we can head outside for your assessments. Today is the
first step for some of you in the right direction to becoming pro heros."
End Chapter 1
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     So I have an excuse for why it took so long to update anything.
     Longest chapter ever written by far. This ended up being 20,092 words
     without author's notes! This part of the chapter in particular I
     believe is 10,681 words long. I decided to split it in half so
     everyone would have something to read if I get busy again and can't
     finish up the next chapter for 'Not the Place I was Hoping for'
     within the next week or so though I expect to be done with it soon as
     it is already at over 6,000 words.
     Hope you enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Start Chapter 2
Wait, he could get expelled from school if he didn't do well? But he hadn't
even wanted to join this program in the first place! He was completely aiming
for the general education courses! That's what he was prepared for, to be a
teacher or work with animals or something, not to be saving people! He wasn't
physically strong! He would be useless at most of these things! The only thing
that he could think of that he could possibly do well in was the dash and the
endurance run... That was the only sort of thing that Harry could see himself
being able to, at the very least, not be last in. As a bearer he was built for
flight so he was faster than most people... He wasn't really sure how fast or
how long he could last though as he didn't really have a reason to run
normally.
Harrison was paired to run against a boy with a bird head and a tall girl with
long black hair who had an analytical air about her. Harry sighed. Getting into
position at the start line he couldn't remember the last time he didn't want to
do something so much. He shook his head, clearing it. If he even wanted the
chance to get this all straightened out than he would need to get past this and
be at least number 20 by the end. Harry had to be able to do that! He had to do
his best!
"Start." Aizawa said in a bored tone, hardly even looking up as he typed away
on a what looked to be a phone.
In that second Harry was sprinting, running faster than he ever had. He wasn't
sure if it was an enhancement from having a quirk or just natural ability but
in a blink of an eye he was passing both teens. He dug his nails into his pant
leg when he felt a current run over his hands, gritting his teeth when his
quirk began to try and force pressurized air to his feet. Harry couldn't do
that, he couldn't let his quirk free, it would surely be a disaster! Even with
his struggling Harry crossing the finish line ahead of the other two. His score
a more than respectable 5.82 seconds for the 50 meter dash. Harry felt like he
was going to be sick as he panted. His quirk writhing under his skin like a
nest of angry snakes. What if he failed, what if he failed?! This was just the
first test and he was having issues!
"You're fast! What's your name again? You're the one that was talking earlier
right? The one that thought you were in the wrong class?" A pink skinned girl
with horns and black sclera asked, rapid fire, trembling with excitement.
Harry nearly jumped when he realized how close the girl was. He fidgeted,
nervously smiling at her. "I-I yes.. I actually had no idea that I could run
that fast... I'm pretty much a book worm... I don't like much to do with
running around or anything and really haven't had any reason to run... But um..
Yeah, I'm not supposed to be here. I don't even know how I got put in this
class." Harry said, tugging at his shirt.
The girl looked at Harry like he had grown a second head before seeming to snap
out of it and excitedly began to speak again. "Well I definitely was impressed!
My name's Mina Ashido by the way!" She exclaimed. Looking up as her name was
called. "Sorry, that's me!" She said, trotting back to the start side.
Harry lost all color in his face. He didn't want anyone to be impressed he just
wanted to be good enough to pass! He didn't want to actually seem like a
competent student for the course! They would want to keep him in it then!
"Harrison! Watch me beat this extra!" A gruff voice excitedly called to Harry.
Unsure why, but Bakugou felt like he hadto impress Harry.
Harry immediately looked up. Seeing the boy he meet, Katsuki, his first friend
in this world, hold up a hand. A blood thirsty shark like grin on his face. The
moment their eyes met the boy's face went back to the bright red it had been in
the classroom. His body smoking.
Harry went wide eyed as the boy jumped into the air mid-step and propelled
himself with an explosion projected out of both of his palms which he aimed
behind him. Jetting forward at incredible speed he ended up second fastest in
the class by far. Harry couldn't help but grin when the boy headed towards him
completely impressed. "That was fantastic! I wish I could control my quirk like
that!" Harry complimented.
Bakugou couldn't help but preen at the praise. Something almost seemed to
flutter in his stomach at the complement. That grinning face nearly had him
losing his balance mid air. Damn 'she' was just gorgeous! A sliver of insecure
hurt still nagged at him though, how Harrison had so adamantly insisted that
'she' wasn't supposed to be in their class and insisted that she be moved. At
first he had been displeased, thinking when 'she' had insisted she wasn't
suited to the class that Harrison was practically quirkless or something but it
was hard as hell to get a recommendation for that program. She obviously had at
least a pretty decent one to be able to get something like that. And even
without using a quirk, or at least he didn't think one was used, she did a
pretty fantastic job with the run.
"Yeah, I'm pretty damn amazing aren't I?" Bakugou bragged, smirking. He felt
almost... flattered? Was that the weird fluttering feeling he was getting? A
strange almost sick feeling suddenly hit him. Making his stomach feel heavy.
Harrison did well to... Should he say something to her about that?
"Alright now, grip test!" Aizawa called out, directing them to move to another
station.
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Harry grabbed one of the strange devices and did as instructed, squeezing with
all his might. "17.9kg... I don't think that's very good." Harry muttered.
Nerves practically clawing at his throat.
"It's far from great but within normal range for a girl your size." Aizawa
agreed, typing something in. Making Harry have to force himself to keep
breathing in a calm controlled way. No he had to at least be a little above
average with at least one more thing or he would be dead last! He had to go to
this school! It wasn't just the best when it came to hero programs, it was
considered academically the best high schools in all of Asia! Harry could get
into any college that he wanted to if he got a diploma from U.A.! And-and...
Dad would be so disappointed if he didn't go to there, the very place he had
gotten hired on at especially the first day! Harry couldn't let that happen!
"Alright on to the Standing Long jump."
By that point Harry was in a full blown panic. He felt like he was trying to
fight a hurricane back and he was sure his hands were trembling. Though not
from nerves like the others probably thought but because of the strain of
trying to keep under control. It was stressful and exhausting. But he couldn't
help it. He couldn't make his quirk calm down when he was ready to be sick from
the fear of possibly being kicked out and possibly being stuck in the hero
program. There was no out that Harry could see and it was driving Harry to
desperation.
Harry just barely nicked by as 5th worst in the long jump, his light frame with
his long, for his size, legs, making him able to jump relatively far even while
fighting to keep his quirk in check.
He ended up 3rd worst in side steps. Feeling overwhelmed as he watched the odd
boy with grape like protrusions growing from his head side step so fast with
the use of said grape like protrusions that it looked like there were three of
him.
After seeing the other students do so well in the softball throw Harry was
convinced that he was going to be gone, expelled! He nearly felt like crying at
the realization. There was no way that he could throw the weighted ball more
than a few feet away let alone far enough to have a chance of continuing! He
was going to be totally humiliated, an embarrassment! The boy Katsuki called...
Deku, was amazing but his quirk obviously hurt him and Katsuki, he was
fantastic! He had such amazing control of his quirk and was so strong... Harry
almost envied the other boy. He could already see the look on the other boy's
face like it was physically paining him to see Harry do so poorly. It was
horrible.
Harry stood frozen in disbelief as Aizawa called out the distance the ball had
gone. The man himself seeming to be equally as confused and surprised.
Harrison's softball throw had turned out better than expected. Though that was
probably because Harrison hadn't even notice the green electricity like energy
only just slightly running itself over his skin as he went to throw nor the
pick up of wind directed at the ball as he let go. 44.5 meters. Harry was
flabbergasted. He was expecting it to hardly make it more than ten feet away!
His fingers twitched involuntarily against his side, completely unnoticed by
all but one, even Harry himself hadn't noticed the twitching. He was 3rd from
last in that event but at least it wasn't the bottom.
"Alright now we will begin our Seated toe touches." Aizawa said, eying Harrison
curiously.
Harry found, thankfully, this exercise was pretty easy for him, actually
ridiculously easy. His flexibility making him able to lay his whole upper body
on the floor without causing even slight discomfort. The shortest boy in the
class, the one with grape like protrusions muttered oddly after that a strange
disturbing look lighting up his enter face. Katsuki began to make worrying
hissing sounds. After Harry turned to one of the girls, he believed she was the
one with the gravity defying quirk, when he was asked if being in that position
was uncomfortable and he explained that it didn't bother him.
Even while being one of the top students in that particular event, apparently
most people weren't very flexible... Harry still was afraid it wasn't enough.
He hadn't broken any major record or anything like the others. He was flexible,
yeah but that didn't mean he could tie himself in knots or anything! And he was
fast but not like that boy... Iita- or what ever his name was or even like
Katsuki. He needed to show that he was worth keeping. That he wasn't some
mediocre loser so he could stay in the school long enough to even get
everything sorted out!
"Hey, you're going to pair up with me for the Upper body exercise, alright?"
Bakugou told Harry, eying the other teen with a bit of oddly enough, at least
to him, concern. Was 'she' okay? He didn't think that Harrison should be
trembling like that. The way her skin looked didn't look all that normal to him
either. Like chalk.
"Oh, okay! I've got to warn you though, I'm not very strong so I'll probably
have a hard time holding you down." Harry explained, false excitement in his
voice, raising an eyebrow when the other boy froze, gaping like a fish his face
turning an even darker shade of red than before.
As Harry thought even with all of his weight down on the other boy's feet he
could hardly keep the boy from lifting off the ground as he did rapid passed
crunches. A dazed but determined look on his face. After half a dozen or so the
boy began to smile. His face only inches from Harry's when he pulled himself up
each time. Harry's full weight propped against his legs. Bakugou felt like he
was on cloud nine. All of Harrison's attention completely on him smiling that
heart melting smile. Bakugou... He was certain he wanted 'her' to be his and he
hadn't even known her a day.
"Switch." Aizawa muttered in a bored tone after asking for everyone's score.
He was going to be dead last on this test, dead last! After only about 15 curl
ups he was having trouble going on. Harry watched the other's most easily
having 2 times that many already. What was he going to do? Fear fear fear he
was drowning in it. The feeling of being inadequate. He was going to fail and
be expelled because this wasn't what he was meant to do with his life. He
wasn't supposed to be some hero! He was weak and completely unsuited to this
all of it! Katsuki's growls of unsure encouragement just made it worse because
Harry didn't have it in him. He was physically too weak. Wait, Harry suddenly
felt like a flood of stamina had begun filling every bit of his body up, almost
to the point it was a suffocating amount. He was moving faster and faster and
he felt like he had buckets of energy! Harry's heart felt like it was going to
explode from the terror of failing. He almost felt compelled to move, like if
he didn't let out the sudden energy and strength he had found would rip its way
out of him. Even then he ended up being second from last.
By the last event Harry was thrumming with power, his head foggy and the urge
to move, to run clawed at his insides. Forward or away Harry wasn't sure. He
hardly even noticed Katsuki or the massive teen with octopi like tentacle arms
asking if he was okay as Aizawa's bored call of 'go' thumped through his brain
like a band ensemble. Pressure began to build behind his eyes, in front of
them, he wasn't sure. His chest was tight so tight he had trouble breathing.
White began to spot his vision as he gasped for breath only a couple hundred
feet into the 2 mile run. He was so behind, Harry-he was pathetic. His dad was
going to be so disappointed in him. A tingling sensation quickly filled his
limbs stronger than before. But Harry couldn't focus on that. It was like the
part of his brain that was supposed to notice such things had completely shut
down. There was just the fear and the desperate irrational need to succeed no
matter the consequences born from it.
Harry didn't notice the electricity running over his skin, nor the way it began
to singe his uniform. Even the fact that it was tarring apart everything in his
wake didn't register with him as something close to madness seemed to set in.
Leaving deep red hot scars across the ground and anything that came too close
to him. The only thing he noticed that he was picking up speed, going faster
than he thought possible springing forward felt like springing from clouds.
That he was actually starting to gain ground. The other's were nothing but
distorted blurs as he forced his way past.
A strange almost feral freeing feeling filled Harrison's cloudy brain. His eyes
glowed a poisonous green becoming almost animal like as his fear and
desperation totally took hold. The lightning running over his exposed skin
becoming more out of control and violent as he lost himself. He vaguely
registered passing a set of markers and slowed down. Dark distorted things
began to slowly crowd around him. 'Kill me kill me.' They were going to kill
me...' Harry's addled mind insisted. They wanted to kill him. To rip him apart.
Twisted secretive grins split the faces of a couple of them. Their fingers
stretched into talon like claws as they stalked over to him, mouths full of
sharp knife like teeth as they mocked him.
"Wow! That's amazing! Is that you're quirk? Why did you say you're quirk wasn't
suited for hero work? Why were you destroying the track though?" One said, her
tone sweet but condescending. She held her hands behind her back and tilted her
head smiling in a way that would have been endearing if her eyes weren't filled
with such vicious malice. Making Harry want to curl in on himself and hide in a
hole, she was a threat. His lizard brain insisted even, as a small more logical
part of his brain insisted that he needed to get himself under control that
something wasn't right with the way he was thinking. That he needed to find his
Dad because it wasn't them that was the danger but was clearly him. Harry's
vision began to spot again gaining flashes of darkness as he felt his throat
almost seem to close up when the girls began getting closer. Desperate pants
trying to fill up his lungs.
"Are you okay? Um, M-Mr. Aizawa?" The girl called. Barely getting drug out of
the way before Harrison's green lightning-like energy tried ripping her in
half. Instead leaving a small car sized hole in the track. Bubbling and melted
from the heat that had emitted from it. The wind picked up after that, forcibly
picking up equipment and throwing as far away from Harry as possible while
still in a weakened state.
"What do you think you are doing?" Aizawa growled, unraveling his carbon
enforced scarf to ready himself for an attack.
He couldn't do anything he couldn't control it, he couldn't! He was a failure,
Harry was sure. So sure and they were all looking at him, they knew it to! What
was he going to do? He couldn't breath, why wouldn't they stop looking? Stop
looking, stop staring! It was already bad enough to be so pathetic without the
staring! He was so useless he why couldn't he had a normal quirk? Why did he
have to be such a freak? They saw it. He couldn't even do one thing for his
dad, he couldn't handle All for One for him and he couldn't even get into a
decent school. He would be so so disappointed in him!
"Oh." Was all Aizawa managed to utter when Harry looked up, the man's mouth
suddenly went as dry as his eyes. Dazed terror. It wasn't aggression at all.
His quirk was reacting through fear. The way Harrison was breathing, he would
say a panic attack was affecting him. Though it still left him confused by why
his quirk was lashing out. Aizawa hissed barely dodging as the growing
lightning lashed out at him. Was it.. Movement? Was that what triggered it?
Aizawa held out a hand when other students approached. "Get back." The man
snarled.
A step back and nothing. A step forward and it was lashing out again trying to
cut his head off. Harrison obviously had no control. He himself was hardly
standing by that point, stumbling from oxygen depravation. Aizawa frantically
backed away when his quirk almost seemed to back fire. Something that had never
happened to him before. His quirk was able to nullify other quirks that had to
be activated, none mutative quirks, but all it did was make the kid's quirk
become almost a living thing in itself. Building larger and larger
significantly faster than before and more aggressive. It began to lash out
wildly and leaving massive gooey gashes all over the place. Aizawa quickly give
up on that, deactivating his quirk after a few moments and it began to shrink.
Becoming once again more defensive.
Seemingly aggressive actions from others was what caused it... At least that
was Aizawa's rational hypothesis. The only thing he had left he could think of
doing was.. Talking. If violence and physical action caused it to become
stronger and more aggressive than he would do the opposite, like the rational
man he was.
"Hey. Calm down. It's a scary feeling right? It's just your mind messing with
you. Panic attacks rarely last more than 20 minutes. It's already been about
ten. If you don't calm down you're going to either hurt one of us or
yourself... Stop taking those fast breaths, alright?" The man said, standing
perfectly still as he tried calming Harry down. "You're making yourself
hyperventilate." Aizawa said, feeling a little bad. The haunted look in those
dazed eyes... He was sure glad it wasn't him. What a weight to have a quirk
like that. Why had this kid been so reluctant to be in the hero classes though?
Was it something to do with the quirk? Realization filled the teacher's eyes.
Oh. Shit. He remembered glossing over some of Harrison's file, it being so
long.. He swore it had said something about his quirk becoming dangerous when
stressed and possibly causing fear inducing something or other... but decided
to go to bed. Aizawa shuddered, a quirk that fed on the user's fears. How
didn't he connect it? Crap he really should have just stayed up that extra hour
and read through the whole thing. He in truth had no idea what Harrison's quirk
was capable of. Likely quirk damaged. He decided, a rather uncommon phenomenon.
"You need to breath in through your nose and let that breath out through your
mouth, nice and slow and deep. It will help." Aizawa explained in the calmest
voice he could muster. Unsure if Harrison could even hear him as out of it as
he seemed to be but thankfully ,after a few minutes, Harry began to do as he
was told slowly his breathing became more normal. After a few more minutes the
wind had died out and the viciously lashing electricity had as well. Until then
he hadn't smelled it, the unmistakable scent of burning flesh. Oh gods!
Aizawa's eyes widened as Harry frantically messed with the clip of something
sitting on his hip, nearly white it was so hot, dripping onto the pavement,
boiling the skin on his hip. Crap that was bad. Before he could even do
anything a boy rushed over. Grabbing the smaller teen without a second thought
frantically trying to cool the clasp of the metal thing with his quirk. He
snapped it off and threw it. A foolish move. Instead of helping, he made it
worse ripping the melted flesh from the kid's hip. Harry was instantly heaving
shaking head to foot and sobbing in agony as hot clotty blood gushed from his
side. "Shit... Alright start heading in! Lupin-Black obviously needs the
nurse." The man said as everyone cringed at the whine of agony Harry let loose.
"Uh, can I go to the nurse to? My fingers are still messed up sir." Midorya
pointed out holding up his nearly blackened flopping digits. Pouting as Aizawa
gave the boy a dull look. "Could you wait a minute to go to the nurse's office
so I can at least announce the results?" Aizawa asked him, though was eying
Harry. Looking mildly unnerved when Harrison's eyes rolled back into his head,
followed by completely boundlessness. That was a definite no for Harrison...
though he wasn't expecting him to stay. Damn. "What do you think sir?" The
white and red haired boy holding Harry up sniped, misunderstanding who Aizawa
had directed his question to. "Yeah... didn't think so. Anyone willing to take
our resident hurricane to the nurse for me?" Aizawa asked, scratching at his
homeless person looking scruff and holding out a note. He would prefer to do it
himself but he didn't have anyone to watch the class at the moment and the
other students would surely be traumatized or something equally as annoying,
now. The heterochromatic boy gave him a look that practically screamed, 'are
you stupid'?
"No wait! I'll take her!" Bakugou insisted. Looking at the other boy with
murder in his eyes. There was no way that anyone would get a chance with her
before him. And anyway, that boy was the reason Harrison was bleeding all over
the place, why was he allowed anywhere near her?
"Shouldn't I-I j-ju-just do it? I-I mean I have to go to the nurse anyway..." A
rather plain looking green haired green eyed boy said, holding onto his ruined
fingers. An injury he had inflicted on himself by using his quirk during the
softball throw.
"Are you all really going to argue over who takes the passed out, bleeding
kid?" Aizawa said, looking unimpressed and sounding more than a little annoyed.
The Two toned boy huffed shifting Harry to carry him bridle style. "Give me
that!" He snarled, snatching the note for the nurse's office. Giving Bakugou an
untrusting look.
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"Poor dear, sugar levels are dangerously low! Must not have ate today and it
says right here in the files, has mineral deficiencies and it seems the dear
also has issues with low blood sugar regularly, That was nasty though. You said
it was the quirk that did it?" An elderly lady dressed in an old fashioned hero
getup asked.
The white and red haired boy nodded. "Yes ma'am. I believe so because the
electricity or what ever it was being used... was so hot the track was melting
and becoming almost glass like. Then her uniform started smoking and... and I
could smell cooking flesh." The teenager said, gripping his pant legs.
"You can call me Recovery Girl darling. Don't blame yourself sweetie. You were
trying to help and you likely did. It may have been gruesome but you removed it
before it could burn any deeper and if you had completely froze it than it
probably would have been even worse. All of the remaining living tissue would
have probably died from shock." The elderly lady explained, kindly patting the
boy on the arm.
"Well you should probably head back to class. The dear won't be leaving here
for at least most of the day." The woman said.
The boy tensed. "No, if it is alright with you I would like to stay until she's
woken up."
"Suit yourself." Recovery girl said, easing herself to her feet. "I'm going to
go get some lunch. I am sure that our little patient would appreciate if they
woke up to some food to." The tiny old woman said. Holding up a small device.
"This will alert you if the darling wakes up. It will begin to beep and flash
red once that happens. I have to go have a quick talk with someone." She
explained, handing it to the boy. She was sure that All Might would be
barreling through the doors any minute in a total panic.
The two toned haired boy nodded furiously, "Yes ma'am." He agreed, following
her out of the room. "I will keep a close eye on it and will not be away long
at all." He said, seriousness filling his whole being.
"Good good." The woman said, hobbling away.
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Shouto tried his best to be quick. Eying the pager every few seconds worriedly.
Guilt eating him up. Recovery girl had told him that he probably helped that
'girl' but it sure didn't feel like it! A hero wasn't supposed to harm and
pained sobs still filled his ears from his hasty thoughtless actions. How was
that helping when he literally tore a chunk of flesh off of 'her' down to the
muscle? His stomach spazmed for a moment at the memory.
Shouto was glad he was the first to the cafeteria as the bell hadn't even rang
yet. The white and red haired boy relaxed a little at that knowledge. He didn't
want to have to deal with the hassle of the lunch crowd nor the questions that
the other students would surely be asking him. Shouto grabbed two trays and
silverware. Going to grab a milk he remembered what Recovery girl said, that
the girl had a dangerously low blood sugar. He then grabbed a juice and sat it
on the tray for the girl... was it Harri something? He couldn't remember, his
stomach twisted uncomfortably at that thought. Not even remembering who he
accidently hurt. Shouto than grabbed an orange for both of them. He was given
two bowls of teriyaki chicken with vegetables and noodles after explaining that
he was helping watch a student in the nurses office. Along with some fried
rice, a small bowl of berries and a piece of strawberry shortcake. Right as
they finished filling the large trays a piercing noise filled the air. The
bell.
"Here, you said they have low blood sugar right, hun? Have another juice, tell
them that I hope they feel better!" A thin middle aged female cafeteria worker
stopped him and kindly insisted. She pointed at a refrigerator with her pointer
finger making it pop open with what looked to be a telekinesis quirk and
floated over a big bottle of red juice.
"Thank you ma'am." Shouto said, bowing his head the best he could in
appreciation. Desperate to get out of there before it was flooded with
questioning students.
Shouto managed to slide out of the room before anyone even managed to notice
him, the feeling of not having to explain what happened was almost like a
weight had lifted from him, if even just a little. He let out a breath and
straightened his shoulders.
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"Wait, where the hell do you think you're doing?" An irritated voice asked.
Promise of murder in it.
"What does it look like? I'm waiting." Shouto said simply. Picking at his tray
of food. Barely even giving the other boy a glance.
Bakugou growled. How dare he, that boy, he was looking down on him wasn't he?
The same one that had hurt his crush so bad just on the first day. What right
did that dick think he had? He shouldn't be allowed to breath the same air let
alone be anywhere near her! His mind still refused to let go of the image of
that terrifying quirk though. He hadn't ever seen anything like it. Harrison
obviously had practically no control of it. Even so he didn't feel the anger
like he normally did with Harrison like he did with other's that tried outdoing
him though Harry had already made it clear that 'she' wasn't interested in
being anything more than a teacher or something equally as unimpressive. Unlike
this boy and that Deku. No, none of that mattered though because this ass was
still there. He eyed the extra tray off food sitting on the end table. There
was no way that he would let this boy out do him! Harrison would be his
girlfriend! How dare that privileged prick think he would have Harrison?
Bakugou yanked a chair sitting in the corner, out from it, and drug it to sit
next to Harry sneering at the other boy the entire time. He hissed at the sight
of the bandage sitting on 'her' hip, tightly taped and noticeably stuffed with
gauze. Bakugou sat the thick strawberry shake he had gotten Harrison on the
side table next to him and opened up the food bag he had in his grasp. Pulling
out a container with a triple stacked cheddar burger with thick slabs of bacon
on it and a large order of fries. He took a massive angry bite out of it while
glaring over the shiny paper at the boy adjacent to him. Both ate in silence,
Bakugou glaring as Shouto stared uncaringly at him, making him even more
enraged.
"Now what are you two gentleman doing in here all alone, with my Harrison,
looking ready to rip each other's head off?" A masculine male voice asked.
Bakugou nearly choked on his burger. Cursing himself for not paying more
attention to what was going on around him. How hadn't he noticed the man
entering the room? Harrison's supposed adoptive dad of all people. He wasn't
anything like he was expecting at all. Extremely tall but nearly skeletally
thin wearing a baggy suit. Having almost skull like sunken cheeks and sunken
almost glowing grey eyes with a head full of golden blond hair. He looked ill
ill like possibly going to die sort of thin. Though what got him wasn't his
sickly physical appearance, it was the oddly unnerving smile on his boney face.
Toshinori pushed right past Shouto ignoring his nervous attempt at explanation.
Sitting on the edge of the bed and hovering protectively. Uncaring if they saw
him neurotically dote over his sweet baby doll of a son. Harry wasn't supposed
to even be in hero classes yet! He was going to try and work with him a little
more before even giving him a recommendation, build up his confidence. Harry
didn't seem to do changes well. He was hoping with some friends that Harrison's
confidence would build up a bit and that he would have some time then to
convince him that he would be a great hero! At the moment Harrison's quirk only
'knew' how to run off of fear and uncertainty. Not safe things to be using for
both Harry and others. He hadn't had an incident like that in nearly a year,
his poor sweet boy! Toshinori felt like someone had gripped his heart in their
hand and were trying to crush it.
"So what, you're Harrison's old man?" Bakugou scuffed.
"Yes, yes I am. My name is Toshinori Yagi young man." Toshinori said, smiling
seeming to ignore the boy's rude tone. He held his hand out to shake Bakugou's
who rolled his eyes. The boy's eyes widening and he hissed as the surprisingly
strong man clamped down on his hand. Toshinori's smile becoming almost
threatening. "My Harrison is truly my pride and joy, I do not think that I have
ever met anyone else nearly as genuinely kind or gentle. Harrison can be a...
bit oblivious of how likable a person like that can be so of course you see I
am very-very... protective." The sickly hero said, his tone honey sweet but had
an anxiety inducing edge to it.
That had Bakugou uncharacteristically nervous. Something felt dangerous about
this man. The dad warning him of all people off of his daughter. How weird was
that? Almost embarrassing with the sorry shape the man was in, even with his
strong grip.
Toshinori had been watching the tests that Aizawa had forced the students to go
through the entire morning. He had hardly been able to control his anger at the
unnecessary stress Harry had gone through and the way the man had belittled is
protégée. Neither deserved it though in Izuku's case it at least made him have
to pause for a moment and think so he could succeed. Harrison had clearly been
in a blind panic for a majority of the events. Because of that his Quirk acted
up in a dangerous way and because his quirk acted up so badly and his teacher
foolishly tried turning it off Harry ended up getting severely burned!
It clearly stated in Harrison's file that canceling quirks had the opposite
effect on Harry, than what one would think. It caused it to become completely
uncontrollable and to lash out at anything and everything. Not just things
perceived as possible threats. Even through watching all of that and forcing
himself to not interfere. Toshinori just wished that he had stayed a little
longer, he would have calmed his Harrison down way before any damage had been
done to him.
The entire time he had been there, Toshinori had been watching this foul
mouthed, overly aggressive, sportsman less boy trying to get the attention of
his sweet naïve son, spotting it a mile away. Harrison being himself, let the
ash blond do as he pleased, telling him what to do as Harry didn't like causing
arguments are upsetting people. Sounded like the start of a movie about some
crazy abusive relationship. Nope it wasn't happening. Harry may not have
understood what the boy was interested in but he was and it was most definitely
not friendship! He wasn't sure what to think of this other boy though other
than another big fat no if he was interested in his Harry... The boy was too
stoic to tell. He did know that the boy was the unpleasant second most popular
hero, Endeavor, a royal pain in the ass dirt bag of a guy's son.
Thankfully for Shouto, All Might believed in giving people multiple chances,
most people at heart were truly good but didn't always do what was good, what
was the right thing. In his opinion. People made mistakes and he believed that
people given the chance would normally do the right thing. It wasn't that he
was naïve, the hero understood that there really were just bad people, people
that were truly to their very core, evil, vile despicable things. Monsters and
they couldn't be changed and then there were people that were just too twisted
to even understand what was right or wrong. And even some good people struggled
with that. He also didn't think that children were ever the embodiment of their
parents though, no matter how despicable they were so unless the boy began to
show interest in his Cinnamon Roll of a son, Toshinori was sure by the kindness
and concern the heterochromatic boy had shown that they would get along at
least decently.
Toshinori pulled his hand away from the boy's barely able to hold back his
smirk of satisfaction when the ash blond made an almost inaudible hissing noise
as he tried subtlety flexing his hand.
"You boy's should really get back to class, shouldn't you?" The hero asked.
"I'm not going anywhere!" Bakugou instantly said, narrowing his eyes at the man
with all of the venom of rattler and the stubbornness of a mule. That geezer
wasn't going to scare him off! How dare he look down on him? This man, who was
nothing but a bug compared to him! Acting like he wasn't good enough to be
around Harrison! He damn well would do as he pleased!
Shouto forced himself to his feet. Not really wanting to leave yet but feeling
that it wasn't exactly appropriate for the boy that made the man's 'daughter's'
injuries worse to stick around. That and he was getting to the point he wasn't
sure how much longer he could hold his tongue around Bakugou's rude behavior.
If it had been his father there... "Of course sir. Please give you're daughter
my apologies. I-I didn't mean to cause her pain... I-I didn't realize that her-
her skin had fused to that-that thing she had on her waist. I don't want to be
forgiven I-just-" He stuttered bowing. "I am deeply sorry for injuring her
further! I will leave the both of you alone." Shouto insisted, his fists held
so tightly at his sides he was going white knuckled. He quickly turned on his
heel and nearly jogged to the door the tension making him feel sick. "That tray
is her's by the way." He turned and pointed out before leaving the office.
Eager to get away from the awkward situation.
Toshinori had to lower his head and hide his face the best he could. He
couldn't let them see the likely dumb looking grin on his face. They-they
thought Harry was a girl? Well... if he didn't know Harry was a boy he would
have thought the same thing, but still! At least one of them had a thing for
his son already. Oh gods, this was going to be so hilarious when they found out
the truth! Oh how he wanted to be that fly on the wall when they found out! It
would be absolutely golden! Toshinori glanced up when the shrieking of
furniture over tile, ripped through his eardrums. The stubborn remaining boy
was standing furious looking and wild eyed, holding out a drink and a bag.
"Here! Give this to Harrison when she wakes up! Tell-tell her it's from
Katsuki! Only me!" Bakugou emphasized with a fierce glare, daring Toshinori to
say no.
"Of course." The sickly hero said, an uncomfortable smile on his face.
"Good!" The ash blond barked. Thrusting it into the man's hands before making
his way around the bed and with shoulders hunched, stomped out muttering about
extras making him look like a prick and trying to outdo him.
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When Harry woke up he was desperate for something wet and something sweet. His
mouth felt like cotton as he licked his lips. After a few moments he registered
a horrible burning throbbing sensation shooting through his side. He couldn't
help but let out a short groan as he forced himself up into sitting position.
Trying to ignore the tears prickling at his eyes.
"Hey, sweetie, you feeling alright?" Toshinori asked, running a hand through
sweaty black locks.
"Awful." Harry croaked truthfully. He cringed as the pain in his hip seemed to
be getting worse with every second that he stayed awake. Throbbing through his
side like electricity and fire at the same time.
"I see.. Well Recovery Girl said if you woke up before she got back that I was
supposed to turn on the pain meds in that fancy machine next to you." Toshinori
said, looking grime. He leaned down and pushed the on button just like the
elderly woman had told him to. After a few minutes Harrison began to look
visibly less tense and much less like he was about to puke or something. "How
about now?" The hero asked.
"Still hurts, not as bad." Harry said in a short clipped tone, his mouth so dry
it felt almost like sandpaper had been rubbed on the inside of it.
Toshinori deflated for a moment before straightening up, looking excited. "Well
I think that something was left here from the boy that brought you to the
Nurse's office that will make you feel better! I have something for you to."
The hero said, giving Harry an overly enthusiastic smile. He grabbed the piece
of strawberry shortcake left over for him and pored the extra strawberries on
it. Holding it out like some sacred offering to Harrison who acted acted much
like an overly excited child to see it.
At the sight of Harry's hands shaking badly, Toshinori pull away. He scooped up
a piece of cake with a spoon and held it out to Harry like he was feeding a
small child. Visibly looking at Harry's hands in concern. Really his whole body
had begun to lightly tremble at the slightest movement. Recovery Girl hadn't
been kidding when she had said that his blood sugar was low and the old woman
had said she had already given his Harrison something to boost his levels
already. It made Toshinori's nonexistent stomach wraith uncomfortably at the
thought. How low were they? The hero had a feeling that the woman hadn't fully
told him how close his son had been to being rushed to the hospital. That
thought, sent an anxious shiver down the gaunt man's spine.
After the first bite Harry felt almost desperate to get a hold of anything
sugary that he possibly could. Craving it to the point it nauseated him... or
that could have been because he needed to eat... Either way he wanted it,
badly.
Toshinori slurped down a sip of the thick strawberry shake the ash blond boy
had gotten for his son. Annoyed at how good it tasted. It was from his favorite
burger place in town. Toshinori had told Harry that he would take him to eat
there later on that day and that boy had to get him food from there before him,
trying to seduce his sweet son through some of his favorite foods! It was
almost sacrilegious! Completely dastardly! To top it all of it was the first
place that he had taken Harrison to eat when he got him, before heading back to
his home city of Tokyo.
Harry made a pathetic keen as the man finished up feeding him the last bite of
cake. Giving the man pathetic puppy eyes that made Toshinori have to hold back
an 'aww'.
Toshinori knew that he had promised the lover boy that he would tell Harry that
the food was from him... but... sweat trickled like a leaky facet down the
hero's face as a picture of an angry looking black haired, red eyed, red
cheeked scowling baby flashed through his mind. A smiling proud looking
Harrison on his door step, holding it out to him. Ugh, gods no! The golden
blond shivered dramatically feeling a little dizzy at the thought. He couldn't
let that happen!
"Here, I got this for you, it's strawberry your favorite!" Toshinori said in a
cheerful tone, trying not to let his voice quiver, smiling radiantly at his
Harrison. It created an almost halo effect around the gaunt man. The same one
that often had crowds of women screeching and clawing at each other to try and
get even a sliver of a chance to just brush up against one of his massive
muscular arms when he was using his quirk when he made himself look like his
iconic super hero self, All Might, the most well known hero in the world.
Harry instantly was all smiles again, happily thanking his dad. Uncaring that
the man had just drank from it himself Harry eagerly began gulping down the
thick strawberry filled slurry, starting to feel much better and less shaky.
Even his head started to feel less cottony as the minutes ticked by.
Toshinori tried pulling the cup away from his son, looking mildly horrified at
how quickly and aggressively Harry was drinking the shake. It wasn't his normal
behavior at all. Harrison normal ate like a bird or some old time high class
proper lady, daintily and delicately picking at things or sipping. Lessons from
his childhood sticking like gum in hair, still, to that very day. Harry
snatched the cup from the man, leaving Toshinori's mouth gaping like a fish
even as Harrison continued to gulp at a pace that worried the man that he may
get sick.
"Hey, maybe you should slow down a little before you get a brain freeze or
choke sweetie?" Toshinori cautioned. Not really sure what else to say as his
Harrison never acted that way.
"S-sorry!" Harry said in an embarrassed tone of voice. Barely able to force
himself away from his delicious fruity drink. He smiled sheepishly, "I.. I
can't help it. I think I panicked too bad and made my quirk burn me out again.
I feel like my blood sugar might be lower or something, I really want sugar,
like the last time." Harry explained, refusing to look at the man. His
embarrassment was nearly palpable, hanging heavily in the air.
Toshinori sighed. Laying himself on the edge of the bed the best he could with
such a large frame and affectionately ran a hand through Harry's soft hair.
"It's not your fault. Aizawa did a rotten thing back there. You weren't even
supposed to be in that class. I didn't think you would be comfortable with it."
Toshinori mumbled. He sat up and grabbed the bag the boy had left behind and
looked through it, pulling out an 'All Mighty Meaty Plus' burger. What was that
boy thinking? There was no way Harry could finish half of that thing! It must
have been a pound! No wonder the bag felt like it was about to tare! Well, he
had barely started eating his packed lunch, they could share. He was sure that
Harry would prefer the burger over the teriyaki at least when it came to that
burger join in particular.
Toshinori unwrapped the massive two hand burger trying to flatten it a bit with
his hands before straining his jaw on a bite. It had the works on it. Mushrooms
and grilled onions, 4 different types of cheese, some sort of almost sweet mayo
like sauce, lettuce, bacon, and a thin layer of fries. The only think that
wasn't on it was tomato which Toshinori didn't really care about and he was
sure Harry wouldn't either. It was a divine burger made only the best beef and
homemade rolls. It nearly brought a tear to the hero's eye at the Americanness
of it. It was as it had been when the place first opened and was the first item
of food ever officially named after him and brought Toshinori immeasurable
pride.
"Do you want some of this to? It's a burger worthy of a hero!" Toshinori said
teasingly, in his bright energetic All Might voice. He waved it under Harry's
nose, sure that once the scent of beef hit his nose he would want at least a
few bites. Harrison, the hero had learned, had a rather strange appetite for
red meat after all. Toshinori had trouble believing such things still but he
remembered something about Harry's birth father being a werewolf or something
and his mother part some other predatory supposedly 'magical' creature which he
wasn't too sure about that but they had super heroes with the ability to fly
and destroy buildings with their minds so... yeah it wasn't that farfetched to
him that there was at least the possibility of something like that existing
especially in some alternate universe all together.
Harry hummed in agreement. His stomach cramping demanding he eat something
other than sugar even as his mouth still watered for it. Harry sat the shake
between he and his dad, carefully taking the offered burger half from the man,
he pulled back the wrapped a bit and began eating. Nearly moaning at the taste.
"Why didn't you come to me sooner dear? I could have gotten that fixed in a
jiff for you!" The voice of none other than 'Recovery girl' carried into the
room.
"Well, you see I didn't really want to bother you or anything... I-I thought
I'd be fine I guess." A nervous sounding boy explained, laughing sheepishly.
"Midoriya, my boy! What are you doing here?" Toshinori asked, immediately
sitting up and trying to look as professional as possible and not like he had
been stuffing his face with junk and had been half contemplating a nap. He
quickly wiped away crumbs from his baggy suit.
"A-All Might!" The green haired green eyed boy squeaked. "I-My finger, I hurt
it during the tests that my new teacher made us do! I-I wasn't the worst hurt
though." The young protégée babbled, holding out a swollen crushed looking
finger.
"Yeah, I know." All Might said, scratching his cheek.
"You-you do?" The curly haired boy stuttered.
"Uh, yeah, kind of hard not to when the person that got hurt is here."
Toshinori pointed out, pointing his thumb behind him, a sweat drop beading up
at his brow at the obliviousness of the boy. Harrison was literally laying
right next to him, a machine pumping pain drugs into him, snarling down a
burger and gobbling down as much sugar as he could get his hands on. He was
pretty noticeable.
Midoriya visibly jumped, yelping when he finally noticed the other boy. "She's
not at the hospital or something? Isn't she... maybe a bit un-unsafe to be
around... at least at the-the moment sir?" He asked, backing closer to the door
while visibly shaking a little, his eyes darting about fearfully as his mind
filled with melted concrete from lightning and bent sports equipment being
hurled at everyone. "I mean... She-no offence but she completely destroyed the
track and-and tried to kill everyone!"
Harry froze mid-bite, suddenly not feeling very hungry at all. In fact he felt
the opposite way, like he would throw up at any moment. He couldn't help but to
curl in on himself, feeling wetness fill his eyes, nearly overflowing. Harry
started to sniffle, his lungs almost spazmed on him forcing a quick inhale. He
hadn't meant to do that, not ever! He hardly even remembered much near the end
just fear and stress and the possibility of letting his dad down. It had all
been so confusing and distorted. The other boy's words had cut into him like a
knife.
Before All Might could tare the green haired boy a new one, feeling very
defensive of his son, the elderly Recovery Girl beat him to it.
"How rude! Apologize to Harrison right this moment young man! He can't help
what happened. Harrison's quirk feeds off of fear and stress hormones and
causes them to release while active, itself, becoming stronger and more out of
control. It can even cause disorientation, hallucinations, and panic attacks
according to what I have read. The sweetie surely didn't do such a think on
purpose! He must have been terribly upset." The elderly woman said, cooing near
the end and giving Harry a kind smile, making a noise of upset disapproval when
she saw the tears forming in Harrison's eyes. Such a sensitive darling, it
broke her heart seeing him that way!
Toshinori was completely focused on Harry after hearing another sniffle, much
louder than the first. Swallowing hard as he saw the silent tears falling down
his emotional fragile son's face. Something like that would no doubt destroy
him for days. His confidence was about as nonexistent as it could be already,
no matter how hard he tired to up it. He felt helpless. Utterly so.
Harrison's quirk was destroying him, terrifying him, but the hero didn't know
how to help him. Toshinori thought that Midoriya would be a perfect way to help
him. He had even fantasized how good of friends they would be. How he would
introduce them at the end of the day and how the boys could help build each
other's confidence. Midoriya could gain more from being the leader, the one
willing to talk to others and raise to the challenge and Harrison would have a
buffer of sorts that would gently push him. Harry was so sensitive about his
quirk though. First impressions really stuck with Harrison, Toshinori had
learned. The hurt look on Harrison's face spoke volumes. The blond hero's chest
tightened at the realization that it was unlikely that
Harry would feel comfortable enough to be friends with the other boy now. The
worst part was that Toshinori knew Midoriya well enough that he was absolutely
certain that he hadn't meant to upset or hurt Harrison's feelings in the
slightest, he wasn't that sort of boy.
"Hey, settle down, Harr, he didn't mean it that way, he didn't know." The man
cooed. Gently running fingers through Harrison's hair just like he liked it
when he was upset. Soothing him like one would a small child.
"I-I didn't! I'm so sorry! I had no idea that you had such a difficult quirk. I
didn't mean to hurt your feelings!" The emerald green haired boy insisted,
looking tearful himself.
"It's okay." Harry croaked, definitely sounding anything but.
After Recovery Girl kissed Midoriya on the forehead and healed his finger she
shuffled over to Harry who had sufficiently calmed down. "I'm going to look at
that nasty wound now and take your blood sugar levels." The elderly woman said,
shuffling around the bed an odd little bag hanging from her wrist.
Recovery Girl pricked the finger she instructed Harrison to hold out and tested
it, getting a nearly normal reading. "Now I am going to inject your wounds with
Novocain so it will be numb for a few hours I have some cream I want to you rub
in it tonight once the Novocain starts losing its effectiveness. It should help
numb it a bit and help it heal." She explained, slowly pulling up the scrub
like shirt Harrison was wearing, revealing the full extent of the large bandage
on his side.
"It's a very bad burn so it is going to hurt and likely take at least a week or
so to heal as I can't use my quirk on you much sweetheart. Your blood levels
aren't great when it comes to several things and you seem to have a history of
that. It would risk causing you to have loads of things including, a heart
attack, shock, or a low blood sugar induced coma." She explained in a clinical
serious tone of voice, turning to his father with a critical look in her eyes
as she slowly pealed away the gooey bandage, ignoring Harry's pained hiss.
"I'm recommending that Harrison be put on supplements. Particularly for
Potassium and Iron. Also that he is to carry glucose tablets with him at all
times. It would be best if Mr. Aizawa is to be told to not use his quirk on
Harrison as it seems, like Dr. Sou describes from personal observations, that
Quirk Erasing Quirks are useless and actually have detrimental effects causes
Harrison's quirk to eat up his body's stored sugars... That and causes his
quirk to become extremely dangerous and volatile... Though I swear he was
already notified. I sent news letters to everyone regarding different health
issues and certain quirks." The tiny, elderly woman explained.
"I didn't get anything. Email or hard copy?" All Might asked, tone serious.
"Hard copy. They had to remake my account. A certain student thought it would
be a good idea to plug himself into the system after browsing some
inappropriate sites. He of course had a virus, it thankfully wasn't anything
too serious. Foolish boy could have ended up in the hospital!" The elderly
woman grumbled.
All Might made a face at that. He never thought that talking about stuff like
that would bother him too bad but, teenage cyber gastro what ever porno sex,
eew! He would definitely be avoiding Gregert now, more than ever. He really
wished that the grand motherly woman hadn't said a word. It was already bad
enough some of the stuff that he had read about the boy let alone him getting
the equivalent of an STD from creepy cyber stuff. He was the only one in the
school that fit such a scenario with a quirk like that. Yuck. He hoped his
Harrison didn't understand what she was getting at he was pretty sure by the
uncomfortable flush and slight greenness to his cheeks that Midoriya likely did
or at least had a decent guess at it.
After the numbing agent took effect, the sight of Harrison's gruesome wound
nearly making Midoriya throw up and the needle causing Toshinori to panic a bit
sweat flying off of him in rivers, wide eyed, Harrison was released to go home
for the night. He was told to come back in the morning for further treatment
and to plan on going back to class.
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Harrison lightly held his side, hissing at the burning in it. The only thing
that made the misery better was that the sharp stings were at least keeping him
from slumping over and falling asleep from Recovery Girl's quick healing quirk.
The supplement pills rested heavily in his stomach and made him feel nauseous.
It was probably a good thing his dad had forced him to eat something, he was
sure he would be throwing up in Recovery Girl's office or at least curled up
trying to sleep off the nausea if he hadn't.
Harry adjusted the strap of his book bag, careful not to knock it against his
injured side. Each step seemed to aggravate his tender side. He was happy to at
least know that he hadn't been kicked out of school. Supposedly he had ended up
being placed in the lower teens so... that was good. He had been more than a
little surprised by that, though, a good surprised.
Harry still couldn't believe that his very own doctor had been the one that had
recommended him for the program and had actually insisted upon it. Stating that
the school's hero program would be far more useful to him than any other as it
would help him learn how to not be as fearful of his quirk. Also that it would
hopefully train his body out of using fearful emotions to react and instead
respond how it should have been in the first place if he had learned how to use
it from a young age and had been in an environment more encouraging and stable
for him. Harry highly doubted such things. First off his quirk was scary!
Secondly his parents had been fantastic. Sirius my have not been the most
competent when it came to actual parenting, or cleaning, or just really
anything to do with everyday stuff, probably not even nearly the most... stable
parent out there but he was an amazing mum! It was definitely issues with the
quirk not his parents!
"Hey, Harrison! How are you feeling? My finger's completely healed now, what
about you?" Midoriya excitedly asked, nearly dragging him into the classroom.
Harry turned red as everyone's eyes were all on him, staring in a way that made
him want to curl up in a little ball and hide from their inquisitive eyes.
Several looked upsettingly nervous.
"I-I'm doing alright, it's not healed yet, like Recovery Girl said it will
probably take at least a we-week. It hurts pretty bad still but it's more
manageable. Especially after she healed me a little more with her quirk." Harry
explained, rubbing the back of his neck. He lightly tugged at the strap of his
bag in an attempt to distract himself.
"Oh yeah, she said she couldn't use her quirk on you too much, right?" The
green haired boy commented.
Harry nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable. Really not wanting to answer any
questions which he was sure would come. He cringed as one of the girl's visibly
backed away from him, clearly alarmed. All because of his quirk. He was
frankly, surprised that Midoriya even spoke to him being his father's protégée
or not. The other's were clearly afraid of him, probably thought he had
purposely tried hurting them or something when he still nearly 20 hours after,
had very few clear memories of what happened once the panic set in.
Even as the green haired boy eagerly beckoned him to follow him. Harry decided
it was probably best to go sit down and to make himself as unnoticeable as
possible and to try and not make himself stick out even more than he already
had. Probably avoid crying like he wanted to do to, crying would probably be
pretty noticeable. Harry was quick to walk away from the crowded back of the
room and found his way to the very front, sitting in the corner opposite of
where the boy, Katsuki had him sit before. Pulling out everything necessary for
note taking like the day before. He sat, trying his best not to stiffen too
much but it wasn't going too well. Harry's side burned as his muscles tensed
more and more as he waited for class to start, hoping no one would approach
him. The whispers around the classroom about him were the worst. The other
students shouldn't just have assumed because he had an odd storm ability like
Quirk that it was the only thing that he was able to do. His heightened senses
had stuck with him, the ones he had inherited from his parents from his
original world. He didn't just have an enhanced sense of smell, he had an
excellent sense of hearing as well. Though at that moment he really wished he
didn't.
End Chapter 2
Chapter End Notes
     So I hope everyone liked the chapter! Any guesses on who I am going
     to make Harry's best bud? I bet it isn't who everyone things! Harry
     starts making friends in the next chapter! Super excited for him. I
     also have an idea for a 'villain' in later chapters that I can't wait
     to show off!
     Sorry it has take so long. I have been desperately trying to find a
     job as I only have a little over 2 months before college starts and I
     have to buy food and everyday stuff for school which is not going
     well at all. I have been looking for months and my area is super
     depressed so no jobs. I have been too stressed out to really focus
     much on anything but the job hunt since I am sadly poor and haven't
     had any luck in finding a pot of gold or anything! I will try to stay
     more focused on my fics in the future but no promises, as I am pretty
     much a wreck right now.
     On to happier things!
     So I finally got on instagram and am showing off pics of my drawings
     on there along with my pics of my fanfics as I progress. Also I am
     doing an art contest right now on deviantart for the manga that I am
     now drawing a rough draft for there are actual prizes including DA
     points and free commissions! As soon as I get done with the first
     couple of pages digitally I plan to start posting MY MANGA on there!
     You can find me under the name Yuvush which is the name of an OC of
     mine from when I was a kid. You can also find me on facebook under my
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     Please review! It is really helpful for me and I often get amazing
     ideas for later chapters from review suggestions it helps me improve!
     Next Chapter Hint: Friendly talks about angry old ladies and Paranoid
     parents
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Longest chapter ever written by far. This ended up being 20,092 words
     without author’s notes. I decided to split it in half so everyone
     would have something to read if I get busy again and can’t finish up
     the next chapter for ‘Not the Place I was Hoping for’ within the next
     few days. This is the second part. Which I actually added quite a bit
     on. It is now about 10,000 words on its own.
     I have a couple of neat characters I am going to add soon, one who
     may become a major major villain in the story. Poor guy the way it
     happens...... I also really like an OC that was private messaged to
     me! So if allowed I really would like to add him to!
     Sorry it is taking so long, I was going to update this a week ago but
     I can't get it to upload to Fanfiction right now at all!!!! I have
     tried everything!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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Most of the following few days went not exactly bad, but uncomfortably.
Students acted either nervous around Harry or were all over him insisting that
he should have told them about his quirk. Katsuki had been clearly angry most
of the time. Harry wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t had the chance to
talk to him or the more likely he now hated Harry and like the other’s didn’t
want anything to do with him. He seemed to get even more furious every time the
boy, Midoriya, tried approaching Harry with a look of pure frustration on his
face. Was he angry to? Harry wasn’t sure but he really didn’t want to deal with
anyone mad at him for things he couldn’t even remember doing clearly, so he
avoided him like the plague as well. The staring of a growling Katsuki and the
odd two toned boy was anxiety inducing enough as it was.
 
Harry could already tell that it wouldn’t be hard for him to keep up in most of
the general education classes he had throughout the 4 days he had been going to
classes. Enjoying English most. Present Mic. certainly wasn’t all sunshine and
sweet talk like most would think but Harry definitely liked him. In the general
classes Harrison was in his element and found the pre-tests given to be pretty
easy and enjoyable. Though he had been a Ravenclaw, one that had adored
schoolwork. The best part was that he hadn’t been allowed into the hero classes
yet. Well that day he had been cleared to go to hero classes, much to his
disappointment, but it was nice while it lasted. The worst part was that it was
real hero classes, the actual hero classes, unlike with home room. Where he had
actually taken to avoiding Aizawa like a leper, when he could.
 
The man had asked Harrison to stay after class each day so he could talk to him
about getting help for his quirk ‘issues’. Telling him that he was very
concerned about it. It was the first time in Harry’s life that he had
repeatedly disobeyed a competent adult that genuinely seemed care about if he
was okay or not. It was way too uncomfortable, him having instability issuesor
something? Harry may have been part Black and be from the main lines and also
have some anxiety issues and stuff but it was his quirk, not him, there was
problems with. He had a right to be afraid of it!
 
“Damn it! Wait up, don’t make me chase you down damn it!” A voice snarled like
a beast.
 
Harry turned at the sound of fearful yelps and crashing noises. Students where
literally diving out of the way of Katsuki, looks of terror on their faces as
smoke blanketed him in his rage. Slouched over he stomped through the hallway,
a look of pure determination on his furiously twisting face.
 
“Harrison! You don’t take another step!” Katsuki barked irritably. Eyes
blazing.
 
“K-K-Kaachan! You-you should leave Harrichan alone! Harrichan didn’t mean to
make you mad or anything!” Midoriya called from the end of the hallway, he
looked to also be on his way to try and make nice with Harrison. Still feeling
guilty about hurting the feelings of the person All Might, His idle, had spoken
so highly of to him. His eyes were wide and terrified, like he was afraid for
Harry’s life.
 
“Stay out of this you pathetic Deku nerd!” Bakugou hissed, murderous rage in
his eyes as he craned his neck to eye the other boy. Making the nervous green
haired boy recoil, trembling head to toe. The boy looked on at Bakugou in
horror as he towered over the petite ‘girl’.
 
Midoriya was convinced that Bakugou would burn Harrison as he firmly grasped
delicate shoulders. Smiling deceptively pleasantly, his eyes on Midoriya a
gloating gleam to them. Bakugou had seen that nerd try to talk to Harrison,
‘make friends’ that loser wouldn’t get the chance to talk to ‘her’ ever again!
Harrison would like him.. And-and would want to be hisgirlfriend!
 
Bakugou would kill that Deku if he ever even thought of the possibility of
Harrison ever being his girlfriend! He couldn’t even imagine the two together
and not just because it enraged him too much to do so. Harrison was so-so he
hated using the word but, adorable was the best description. From the way she
clammed up from that ridiculous shyness to the way she wrote notes in a
ridiculously cute intense excitable way to the enthusiastic way she spoke about
things that she knew a lot about or liked. She was beautiful and smart and
powerful. And that smile, Harrison could probably get him to do anything she
wanted him to do and he would do it if she gave him that look. She- Bakugou
wanted to protect her fragile heart and delicate body and keep her all to
himself, safe and hidden far far away from everyone where no one could hurt her
or take her away from him, ever. Like a sweet littlesong bird.
 
Bakugou nearly choked at the odd flutter in his chest as he realized he was
actually touching Harrison. He could feel delicately boned shoulder blades
under the fabric of ‘her’ uniform. Small and petite, without realizing it
before, his hands easily gripped them back to front. They felt unbelievably
breakable. She was so small. Surely not built for fighting at least not
physically. Bakugou forced himself back on task, eye twitching with effort.
 
“Are you alright?” He managed to get out through sharp gritted teeth. “I’ve
been trying to talk to you all day but those asshole extras kept getting in my
way! I saw you holding your side earlier....” Bakugou grumbled, yanking at his
collar with flushed cheeks. “D-does it hurt?” The boy asked, his stare intense
but tone a tad less aggressive. Something in him just seemed to melt around
Harrison. Not quite a week and Bakugou was absolutely positive that he was
smitten and he was surprisingly okay with it. When he saw Harrison in class
after being burned by ‘her’ own damn phone Bakugou nearly felt like crying of
all things, in relief. His chest felt strange and almost floaty and that
strange contentedness from the day before filled him up, making him feel
cottony and ridiculously giddy. Then the rejects, the extras seemed to make it
their mission to separatethem, filing him with such rage he wasn’t sure how he
had been able to control himself.
 
The thought of Harrison’s father insisting that he wasn’t good enoughfor his
kid repeatedly played through his mind, he was sure that the sickly bastard
would use anything he could as an excuse to prevent Bakugou from being around
his ‘daughter’. Grateful to the man, Harrison would likely listen to anything
that the useless prick said to ‘her’. Even now the thought filled the blond
with fury.
 
Harry couldn’t help but blush, “A bit, yeah. As long as I don’t move too much
it’s pretty manageable...” Harry explained, fidgeting. Why did this boy even
care? They had only known each other for a couple days and he had only had the
chance to spend part of a day with him on the first day of school. They had
agreed to be friends but in Harry’s experience... which was admittedly little,
most people didn’t really care what happened to someone as long as they were
alive until they at least knew you for a month or so and it normally took a lot
longer for someone to get that worked up over you. Maybe he just left a really
strong impression? He couldn’t figure out how though.
 
Bakugou twitched, at the startled disbelieving sound Deku made. Muttering in
confusion and fear. He growled as other students began to whisper about the
two, making Harrison shrink away and big beautiful luminescent green eyes dart
around nervously, confused.
 
“You’re having lunch with me!” Bakugou announced as the vultures got closer,
trying to pick up snippets of their conversation no doubt. Useless gossip
mongers. He Snatched Harrison by the wrist.
 
“W-what? But my dad... he insisted that I sit with him today. He said he got me
another burger from Almighty Joe’s.” Harry explained, nervously fiddling with
his hair with his free hand.
 
Bakugou had to force himself from exploding after hearing that, slowly turn his
head and trying to force a sweet smile onto his face. Not wanting Harrison to
flee. “Oh, when did-did that happen?” He said, nearly choking on the words in
his rage. He carefully drug Harrison through the cafeteria to a table, his
table.
 
Harrison tentatively sat down confused and not sure what he was supposed to do.
He didn’t want to seem rude and he really did like Katsuki, though not his
aggression towards everyone. He didn’t want to upset him so he decided his dad
could wait for a few minutes. Katsuki didn’t seem to interact with the other
students much outside of disputes, he was surely lonely. “He got it for me when
I collapsed Monday from.... my accident.” Harry carefully explained. “Their
burgers are my favorite! The shake was amazing to!” He gushed, smiling as the
memories of delicious food flooded back into his mind, nearly making him
salivate.
 
Bakugou tensed, eyes nearly bulging out of his head with the effort not to flip
out and shook with it as he tried not to explode with anger. Something in him
felt, hollow... almost broken. Helied. That prick, oh he was going to pay! He
would show that old man who wasn’t worthy, that man was weak, useless! Not like
him! He-he was amazing, unstoppable! Bakugou was far more worthy to protect
Harrison than that-that damn skinny ass bug! He would squash him, crush him to
dust! Even with that geezer against him he-he would make Harrison his
girlfriend! It made him even more determined to do so. That was it, that was
what he would do! Bakugou would invite Harrison to go out to eat with him! “Hey
I-would you-“ He couldn’t believe it. It was like the words were stuck in his
throat or something! He steeled up his nerves again. Opening his mouth-
 
“Kaachan! You can’t just be dragging people around, holding them hostage or
what ever this is!” Midoriya squeaked. Feeling increasingly worried for
Harrison. He Jogging over to the table, a girl with rosy cheeks and the serious
worried looking engine quirk user, Ida, following him.
 
The three fearfully backed away as Bakugou gave them a murderous sneer, the
vessels in his eyes popped from the strain of controlling himself gave him a
terrifying half insane, unstable edge. “Stay out of my business Deku or I’ll
make you regret it!” Bakugou warned.
 
“Woah, man, what’s going on here? I go to get in line a little early so I can
get an extra pudding pack and I hear something about kidnapping? Not cool man!”
A red head said, eyes wide and an expression of bewilderment on his face.
 
“There is no damn kidnapping! Harrison’s having lunch with me!” Bakugou hissed,
beginning to smoke even as he did the best to control his temper.
 
“Ah, cool! So manly! Taking care of a damsel!” The wild haired boy said. Nearly
tearing up at the thought of such manly thoughtfulness.
 
“I feel as if you forced young Miss Lup-Lupon-Bake into interacting with you
through manipulation and physical force. How does that not match up with ‘kid-“
Bakugou interrupted Iida.
 
“It’s Lupin-Black you moron. Before you go on some dumb ass rant it would be a
good idea to know the person’s name! Right Harrison?” Bakugou scuffed, unsure
if he was amused or disgusted as his most familiar emotions were nearly always
present. His anger and irritation.
 
Harry shrunk in his seat trying to become as unnoticeable as possible. “Uh,
yeah... yes, it’s Lu-Lupin-Black.” Harry stuttered hardly over a whisper.
 
Iida went red faced, “I am sorry but it is an odd name. I meant no offense
Miss! I just...”
 
“You just wanted to stir up shit and get into other peoples business.” Bakugou
growled, his tone contrasting the shit eating grin on his face.
 
Iida straightened, chin in the air and nostrils flaring. “I did not! You see
here-“
 
“Guys, guys, calm down! Arguing in front of girls... This isn’t manly at all!”
The red head insisted. The rosy cheeked girl fidgeted uncomfortably at a
flailing Midoriya’s side while Harry was wide eyed and frozen, looking panicky.
 
Midoriya rounded on the red haired boy, speaking firmly but not unkindly. “I
can’t leave her with him, Kirishima. Recovery girl said to her dad that
Harrison is ill and that he should try to keep her in the least stressful
situations possible!” He explained. Midoriya had to make it up to Harrison he
just had to! He didn’t meant to hurt Harrison’s feelings. He needed to prove to
Harrison that he could be trusted and what he said wasn’t him trying to be
cruel!
 
“No offense, but high school is a giant on going stressful situation that
pretty much doesn’t end until you’re out of it. And really isn’t, you, trying
to control her way more stressful than if she did what she wanted to and no one
argued? Being controlling isn’t cool or manly.” Kirishima pointed out.
 
“Harrison is really sick though!” The rosy cheeked girl insisted, she was the
anti-gravity user named Ochako Uraraka.
 
Harrison began to turn gray as the group stared at him, it wasn’t just them now
it was all the tables around them to, he-he felt sick. Like he would either
throw up or pass out at any moment. Maybe both. The crawling filled his skin,
his arms and legs. His quirk itching to lash out at them. To make them just-
just stop! Questions bombarded him, overwhelming him, suffocating him. He-he
needed to make them stop, leave him alone.
 
“Calm down. Come with me.” A familiar crow headed boy said to Harry in a calm
baritone. It went completely unnoticed by the other students as they continued
to argue, becoming louder and louder. He held out his hand. Harry didn’t
hesitate to grab it, he needed to get out of there. He could feel it, his quirk
clawing under his skin, eager to lash out. The boy polled him away from the
group getting him out of the room as quickly as possible. Leading Harry to a
secluded little alcove near a door.
 
“It is okay now, it is quiet here. No one will bother us.” The teen said,
looking at Harry with worry on his face, eyes narrowed in on Harrison’s
clenched jaw and trembling limbs along with the green sparks that had begun to
ark across his hands. He remembered seeing what happened when Harrison had
panicked only a few days before. Those inconsiderate fools, they had no clue
what banquet of chaos and maybe even possibly death he had prevented from
happening.
 
Harry grabbed at his throat gasping for air, he couldn’t breath!
 
“Stop breathing like that, you are making it worse! I think you are having a
panic attack, like on Monday. The issue you have with your quirk is your fear.
You need to stay calm to keep it calm. Now, slowly breath in deeply through
you’re nose and let it out through your mouth. Alright?” The other, larger
though still relatively short boy said.
 
“I-I c-c-can’t It’s-It’s-“ Harry could hardly speak his lung felt like they
were too small, he was breathing through a straw. Eyes darting around. The bird
headed boy in front of him was twisting, distorting the expression on his face
becoming cold and mocking, sinister. He could feel it clawing at his skin, his
quirk trying to defend him. But it would hurt people, it would kill someone. It
was horrible. Fear zinged through him at the thought. He couldn’t, he couldn’t!
No, no, no, he was going to hurt someone! He couldn’t control it!
 
Harrison’s eyes landed on a shadowy recessed part of the little nook. It was
small and dark and inviting, reminding him of the little nooks he use to curl
up in as a small child when he had become too overwhelmed, usually when he had
been around lots of people too long or was left in a large open room alone.
Harry ignored the other boy and stumbled almost drunkenly to the little cranny
sliding to sit under the small table built into it. He pulled his legs to his
chest and curled into the corner of it, ignoring the painful pieces of
decorative wood that dug into his spine. Slowly relief began to tug at him.
 
“Does that feel better?” The crow headed teenager asked. Carefully dropping to
kneel in front Harrison. He cocked his head in interest as Harrison’s pupils
turned to pinpricks, terrified and hazy. Shaking as he got closer. He quirked
an eye as Harry suddenly covered both eyes with his hands, keeping his fingers
together as tightly as he possibly could. His eyes narrowed as Harrison seemed
to deflate, going almost limp after a few silent minutes. Breaths not quite as
frantic and short. Making almost relieved noises.
 
After a few moments Harry managed to get his voice box to work again, though
still covered his eyes. “Thank-thank you. I’m sorry for being so bothersome. I-
I just couldn’t... I couldn’t-“
 
“The fighting upset you. I’m assuming that you’re quirk then began to try and
lash out as it seems to be defensive when you are stressed out and that
frightened you as it can be dangerous when it gets out of control. It started a
cycle of sorts as your fear triggers it even worse but you fear your quirk so
in turn it caused it to become even more prominent and more likely to be
explosively aggressive if released.... There is no need to apologize to me. Not
being taught to control it properly, it is quite the burden upon you.” The boy
said, his deep serious voice tinted with empathy. What a terrible quirk to have
for someone so nervous and sensitive? For a person like Harrison it must have
practically been a curse.
 
He had over heard what the adults had been talking about the first day, in the
teacher’s lounge. Recovery Girl, Harrison’s father, and the principal. It
hadn’t been on purpose... at first at least. He had simply been walking by,
coincidentally on his way to ask if Harrison was alright. The moment Harrison’s
quirk lashed out he knew it was likely because Harrison’s body had learned to
respond that way from fear ‘she’ showed all of the signs for being quirk
damaged. It wasn’t a purposeful thing but normally something that was caused in
powerful defensive or almost sentient quirks like that by being neglected,
improperly socialized/introduced to the world as a whole, or abused as a child,
shadow quirk using children had a very high rate of getting that way when in an
unstable environment. It was a dangerous quirk to manage even when raised in
the perfect environment with supportive family and excellent parents. One had
to be very emotionally stable to control a quirk as powerful as his and likely
Harrison’s.
 
After hearing what the three had to say in the teacher’s lounge the bird headed
teen was certain that his observations had been right. Harrison had in the very
least been in a neglectful or highly unstable environment unsuited to such a
delicate temperament. Even just observing for a few days, he could tell a
environment without consistency or structure was very difficult for Harrison to
handle. Harrison needed it to function properly or panicked and floundered. The
crow headed teenager had wondered more than once if along with likely having
some sort of anxiety issues that Harrison my have a mild case of OCD or at
least was a bit obsessive when it came to routine.
 
He still couldn’t believe that someone could actually be prescribed a rigorous
stressful class like that. When Harrison was so sickly. He had seen the hand
full of pills being taken.... and how did one expect someone with Harrison’s
quirk issues to be able to learn how to use their quirk properly when such a
program wasn’t designed to retrain the subconscious and thus mechanism
controlling the quirk, how to respond properly to both negative and positive
stimuli? It would likely just exasperate the underlining mental or emotional
issues that Harrison had being so emotionally and likely psychologically frail!
Harrison didn’t even have any friends for support and the people that had
glommed on weren’t the most stable individuals themselves.....
 
Fumikage needed to talk to a teacher about this before it got out of control.
He had kept it to himself the last few days, his concerns, but Harrison’s
anxieties were obviously getting worse, it wasn’t right to force someone
through that. He would tell whom ever teacher was in their next class, He
decided. Hoping that All Might would be teaching alone that day as he seemed
more caring and empathetic.
 
“Are you feeling up to getting something to eat?” Fumikage asked, tone calm,
almost gentle.
 
Harry slowly nodded, feeling drained. Though calmer than he had been in a
while. The dark felt nice. It reminded him of the Black family home. Even with
as possessive as it was and reluctant as it was to let him leave Harrison had
felt an odd comfort there, a safeness. This boy had the same feeling.
 
Harry crawled out on all fours his movement smooth and easy, not the normally
knee scuffing baby crawl most people would do. He rouse up right without much
effort and dusted off his pants. He wiped at his face as he realized he must
have been crying, it was wet and itchy. How embarrassing! Harrison must have
looked like a total mess. Hair half out of his bun in crazed looking wisps. At
least this boy seemed really nice.
 
“Would you like to sit out here or go back in? I can sit with you if you like.”
The bird headed boy said, giving Harry an awkward smile.
 
Harry smiled back tentatively, reaching up to pull his hair-tie out. He shook
out his hair, hair tie in his mouth. As he went to gather it all back up. Both
boy’s turned as they heard a chocking sound. Toshinori stood coughing up blood,
the stress too much for him to bare.
 
“What are you doing? Are you trying to attract some creepy stalker or
something? Back up in the bun it goes! I don’t care if it looks old ladyish!”
The gaunt man gurgled. The thought of his baby boy having some creep knocking
him up or stalking him terrifying the man.
 
“Are you alright sir?” Fumikage asked, horrified by the gush of blood from the
obviously ill man’s mouth.
“Huh, yeah, I’m fine, happens all the time.” Toshinori said, waving the boy
off. Too focused on Harrison to hardly even notice him.
 
Harry polled the hair tie from his mouth and put it over his wrist, shaking out
his hair completely.
 
“Gah, stop that! You’ll attract them!” Toshinori hissed, eyes darting back and
forth nervously like he expected boys to suddenly jump out from all directions
and pounce on Harrison to ravage him.
 
“It pulls though! I don’t like it in the bun, it gives me a head ache!” Harry
insisted, ignoring the odd behavior. It was pretty standard after all and he
had been living with it for a few years by now.
 
The man muttered something that sounded suspiciously like ‘It will be even more
than a head ache if you end up pregnant’ but froze and laughed, sweat dripping
from his brow when Harry made a horrified squeaking noise. Forgetting that
Harrison had to of course have enhanced hearing.
 
“I am sorry but may I please ask who you are sir?” Fumikage finally asked,
giving Harrison a curious look, his tone polite but firm. He was sure this was
the voice he had heard in the teacher’s lounge a few days prior, Harrison’s
father, but this man didn’t look anything like he had expected. The man’s voice
was more suited to someone like All Might then this sickly skin and bones thing
towering over them with dark sunken eyes.
 
“Huh? Oh, my name is Toshinori Yagi.” The man said looking down at the boy he
finally noticed with narrowed eyes, looking the boy up and down he decided that
the two together must have been a coincidence. Yes, just a coincidence. His
face softened a bit. “I’m Harrison’s father.” Toshinori said, proud sounding.
How could he not be proud? His Harrison was a wonderful kind boy and was the
only thing that got him up some mornings. He knew it was wrong to be happy
about a child losing the ability to ever see their friends or family ever again
but he truly couldn’t be happier about it. He couldn’t imagine Harrison never
being in his life. Getting to be a parent to him, it was the best thing that
had ever happened to him. Toshinori believed that whole heartedly!
 
“I see, my name is Fumikage Tokoyami sir.” The bird haired boy said bowing his
head politely.
 
“You’re the one I... Heard about with the Shadow quirk, what an amazing
ability! You will surely do great things one day young man!” Toshinori praised
wiping at the blood dripping down his chin with a handkerchief in one hand and
giving the boy a thumbs up with the other and a winning smile.
 
Fumikage looked taken aback. “Th-thank you sir. I try my best.” Fumikage said,
trying not to rudely stare at the bright red that had begun to stain the crisp
white cloth. He turned to Harrison, “I should leave, we only have half an hour
or so before lunch ends.” He said, Harrison’s father obviously was wanting to
have lunch with ‘her’. He seemed kind. Having such a ill parent... Fumikage
couldn’t imagine how stressful it was for the ‘girl’. Harrison surely wanted to
spend as much time as possible with him.
 
“Oh, okay.” Harry said, distractedly as he began fussing over the sickly man he
ignored the pain in his side as he swung his bag off his back and held it in
front of himself. He began digging around for the box of tissues he carried
with him on habit, just in case his father had one of his ‘excitable’ attacks.
Harry polled out a handful and instructed the man to sit, ignoring the
protests. “I said, sit now.” Harry said in an oddly intimidating voice.
Shutting down the huge man that instant.
 
Toshinori, number one hero, literally eeped sweat dripping. He made a don’t
shot gesture with his hands and smiled half heartedly when Harry gave him what
he had mentally dubbed his, ‘I will mother you and you will put up with it
gladly and like it or I will make you’, look. Toshinori sat down on a bench
conveniently situated close by. Trying his best not to look anything but happy
as Harrison began to tenderly wipe away all traces of blood he could find.
Feeling nothing but exasperated and miserable as his own child obsessed over
him like a toddler with an almost crazed intensity. Toshinori tried his best
not to look at Harrison. Unwilling to see that teary eyed expression he knew
would be on his sweet boy’s face.
 
Toshinori sighed to himself, trying vehemently to force away a traitorous
thought that managed to worm its way into his head. One that seemed to always
come up when Harry got into his smothering shudder*, motherly mode.
 
Harrison would probably be the best parent any kid could ever ask for though he
could definitely see Harrison being smotheringly attentive and affectionate
even up until a kid was a teenager possible beyond. Ugh, no he didn’t want to
think about his son being a... what, mom? Parent in general. Nope, nope never
everwas going to happen.
 
The man sat silently waiting for Harrison to finish because he was surprisingly
scary when he was in mothering mode and Toshinori didn’t cooperate with him. It
was better to go along with it than to argue. Even if he recovered quickly, it
panicked the boy every time no matter how many times he saw it happen nor how
many times he showed that he would be fine. Damn it he was the parent, he was
the one that was supposed to be worried, not his boy! Not–not his sickly,
injured, likely quirk damaged, boy.
 
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine. I just got a little worked up.” Toshinori finally
said rubbing the back of his neck. He stood up and ruffled Harrison’s hair.
“Come on, we only have a few minutes left to eat. You can’t go without eating.
I don’t want you getting sick, besides, I got your favorite for dessert! Those
strawberry tarts you like from that European style bakery so much... Though I
still don’t get what’s wrong with a good old American styled new York
cheesecake if you’re going to go all fancy that or southern style apple pie!”
The man guffed good naturedly, his love for American style just about
everything shining through even in his food choices. He grinned as Harrison’s
stressed posture changed almost instantly, back to his happy self at
Toshinori’s reassuring behavior and the thought of having his favorite
desserts.
 
Harry loved how much his adoptive father always put his all into things for
him, constant thoughtful when it came to what he wanted.... except when it came
to the hero program business but it at least it hadn’t been him that put in the
recommendation. All Might always knew just how to make Harry feel better, even
if he still worried.
 
000000000000000000000000
 
Harry had wolfed his food down as quickly as he could. He nearly choked on his
much more manageable sized burger as he tried to finish it off so he could have
his tart before the class bell wrung. He wasn’t one that normally could eat
much so only managed about a quarter before becoming full enough that he feared
the inability to eat his delicious somehow still mildly warm tart. After giving
the man a puppy eyed pleading look, something he remembered... relatively
decently from lessons his eccentric mother gave him, Toshinori caved allowing
Harrison to put the sandwich in the staff refrigerator with the rest of the
food.
 
Harry was very conscious of the time. It would look bad if he got there after
All Might and odd if he arrived with him. If people knew that All Might had a
child, even if adopted, likely wouldn’t be a good thing. So many people were
after his father if the knowledge got out there it could end up in a full out
man hunt by criminals. Neither wanted to take the chance of there being a spy
or something in the school even then, teenagers talked and they talked a lot.
Things slipped and they normally slipped in the most inconvenient places. The
most dangerous places.
 
Harry grabbed his strawberry laden tart just as the bell wrung, tossing his
pills into his mouth before gulping down his luke warm tea. Wishing he had some
honey to put in it. Harry grabbed the second cup that his father had made for
himself before deciding it was too cold and made himself a new one, then
stuffed the pastry into his mouth. Half of it hanging out as he put his
backpack on strap by strap. Thanking Toshinori, Harry left. He was sure to rush
from the room, wanting to be one of the first to make it to the classroom so he
could pick his own spot and get set up.
 
00000000000000000000000000000000
 
Harry grimaced as he finally got to the classroom. Noticing that most of the
Hero course students were already there. How was that? It was completely on the
other side of the main school building. He had to maneuver around the cafeteria
then run down a couple of hallways and up a set of stairs to get there as early
as he did. Oh well, most students seemed to be more interested in siting on one
side of the room than the other so there looked to be a few spots left.
 
Harry sipped at the last of his cold lavender tea, deciding he really preferred
his fruity and sugared up black teas much better. Harry’s eyes darting this way
and that way to try and figure out where to sit. He didn’t really know any of
the girls and the only female friend he had ever managed was Hermione. He
didn’t think any of these girls were like her. Harry’s belly filled with
spidery skittering feeling nerves at the thought of them possibly being more
like Delphi or even worse, Pansy. Harry had always had male friends as a
majority of the pureblood girls that interacted with his family had a tendency
to be exclusive and cruel to him from toddlerhood onward no matter how hard he
tried making friends. No.. He would just have to sit with someone familiar
well-ish....
 
“Where did you go? I was practically looking all over the damn planet for you
during lunch! I thought some ass wipe got to you or something, warn me next
time got it?!” The becoming increasingly familiar, voice of Katsuki Bakugou
ranted from behind Harry, making him jump and hold his chest. His heart
fluttering a mile a second.
 
Harry turned around and gave the boy a tired smile, trying not to cringe at the
pain in his side, worse from the tensing at Bakugou startling him. “Sorry, you
were.. Arguing and I just really had to go. I promised my dad that I would eat
with him and I didn’t want to upset him.” Harry explained, his voice quiet and
his expression meek, appeasing.
 
The explosion quirk boy stared at Harrison hard for a few moments before oddly
enough, relenting. “Fine, I get it. Just tell me next time alright?” The blond
said. An odd look in his eyes, like he wasn’t quite believing that Harry was
speaking the whole story, like he knew something.
 
Harry shook that thought off. Eagerly accepting the sweet smelling juice bottle
offered to him and took an eager gulp, compulsively taking another after the
first.
 
A look crossed Bakugou’s face like something had been confirmed. He gritted his
teeth and clenched his fist. So he was right..... Damn.
 
Not really knowing who to sit by Harry followed the boy over to what apparently
was his seat. The one beside Katsuki was empty. No one even seemed interested
in occupying it, so Harrison decided that it must be his and sat the mug he was
holding on the edge of it, slowly sliding into the seat as not to aggravate his
lightly throbbing side.
 
“Hello my heroic students! Are you ready for anotherfantastic day?” The
boisterous heroic sounding voice of All Might filled the room, he darted in,
cape bellowing behind him dramatically.
 
All Might zipped to his podium and began one of his signature poses, hands on
his hips and his head tilted up proudly giving the class a gleaming smile. He
tried not to radiate the delight he felt as all attention was on him the moment
that he entered the room. Student scrambled to their seats, whispering about
how cool his costume was.
 
“Since young Harrison has been cleared to come to our class now, we-“ The man
paused for a moment as his eyes caught where his Harrison was sitting. The only
place he didn’t want him to be. Next to that Bakugou boy. The very same one
that had tried to get him to help woo his baby boy with good food and had
practically been all over him since the very moment Harrison had entered UA.
Was-was that boy trying to pass his boy a note?! Nope-nope, this wasn’t going
to fly.
 
Toshinori would not have snarling creepy grand babies! He wouldn't encourage
such a thing upon his sweet, beautiful, happy and not creepy son either! Nope,
it wasn't going to be happening. At that moment the famed hero decided that
such a thing was banned. It would never be allowed in his existence, ever. He
needed to nip this in the bud, he decided. This was for everyone's own good!
The world, not just himself and Harry, as surely it wouldn't just be Toshinori
suffering once what ever hellish spawn from such a..... together..ness, yuck,
would bring was old enough to begin going to school!
 
That personality mixed with Harrison's, yeah there was no way that Harrison's
would win. Toshinori was convinced it was some rare once in a millennia, pray
to every god in existence and do some sort of ritual to even, up the chances,
sort of recessive thing as Harrison had to be, like, the easiest teen to get
along with ever. He never got in trouble and actually sat around reading most
of the time or was cleaning all on his own without prompting... probably
excessively... no... most definitely excessively. That or the two were hanging
out doing ‘dorky' ‘uncool' things together like having movie nights, playing
children's board games, or going to restaurants and trying to figure out what
place had the best of ‘this' or ‘that' around the area. Harrison actually
thought that spending time with dad was COOL! Toshinori couldn't remember ever
having an actual argument with Harrison EVER! The closet thing that had come to
one was tepid discussions about how Harry needed to learn how to use his quirk
better for his own safety. Toshinori was convinced that Harry would feel a lot
more confident if he started getting some control of it and would likely gain
more control through the building of his confidence.
 
“Uh, sir, are you okay?” The frog girl... Tsuyu Asui croaked.
 
“Yes! Fine I’m fine!” All Might waved off, mildly confused still as his mind
had been violently torn from his former thoughts. He was definitely going to
split them up though. “I just realized Harrison and Mr. Yuga aren’t in the best
spots! Could you please move instead change seats?” The man said in his always
friendly, heroly way. Trying to seem as calm and normal as possible.
 
“Oh...Okay sir? If that helps me become more fabulous faster!” The strange
blond student with a belly button laser quirk said, eyes sparkling excessively
in excitement. He shrugging and gathering up his sparkly pop star notebook and
bright sparkly blue gel pens and shiny silver and royal purple book bag.
 
Harry was more hesitant, confused. He had just gotten done putting everything
where he liked it and Bakugou was being nice to him. How was he supposed to
improve his friendship with the boy if he couldn’t even sit with him in class?
Harry really wanted to make a friend, a real one.
 
Bakugou twitched violently as Harrison got up, gathering his things and made
his way across the room with flushed cheeks. Trying not to look at anyone. What
the hell? What was up with everyone taking his crush away every time he tried
being nice!
 
Harry sat down. Blushing as he could feel all eyes on him. Something he had
never enjoyed especially now, in a room full of his peers and his own father
all staring down at him. Well... besides Mineta who was the size of a
toddler... But the vibe was still there!
 
“Hey, it’s alright. Stay calm. You did not do anything wrong, there isn’t
anything to get upset about. Just focus on being calm, just focus on me if you
need to.” Fumikage said kindly reassuring Harry. Harry jumped, startled as he
hadn’t noticed that the bird headed boy was sitting next to him.
 
Harry gave the other boy a nervous smile, “Thank you.”
 
The other boy nodded. Glancing across the room at Bakugou who was shaking with
rage and growling, glaring hatefully at All Might.
 
“Now that we have that taken care of, please pair up with the person sitting
next to you and talk quietly for a few minutes while we wait for our FANTASTIC
HERO ACTIVITYto finish being set up!” All Might excitedly emphasized. Narrowly
avoiding blood spurting from his mouth for the second time that day by quickly
swallowing.
 
“I guess we are going to be partners from now on, yes?” The odd supposedly part
french boy purred, sparkling much like everything else he owned.
 
“You even look at me and you’re dead! Got that extra?! I refuse you! Refuse! I
already had the only person worth talking to in this entire shitty place next
to me! Hear that?” Bakugou fumed, eyes blazing with his rage. Smoke beginning
to come off of his hands in waves.
 
Yuga recoiled letting out a nervous laugh, though still smiled as he tried
scooting as far as he could from the violent ash blond. “How barbaric!” Sweat
dripped down his brow as Bakugou threateningly hissed at him.
 
Unlike Bakugou, Harry was having a surprisingly pleasant, mostly stress-less
conversation with someone who was practically a stranger! That never happened!
Fumikage had a safe air to him Harry didn’t feel uncomfortable or pushed in any
way the odd darkness around him was comforting. Made him feel grounded.
 
“I like to read... mostly... let me see... what else do I like to do? Oh, I
cook a lot and I played with the dogs at the animal shelter on the weekends
when I wasn’t busy when we were in Tokyo! I love dogs.... We can’t have one
though because it wouldn’t be right to get one since neither dad or I are at
home enough. I don’t really get the chance to do much else since dad’s busy all
the time I kind of just, you know, sit at home... But I was home schooled....
so.. I’m pretty use to it!” Harry told the bird headed boy.
 
“I see. I tend to spend a lot of my time out doors.... I also like.. Apples.”
Fumikage said, his expression completely serious as he thought on what he liked
that wouldn’t be considered odd. At the same time he was trying to make his
thoughts about what Harrison had just told him completely unreadable as
frankly, with ‘her’ personality, it explained a lot. Why Harrison was having so
many issues other than having a likely dying parent. Harrison was the type of
person that needed to constantly be socialized, to be reassured, and taught
that new things were okay and that stress was normal. The world wasn’t supposed
to be a completely terrifying place.
 
Instead of guiding Harrison through things that would be scary, possibly
terrifying to Harrison, when with ‘her’ first parent or parents it seemed like
the cycle was continuing. As Toshinori, instead of working Harrison through
‘her’ fears the man had either ignored them and made them a permanent scary
thing that way or had outright avoided things as to not upset Harrison. With
the adoring tone the man had used Fumikage strongly suspected the second one
far more than the first. He held back a sigh, the sayings loving someone to
death, and being protective with one’s child to a fault came to mind.
 
“I prefer strawberries, dad likes my apple pies though, he says they taste like
‘a slice of America’, what ever that means..?” Harry said rolling his eyes, his
tone becoming playful as he tried his best to imitate his father.
 
Fumikage couldn’t help but let out a amused noise at how ridiculous Harrison
sounded. “America?” He asked.
 
Harry nodded. “Everything good and wholesome when it comes to food is American
this or that. That applies to clothes and cars to.... Most things really. He
really likes those hummer vehicles or what every they are called. He had one
back in Tokyo, thankfully we don’t really need a vehicle here. He had it
painted with red and white stripes down it and the hood was blue and it had
these huge stylized white stars all over the place! The metal parts on the
tires.... oh! The hood caps, yeah those even had rotating stars on them. It was
super embarrassing he even had lights that came on for at night all over it so
you could see the stars and it’s horn played the All Might theme song! Which I
would have thought was neat at a vehicle show or something but its not when
that’s the car you take to go to thegrocery storewith. Do you know how many
parking spots something like that takes up? Old ladies hateus back in Tokyo
because of the lights!” Harry explained, a pained expression on his face.
 
A couple of students in hearing distance around Harry couldn’t help but laugh.
The pure horror in his voice making it even funnier as they couldn’t help but
to imagine some tank sized thing rolling up and taking multiple parking spaces,
obnoxious music playing through some Walmart parking lot with it’s bright
display lights blinding everyone. While old ladies cursed them out.
 
Even the ever serious Fumikage couldn’t help but laugh until it hurt at the
look on Harrison’s face as ‘she’ described what was clearly a monstrosity to
‘her’. He couldn’t imagine Harrison riding around in something like that. How
would she even get in without a step ladder or something?
 
“That’s awful!” A massive student with strange tentacles attached together to
his main arms with thick flaps of skin said, transforming the end of one of
them to speak with. His eyes clearly grinning as he quietly laughed. Harrison
was still unsure if he had an actual mouth attached to his face as it was
covered in a mask...
 
The boy... more like man’s name was Mezo Shoji. Harry wasn’t really sure if
they were considered anything near friends as the teen had just out of the
blue, almost seeming to be without thought, carry his bag 3 days prior for 2
classes and had gotten him lunch just the day before and had even sat with him,
talking quietly. The conversation have been pleasant. Did that mean that the
other boy had decided that they were to become friends? Harry was afraid it was
more a pity thing than anything else, he couldn’t stand the thought of it
because he really liked him. He hadn’t seen him all day though so did that mean
that he thought that Harry was simply healthy enough to take care of himself
now so he didn’t want to be around anymore? Harry really wished that he had
socialized more. He had a feeling that he was probably completely inept when it
came to such things. Harry forced such thoughts from his head.
 
“You have no idea.” Harry muttered.
 
“Whaaaaat? No! Tha’s totally cool! When I become a pro, I’m totally getting a
car like tha’! Chicks dig cool cars, right?! Cool guys have cool cars!” Mineta,
a toddler sized boy with purple balls for hair insisted, his tone fierce and
almost manic sounding.
 
“Uhuh... I would probably rethink that... I-My feet don’t even reach the floor,
I have a step ladder.” Harry pointed out.
 
“You’re joking? Green eyes has got to be joking.” The electricity using blond,
Denki, insisted, joining in on the conversation. His mouth dropped at the red
faced dead panned look Harry gave him. “Does your dad have one to?” the boy
asked, curious.
 
“I doubt it, Harrison’s father is probably as tall as All Might.” Mezo
answered.
 
Fumikage nodded in agreement. “He is.” He agreed.
 
“Wow! Lucky! You have a chance of getting taller!” Mineta pouted.
 
Harry rubbed the back of his neck. Grimacing at the way his hair polled. He was
sure that his dad wouldn’t be please if he was no longer wearing the tight do
but it was uncomfortable.
 
“I heard you talking about not getting out much anymore. If you want sometime
after school I could take you to see a movie or something. It must be lonely
for you to be alone all the time.” Mezo said, changing the subject.
 
Harry let his hair drop, startled. His eyes looking like iridescent green
saucers standing out even more as his face became an almost worrying shade of
red. “Are-are you sure?” He asked, rubbing at his arm. No one had asked him to
do anything with them besides his dad since he had been ripped from his
original world.
 
“Of course. I remember you saying you haven’t done more than go to the grocery
store and a few local shops since you moved here, you haven’t been to the mall
right? We could go there to.” The muscular boy assured.
 
“I agree. Such a thing may be enjoyable to do.” Fumikage agreed. He couldn’t
remember the last time he laughed. It was nice. He could also use a new phone.
It was apparently not a good idea to have a normal cell phone around Harrison
when ‘she’ was having a panic attack. Apparently ‘her’ quirk had a tendency to
fry electronics. Though he wouldn’t tell Harrison that ‘she’ had accidentally
destroyed his phone.
 
“Yeah-yes, I would really like that, It would be fun!” Harry said after a
moment some strange bravery filling his belly. He couldn’t remember the last
time he was that happy, in such a way before. Excited. He couldn’t help but
smile as he pushed some pesky hair behind an ear. Did-did he just make friends?
 
Denki began making concerning chocking noises while Mineta nearly fell out of
his chair, squeaking.
 
Fumikage gave the pair an unimpressed look. Though Harrison did look
dramatically different with ‘her’ hair out of the strange painful looking bun.
Gorgeous really, with pitch black nearly mid-back length silken looking
ringlets, big stunning poison green eyes, delicate aristocratic looking
features and a petite frame. Even so, Fumikage didn’t approve of the pair’s
behavior. Harrison was already self conscious enough and didn’t need them
making ‘her’ anymore uncomfortable than she already was. It was disrespectful,
especially when displaying such behavior right in front of ‘her’. He did admit
to himself that if he hadn’t already known what Harrison’s quirk was or at
least the abilities he would have thought it had something to do with charming
people with the way that smile made something in his chest skip a beat for a
moment.
 
“Why did you have you’re hair like that before? It looks way better down!”
Denki asked, sounding near outraged, looking scandalized.
 
Harry rubbed at his sore scalp. “Dad prefers it that way... something about
getting kidnapped or something because of my looks? I’m not really sure what
that means but he’s pretty paranoid about me so....” Harry shrugged, a small
voice in the back of his mind, the trained voice insisted doing such things
wasn’t lady like, not something that a Heiress was to do. He ignored it.
 
All four teenage boys sweat dropped at that. Harrison seemed to genuinely be
confused. How could someone be that oblivious?
 
“Is it weird tha’ it makes me feel uncomfor’able thinking... you know, those
sorts of thoughts now?” Mineta whispered to his counterpart. Sounding half
horrified with himself. He felt his blazing cheeks. That smile, wow, Harrison
was a different type of attractive. He normally wasn’t into girls without a
good sized rack but.... well ‘she’ was just-just so-so cute in such an sweet
unsure way it felt creepy gawking, which had never happened to him before. And-
and a girl actually was having, like a full out conversation with him. No
yelling, no slapping. It was totally amazing!
 
“Y-yeah! I would totally like want to go to the mall or something with you
guys!” Mineta finally exclaimed, deciding that it would be a good way to make
friends with some cool people.
 
“I don’t know.. I kind of find her too hot to care, even if she is flat
chested!” Denki said in a blunt leering manner. Disregarding what his friend
had said.
 
If looks could kill the look Fumikage gave him surely would have killed and dug
a grave for Denki all in one go. Mezo didn’t looked too pleased himself.
 
Harry was completely mortified looking. Able to hear every word they had said
but decided not to say anything and make it more awkward than it already was.
 
“Alright students! Sorry for the delay, we had to change what building we were
originally going to use as an upper year accidentally nearly demolished it
earlier. Now lets suit up! We are going to be practicing battle skillstoday! It
is going to be a weekly thing from now on so I hope you like our little combat
game because we are going to be experiencing a lot more of them in the near
future!” All Might called to the class, pulling out a tile with the word,
‘Battle tactics’ on it and held it up for everyone to see. “Now everyone is
going to get a partner for this simulation of Heroes Versus Villains!” He
announced. Nearly vibrating with excitement himself.
 
“How do we chose our partner?” Asui, the dark haired frog-like girl asked.
 
“By drawing lots of course!” The man said, eagerly polling a box from under his
podium.
 
“That doesn’t seem like the best way.” The girl said. Looking doubtful.
 
“Well in real life scenarios you don’t always get to chose who you team up
with, you could have to work with a hero from another agency on the spot.” The
man explained, making a majority of the students praise his foresight as he
dramatically posed, basking in their praise. He was such an amazing teacher!
Yeesss!
 
“Hey, wait, there’s 21 of us, how does tha’ work?” Mineta pointed out.
 
“Oh, um, well Harrison hasn’t gotten the nurse’s permission to join in on the
hero class” activities yet so we should have an even number of people.” All
Might explained. Cringing at the outraged shrieks other students immediately
made. Suddenly everyone in the class was yelling questions. All Might recoiled
flailing at the noise. “Quiet down, my quirk isn’t super hearing! One at a
time!” The hero plead.
 
Harry felt disoriented they were so loud so fast. He shook his head, trying to
get rid of the cross eyed feeling and the ringing in his ears. Shouldn’t they
be relieved that he wasn’t going to be allowed to do the activities? They had
been just the other day. Still stepping around him like he would fry them to
death on a whim. Harry raised his hand at that thought, his quirk crawling
under his skin again already. Harry managed to force himself to his feet, the
yelling driving him up the wall. “May I please go to the library and work on
homework then, if it is not mandatory for me to participate? I would like to be
able to use my school time as-as productively as possible.” Harry managed to
force out, his throat burning. He bit his lip and gripped his arm as his quirk
tried to lash out at his stress from even the idea of having to do some sort of
scary likely dangerous activity in the future. Even the presence of his father
wasn’t helping like it normally did. With him in the room Harry rarely had any
problems with his quirk.
 
Harry went so pale, as suddenly everyone paused their outraged squawking and
turned to stare at him, that it looked near transparent. He couldn’t get
himself to look at All Might after that, able to feel his startled upset gaze
on him. Harrison shoved everything in his bag as quickly as possible cringing
ever so slightly as he tossed his bag over his shoulder before booking it to
the door. His quirk feeling like an agitated snake under his skin, stinging his
hip as it curled its way through and over still sensitive healing nerves.
 
“Now lets not come to conclusions young Yagi! Just because I didn’t say
anything doesn’t mean that the question was a yes. I was just startled by the
question. I never expected someone not to want to at the very least be able to
watch. Please have a seat.” All Might finally said, just as Harrison made it to
the door.
 
Harry stood frozen. Humiliated, as a few of the students in the back either
snickered or whispered to each other. His quirk wanted to lash out, to hurt
them. He wanted to wipe the amused smiles off of their faces at his expense be-
because it hurt something inside of him. Squeezed something in his chest in
such a wounding way that it took everything that he was not to break down in
front of everyone and cry. He-he couldn’t do this, he wasn’t brave.... he
wasn’t anything anyone needed in a hero. His father told him that the best
heroes were kind and were able to always keep a smile on their face. They made
people feel safe. Harrison had never made anyone feel that way, he was sure.
being kind, lots of people were nice that didn’t make them a hero. You had to
be a special type of person to be a hero, one had to be born with a certain set
of traits and he didn’t have them. Unlike his father... Or even Midorya...
 
Harry needed to leave. To get away from everyone. Why did he ever even think
that it could work? That he could make friends and that he actually had a
chance in this class? No he needed to-to he didn’t know, march down to that
principal’s office and explain to him? Explain that he couldn’t do it. He
didn’t have what it took and that he needed to be moved to a normal class with
normal prep school expectations? He was probably more likely to get kicked out
than anything if he were to do that but at least he wouldn’t have-have people
giving him those looks anymore. Like he was a Boggart or something! And he....
He wouldn’t have to be afraid of his quirk hurting someone anymore. He could
sit in his room and look out the widow like before. Isolate himself so there
was no chance that his quirk would act out again. It was his quirk’s fault all
it’s fault!
 
The staring, the other people, caused his quirk to constantly be on high alert
and his skin crawl with the feeling of it, fighting it. Less than a full school
week and Harrison was utterly exhausted from trying to keep his quirk in line.
He couldn’t even keep his head on straight at the thought of using his quirk
for a school exercise. He-he couldn’t even look at his father, too embarrassed
by his utter inadequacy. All Might was lying. He was allowed to go back to the
class, no restrictions. It was recommend that he simply be careful. His father
was covering for him but somehow that felt worse. He couldn’t be in there. He-
he-
 
“I think... we need a minute.”
 
Harry looked up, eyes wide and shining with unshed tears.
 
End_Chapter_2
 
Chapter End Notes
     So here is the third chapter I actually ended up adding nearly
     another 1000 words to it. Sorry it ended kind of in a depressing way.
     After this chapter everything starts getting much more uplifting and
     happy though. Harry is going to be forced to start dealing with his
     issues.
     Any guesses on who was speaking? Any idea who is going to be Harry’s
     best friend yet? I still haven’t started the next chapter of this so
     if you think it should be a particular person you still have time to
     convince me of who you think it should be!
     Anyway, I still have the art contest open on both my facebook and on
     my deviantart which the deviantart is under the name Yuvush. I have
     started to do some basic drawings for this story and for a spin off
     story idea I have for this one. It would be of ‘what if’ scenarios
     and it would have Harry with several different characters, each one
     depending on the scenario that happened. Everyone would have to ask
     my OC a question and he would show them what would happen if they did
     what ever it is they ask him about. His quirk works best with
     matchmaking. Anyway just an idea.
     You can find me on facebook under this name, on deviantart(Taking
     commissions as I am poor and can’t find a job and am heading to art
     school in the fall :D) and also I am starting to figure out Instagram
     so yeah, on there to yay! I am happy to talk, answer questions, and I
     also draw fanart for my stuff a lot so you can see my stuff. I am
     also making concept art for my future manga and after updating a
     couple of my stories I plan to start drawing a rough draft of what I
     have on paper, digitally, then to post it. I also have a couple
     chapters up of a completed original book of mine if you want to read
     it. Would love some critics for it! I’m all about improving!
     Please review! It really helps motivate me and also I often times get
     really good ideas from suggestions and things in reviews, I have
     actually gotten ideas for creating new stories and things from
     reviews!
     Next Chapter hint: A real Friend, Crushes of an Unlikely Nature, and
     Facing Fears Unwillingly
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     So here is the newest chapter! Sorry for taking so long I have been
     ridiculously busy! Got some downtime now as I was forced to quick my
     job after going into anaphylactic shock from the all purpose spray.
     Before then I had no idea I had such an allergy. This chapter ended
     up being 7098 words without author's notes. Sorry If the chapter
     isn't perfect!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 Start Chapter 4
Harry's eyes widened as he felt a firm hand grab his shouldered, snapping him
out of his downward spiral. He nearly gasped at the sensation, like he was
being drug back into his own body. He turned and froze with wide eyes.
Fumikage, the birdheaded boy's hand was firmly wrapped around his shoulder.
He guided Harry from the room. Feeling the need to calm Harry.
"You need to settle yourself. You are making yourself panic again. I feel that
you doubt yourself too much!" The boy said, carefully covering Harrison's eyes
with his hand. Hoping that he hadn't overstepped a boundary. Feeling Harry
begin to relax, the hairs on his arms no longer standing on end. Fumikage
couldn't help but feel protective. A kinship with this person soothed by the
dark, just like him. "Are you calmer now?" Fumikage asked. Pretending that he
didn't see the embarrassed tears forcing themselves out of poison green eyes as
he slowly pulled his hand away.
"Y-yes." Harry whispered. Shame making his cheeks burn.
"Good." Fumikage said, giving Harry a small smile. Pretending he didn't notice
the blush on the other's cheeks. "Come, let us return to class." Fumikage said.
Frowning when Harry froze.
"I-I can't. I can't fight." Harry insisted, attempting to smooth his hair.
"I am not pushing you but... How do you expect to learn how to control your
quirk if you do not use it? Even I have trouble controlling dark shadow
sometimes and I use him just about everyday. Your quirk doesn't seem sentient
to me, more like primal part of you connected to emotions... But even so quirks
like yours and mine must be respectedand must not be feared or allowed to run
out of control because... if we were to allow such a thing to happen then
eventually they would take over use as well and... become us. To lose ones fear
one must push themselves." Fumikage stated. A hesitant look crossing his face
for a moment. "I-I do not wish for you to have such a thing happen to you."
Fumikage let out a breath and held out his hand. "I would very much like to be
your friend actually." The crow headed boy said, looking away almost shyly,
holding out a hand.
"R-Really with me?" Harry asked disbelievingly. Eyes wide and once again
glistening. A friend? Someone actually wanted to-to be his friend? Such
happiness swelled his chest he couldn't remember the last time that he felt so
strongly. Harry couldn't help but give the boy a blinding smile. Tears wanting
to flood from his eyes at how emotional he was feeling in that moment.
The boy nodded. Upset with the tone the other used, like 'she' thought he may
be tricking 'her'. No he would never do something so cruel. Did Harrison really
think so poorly of 'herself'? Fumikage went wide eyed as instead of shaking his
hand Harrison lunge forward unable to keep himself from hugging the other boy.
The crow headed boy couldn't help but to relax into the touch at the contented
delighted feeling that Dark Shadow was emitting at touch. It was confusing that
his shadow was so happy nearly buzzing in excitement. He smiled, oh, two akin
with the dark. What a terrible duo they could become.
Fumikage tentatively put a hand on top of Harrison's head, afraid the gesture
may seem too intrusive and familiar acting to the other. He himself wasn't the
touchy feelie sort and was surprised by his own behavior.
Fumikage barely managed to hold back a noise of surprise at the luxurious
softness of the other's hair. Like the softest silkiest feathers or fleece.
Softer than anything that Fumikage had ever felt. A flush warmed his cheeks. It
felt so nice if he allowed himself he could pet it for hours! Embarrassment
rushed through him at the thought. He forced his hand away from the head of the
nearly purring 'girl', stepping back in attempt to compose himself. "Come let
us go back inside before they send someone to search for us." He said, possibly
teasingly.
Harry grimaced but followed it would be even more embarrassing if his dad sent
everyone out looking for him and he was sure that he would. The man definitely
had a tendency to way over react when it came to him. He was sure the man would
completely spaz out if he didn't show up soon. For being depicted as this big
strong icon of peace and manliness he was quite the mother hen when it came to
Harry.
Unsurprisingly, the man instantly darted to the back of the room sweating and
nearly shaking in distress, a large shaky smile on his face. "You returned!
Good decision, let's all get suited up then!" All Might cheerfully yelled,
making the rest of the class break out into excited murmuring and cheering
before they could begin to congregate around Harrison.
"Please don't do that again! You really worried me!" All Might plead,
conspicuously whispering to his son.
Harry blushed, guilty tears weld up in his eyes. "I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean
it!" Harry stuttered through squeaky lungs. He hated upsetting him.
"Harri-Harry, come we will be the last to get ours on if we don't hurry."
Fumikage insisted. Feeling rather awkward.
"Okay. But I don't have a costume." Harry said. Trying to completely focus on
the other boy and not his father. He was afraid if he didn't he would burst out
in tears.
"You-you do not have a costume?" Fumikage exclaimed more surprised at his own
surprise than the fact that Harrison didn't have a costume.
"Umhum, it isn't like I thought I was going to need one or anything. I'm going
to use my Gym uniform. That should be fine right?" Harry asked.
"I would think so." Fumikage agreed.
"Okay." Harry said, a sick feeling stirring in his stomach and he pulled his
uniform from his very own sliding rack.
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"Alright since Harrison is going to participate I need to figure out how we are
going to split up the teams. First off any volunteers?" All Might asked.
Twitching a little as only two hands went up.
"Me! I WILL team up with her!" Bakugou insisted, a look like a raging beast on
his face.
"Yeah... Anyone else?" All Might asked cringing. Though he had trouble holding
back a laugh as what Bakugou referred to his son as registered.
"If it is okay with my partner I would be willing to team up with her." Mezo
said.
"Very kind of you! Alright you too will be paired together!" All Might said,
giving the pair a thumbs up, nearly gushing in happiness for his Harrison.
Though he had only known the boy for a short time he had been nothing but
respectful and chivalrous.
Fumikage grimaced, as Bakugou nearly throthed at the mouth beside him and the
others muttered fearfully. Just as he was about to call out Kirishima raised
his hands. "I'll team up with them! I practically turn to stone so Fluffy's
quirk shouldn't be able to do much to me, right?" The boy said cheerfully
grinning.
All Might twitched, "I'm pretty sure that isn't true but yes, lets go with
that!" The man hesitantly exclaimed, giving the eager red head a thumbs up,
laughing awkwardly, remembering the horrific pain he had been in the few times
his son's quirk got a hold of him.
The enthusiastic red head whooped, ignoring the promise of a painful death from
his explosive friend even at the boy's dangerous hisses of "shitty-hair" as if
it were a vile curse.
"Alright well, since we are going to be doing this I am going to add young
Todoroki and Sero as there own team." All Might drew a lot. "Team B, consisting
of Harrison, Young Mr. Mezo, and our young Kirishima will be.. What? Villains?
Um, they will be villains for this exercise that means our new team J will be
heros! Now our first team up is Team D, Bakugou and Tenya, versus Team A,
Midoriya and Ochako... Team D will be villains while Team A will be the heros!
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Harry wasn't so sure he wanted to try after seeing the fight between Bakugou
and Izuku. That was beyond scary!
"Come on! Settle down, this is going to be great!" Kirishima insisted. Nearly
knocking Harry to the ground as he clapped him on the back.
"I don't know... I'm going to be totally useless... I-I don't have good quirks
like the both of you! My quirk... It always ends up hurting someone or
destroying something..." Harry muttered, fidgeting.
"Nonsense! It's because you keep putting yourself down! You have to be
confident! Believe in yourself, I promise, you do that and you will get way
more control! I believe in you!" Kirishima insisted, grinning.
T-two people in one day. Harry could hardly force back his tears. He fiercely
rubbed at his eyes. "I-I've got an idea." Harry managed to squeak out.
"Huh?"
"It's just... That stack of rubber mats over there... Um... Well.. If we took
the doors off of the lockers and laid them out on the floor all around the
bomb..." Harry paused for a moment unsure of himself.
"Yeah, go on!" Kirishima encouraged, attentive.
Mezo nodded.
"Oh, well then we could use the rubber mats to protect the both of you and...
and maybe direct my quirk and-and use it to guard the bomb!" Harry finished,
convinced his idea would be considered stupid.
"That is a well thought out plan." Mezo praised.
"Yeah! That will definitely work!" Kirishima exclaimed.
"R-really? It's.. a good idea?" Harry asked.
"It's amazing! You did good!" Kirishima insisted, pulling Harry into a bear
hug. Making Harry blush bright red at being smushed up against the boy's naked
chest.
"I will start collecting the metal." Mezo said.
"Yeah! I'll get the mats all ready!" Kirishima enthusiastically cheered.
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"Come on Harry!" Kirishima said, eagerly jogging beside the boy. Mezo had
directed them to trap 2. The spiky haired boy firmly planted his feet on the
mat placed at the end of the hallway. Waiting just a moment before pulling the
long piece of rubber Mezo had put down with all of his might. He grinned as
Todoroki stepped onto metal even as it instantly began to freeze around him.
"You can do it!" Kirishima insisted when he realized Harry had frozen up.
"O-okay!" Harry agreed shaking, he-he could do this he could! Confidence-
confidence-confidence. Harry forced his eyes shut as he let his quirk slither
out. Grimacing in discomfort as he tried to wrestle it. The strange endorphic
feeling flowed through him as his quirk surged from his body making him feel
swimmy and powerful.
A noise like shattering glass filled Harry's ears and then a set of terrible
screams making Harrison's eyes spring open. He-couldn't he couldn't! They-they
were going to die! What was he thinking? He needed to stop stop stop! This
needed to stop! No more! No-No more. What? No-no more screaming?
Harry pealed his eyes open. Startled when he realized he was no longer
electrocuting the pair. An odd frustration began to build, just under his skin
though, itching him. "Are-are they okay?" Harry managed to croak. Beginning to
feel strangely jittery.
"Yeah, I think so." Kirishima said. Looking at his friend and Todoruki in
concern. Turning to look at his partner to give 'her' a reassuring smile.
Kirishima was instantly on his feet, pale. "What the-"
Ugh too much! Crawling everywhere. Harry shuddered, trembling in discomfort as
his quirk reacted like an angry undisciplined child, trying its best to lash
out. Harry wasn't sure how much longer he could last as the odd need to yell
and scream and rage began to cloud him, the need to hurt something. Harry
twisted around and without thought, aimed a punch at the wall behind him.
Coppery taste filled his mouth as an odd pain filled his jaw. The wall exploded
outward as green light tore through it like a raging animal forcing that
endorphic thrill to slither through Harry again, making him feel almost
lightheaded and giddy. The fear that was normally nearly all consuming wasn't
chocking him like it usually did every minute of every day. This... This felt
good the slightest relief. And frustrating and terrifying. The rubber it was...
restricting. Choking.
"W-what are you doing? Stop!" Kirishima called, grabbing the pair still laying,
groaning on the locker doors.
Harry didn't even hear what the boy had said. Instead his entire focus was to
get the burning cuffs off of his wrist and from around his neck. Aggressively
yanked at the make shift rubber cuffs Mezo and Kirishima had taped to him.
Hissing as his quirk writhed sickeningly, making him feel like he was going to
boil alive. He dug his nails into the tape around his waist. He needed to get
it off! He felt like he was going to explode! Harry's eyes flashed to the
ground. Rubber. Kirishima must have pulled him onto the mat. He couldn't take
it he needed to get off, he needed to! Terror gradually began to crush him as
his quirk frantically twisted and writhed inside of him. His brain becoming
foggy. Kirishima's nervous worried look twisted into something sinister.
Terrible. Mocking. Like he found Harrison's fear and discomfort to be amusing.
Harry trembled. Whimpering in the back of his throat as the fear continued to
get worse.
He was suddenly on the ground. Held down by massive hands. Too much too much!
Harry was pulled close. Held in a tight grip. Gradually the fog left him and
the stomach churning panic and writhing calmed and-and he was okay. Everything
was okay. Though he felt drained... not like he normally did after losing
control of his quirk though. No, more like emotionally and mentally drained.
Toshinori held his Harrison close. Putting constant pressure on him as he held
him. Remembering how it calmed him, uncaring if his students saw. The man felt
so proud. Even though Harrison had been clearly afraid he-he had finally gained
some semblance of control even if for a short time. Maybe... this class was
good for him. He was sure that Harrison would still feel guilty though. For
hurting those boys, even then the pair had ended up in surprisingly good
condition.
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"Hey! Harry! We brought snacks, wake up!" Kirishima excitedly demanded.
"Shut up shitty hair! That quirk of her's fucks her up for a while when it's
gotten out of control!" Bakugou growled.
"Yeah, but it didn't get out of control!" Kirishima pointed out.
"Because blowing up a wall isn't out of control.~" Denki muttered, yelping as
Kirishima noogied him.
"Don't say that! She did good!" Kirishima insisted.
"Could you keep it down?" Toshinori politely inquired, a shake in one hand and
a bento in the other.
Bakugou scuffed as the skeletal man took a seat next to Harrison. "What ever."
He grumbled. Grouchily pulling up a seat on the other side.
"Um, who are you?" Kirishima asked. Denki looking mildly creeped out and
curious next to him.
"He's just Harrison's old man." Bakugou muttered. Getting an unimpressed look
from the man.
"Oh, wow! My name's Kirishima Eijue nice to meet you sir!" Kirishima introduced
himself looking very much like an enthusiastic puppy.
"Yagi Toshinori." Toshinori said, smiling at the boy.
"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked. Groggy feeling and sounding.
"Snacks man! Your quirk makes you hungry and have low blood sugar right?"
Kirishima pointed out.
"Umhum. I-I don't feel as bad as normal though." Harry said, his face twisting
up in confusion. He still felt bad but not like he was starving and dying like
normal. What the? How? Harry sat up, rubbing at his face.
"That is because I managed to calm you down before your quirk got completely
out of control." Toshinori explained, combing a massive hand absently through
Harry's hair.
"Here!" Bakugou said, nearly knocking Harry back down as he shoved a mammoth
sized piece of strawberry shortcake at him. Cheeks bright red.
"Oh, thank you!" Harry said, smiling sweetly at the other in such a way that
made him feel like his head was going to explode off of his body at the shear
radiance of it. Bakugou quickly nodded, looking away, face bright red.
Toshinori felt faint, barely able to keep himself from coughing up blood from
the shear horror that filled him at the sight of his sweet oblivious child
practically inviting the other boy to molest him!
"Don't forget us! I got you some chips, and a box of pocky, and a brownie, and
one of those strawberry turnover things you like!" Kirishima said. Dumping bags
and containers all over the overwhelmed boy.
"I got you some skittles, and a bag of chocolate." Denki added.
"Mezo and I have also gotten some things to help you replenish your energy and
sugar levels." Fumikage said, walking through the door, the much larger student
only strides behind him.
"Unlike them, I have gotten you something healthy with natural sugars. A fresh
fruit salad with two different kinds of apples, what I believe to be your
favorite fruit, strawberries, peaches, and blueberries. I would have had them
add some sort of nuts for protein but I was unsure if you were allergic or
not." Fumikage explained.
"I got you a strawberry smoothie and some steak teriyaki." Mezo pointed out,
holding both things out.
Harry felt completely overwhelmed. So much, he couldn't finish all of that!
Harry was certain!
"Thank you so much! I-I really appreciate your kind thoughts!" Harry managed to
croak. Feeling nearly faint from the attention he was receiving.
"Of course man!" Kirishima grinned, giving the smaller boy a cheerful thumbs
up.
"There is no need to thank us for such a reason." Fumikage insisted.
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A few days later Harry felt good as new... at least physically. Though the
group that had come to follow him around didn't seem to be convinced.
Insistently attempting to get him to eat snacks near constantly and trying to
carry everything for him. Even trying to carry him around in their enthusiasm
sometimes. Although they were nice Harry almost wished they would lose interest
in him.. At least a majority of them. Even so he was quickly beginning to adore
Fumikage and Mezo and was even growing attached to Kirishima with his happy go
lucky attitude and kind though odd personality. He reminded him of Murus.
"We should all really do something cool together!" Kirishima said.
"Well we already plan on going to the mall soon." Mezo explained, pausing for a
moment at trying to practically force feed Harry with one of his arms as he
adjusted the smaller boy's backpack he had insisted on carrying with the other.
Making Harry blush a brilliant red.
No one seemed to notice Bakugou straying a little behind, his face twisted up
in jealous rage.
"No, no! Like manly bonding!" The red head insisted.
"Well... We could..-" Harry Shrieked as a hand suddenly clamped onto him,
dragging him away from his friends.
"What the fuck?" Bakugou growled. Ready to attack who ever snatchedhisHarrison.
"You aren't going anywhere. I have asked you repeatedly, politely, to stay
after school so I can talk to you and you have ignored meeverytime. Weare going
to have a talk." Aizawa insisted Harrison's wrist firmly in his hand. "Now all
of you move along." The man demanded.
"What but!"
"Now." Aizawa growled giving no room for argument. Only allowing Harrison his
arm back long enough to grab his book bag from his friend.
Once the group left Aizawa focused on his charge. "Now... Who are you staying
with while... Your... father is gone?"
"N-noone. It's okay though, I'm use to it." Harry said. Wishing that he was
anywhere but there.
Aizawa rubbed his eyes. "That isn't going to be happening anymore.. Period..."
Aizawa said suddenly flipping Harry's hand and jabbing a finger forcing a few
of the drops of crimson that resulted to drip onto a strip of paper. He then
placed it in a hand held machine.
"Ow! Why did you do that?" Harry grumbled.
"Checking your blood sugar levels as no one seems to have thought to monitor
them. Your hands are shaky indicating that you were likely experiencing low
blood sugar which I am assuming is why those four kept on insisting that you
eat." The man looked down at the device when it began to beep. "72. You need to
eat something immediately. Your blood sugar is low it is especially dangerous
with the effects of your quirk." The man said. Leaving no room for any kind of
argument."Come on, lets get you home so we can get something to eat." The man
pulled a small pouch of what looked to be trail-mix from his pocket and handed
it to Harry. "Eat that to tide you over." Aizawa commanded.
Harry was unsure what to do except for simply obeying the man. He was so
confused he had no idea what to do or how to even react he simply listened. Not
wanting a reason to have to talk. The only thing that he knew the man would
want to talk about was... uncomfortable and that was putting it mildly. Very
mildly. Harry in truth would much rather do just about anything else than to
have to speak with the man about what ever it was that he was going to have
a... little chat about. "This way sir." Harry managed to eep out, doing his
best to ignore the raised eyebrow he was sure to get.
After nearly 25 minutes of walking Aizawa stopped. "This is ridiculous. We're
getting onto a train." The man grumbled.
"I-but... I always walk home. It's really not a bother!" Harry said, a little
too insistently for Aizawa's liking. Though he was already certain that
Harrison was avoiding another fear of his. Crowds and hectic environments.
"We are not walking another 45 minutes just because you want to avoid the
things that make you uncomfortable." Aizawa said, giving Harry a pointed look.
"Toshinori's avoiding everything that stresses you out has actually been a
determent to you and your health in all ways possible. Mentally, emotionally,
and physically. Unlike him, I'm going to begin to start making you face things
that you fear. I mean.. This is ridiculous how out of hand your behaviors have
been allowed to become." The man insisted. Nearly having to drag the boy with
him to the trains.
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Thankfully it didn't seem that a huge amount of people were at the train at the
time and they were able to ride it without too much hassle. Even still, the man
had to calmly talk to Harry the entire time trying to keep him from having a
full out panic attack as his eyes became glassy and edged with terror. It
worried Aizawa. Harrison's irrational fears were at a level that it was
practically a determent to living. He was definitely going to have to have a
talk with the All Mighty oaf. The man wasn't being a good parent. Truthfully he
felt that the man was to the point of being neglectful at best. Ridiculous.
Aizawa had to help Harry from his seat. The boy was so frightened he had frozen
up with fear. Completely stiff in his seat, looking ready to vomit by the end
of their 10 minute ride.
"Come on, your alive." Aizawa encouraged gruffly. Dragging the boy from the
train as quickly as he could. The man was doing his best to pretend he didn't
notice his hair on the back of his neck standing on end, nor that he had seen
the telltale involuntary spazms seizing up Harrison's hands. He was certain if
he made a big deal out of it than Harrison would obsess on it and make his
quirk act up even worse.
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"So this is All Might'shouse?" Aizawa muttered. Giving the bright, shiny
hardwood floored living room a dull appraising look.
"Yes... Sir." Harry squeaked, sliding on a pair of grippy slippers. He
immediately darted to the far end of the room to the large open kitchen area.
"What are you doing? Go sit down before you pass out." Aizawa ordered.
following him. The man grimaced at the various pies and cakes and other
desserts sitting everywhere, piled high on nearly every surface but hardly a
single one with more than a sliver ate out of them.
"I... We have some cake... I could just eat some of that.. Do you want some?"
Harry asked awkwardly, fidgeting.
The black haired man pointedly ignored him, opened the refrigerator, and found
himself even less impressed. Puddings, jellos, custardy desserts, and take out
cartons were stacked neatly in nearly every inch of the appliance. The only
other things that he was able to find were a couple of eggs, a 4th a jug of
milk, 2 sticks of butter, some ketchup, old half eaten rice, and an orange. The
freezer also was filled with dessert items and a single package of hot dogs.
"What is all of this?" Aizawa hissed, practically burning holes into Harrison.
Displeasure clearly curled the man's lips.
"Food?" Harrison answered confused and anxious.
"You don't have a single acceptable thing to eat! No wonder the both of you are
always so ill! All you ever eat is junk!" The man snorted. The idiot obviously
had no idea how to take care of himself let alone a child! How in the hell did
he even manage to be allowed to adopt a child? This had to stop. They would not
be eating like that any longer. He obviously had to take care of his student as
Toshinori wasn't capable. He pause for only a moment cringing at the surge of
paternal emotions eating at him. The hero immediately grabbed the trash bin and
began throwing whole containers out ignoring Harrison's horrified shouts.
"From now on you will be following a strict balanced diet. No pastries, no
pies, or cakes, except for possibly once every other week. You will begin to
carry those glucose tablets with you like you were supposed to do in the first
place and I will be testing your blood at least daily as your father can't seem
to get it through that thick skull of his how dangerous your quirk is to your
body without you even having to go into a full out panic attack." The dry eyed
man growled. Ignoring the stricken look on his self appointed charge's face.
"I just baked some of those!" Harry whined.
"Yeah, and more than half of this stuff has gone bad and is bad for you!" The
man countered, tossing a particularly smelly box of what may have once been
some sort of vegetable and rice dish into the overflowing trash can. Watching
as Harrison turned gray and held his nose... Huh..
After stripping both the freezer and the refrigerator of practically every last
thing in them the man began going through cabinets and collected all the
snacks. Tossing them in a garbage bag, completely ignoring Harrison's desperate
protests. "This is for your own good, stop complaining!" He grumbled. After
that Aizawa pulled out a cell phone and began to dial. "Ugh, I really didn't
want to have to do this but... Groceries." The man muttered to himself.
"Yo! My man! What'cha doing?" A loud excitable voice blared into the room.
Aizawa didn't even pull his ear away from the speaker, so used to the
ridiculous loudness of his friend. Even so, the grouchy black haired man
wandered away a bit.
Harrison of course took the opportunity to cut himself a large slice of cake.
"Don't even think about it! Give me that!" The man barked. One hand held out
and the other still holding the phone.
"N-no! You can't just come into someone's house and-and tell them what to do!"
Harry managed to squeak.
"Harrison." The man stressed, narrowing his eyes. "Give me it now."
"NO! I made it!" Harry insisted. "I need sugar!" He admitted, feeling his body
shake with every movement he made.
"Then eat the orange!" Aizawa ordered.
"You threw it out!" Harry countered.
"You are behaving irrationally and being controlled by imbalances in your body.
Toshinori should have never allowed you to even begin to eat processed sugars
unless absolutely necessary." The man said, darting over to snatch the plate
from Harry. He growled when Harrison some how managed to get himself on the
other side of the island. "Don't you dare." The man said, giving Harrison a
withering look that had him freeze up. The man immediately grabbed the plate.
Giving him a approving look. "Now eat these, we have to detox you." The man
said, handing Harry a baggy of apple slices.
Harry stared at them than up at the man still holding the phone. He was
confused on how the man even got any. Harrison couldn't help but feel an
irrational annoyance fill him as his body continued to tremble. His quirk
slithering faintly under his skin.
"Hey man still there?" The familiar voice on the phone asked.
"Yes, I'm still here." Aizawa grumbled.
"Me to, didn't know the guy lived so close by! We could have been hanging out
for the last several months!" The man said, sounding almost like he was
pouting.
Harry jumped, as he swore he heard the man, not just on the phone but actually
there, in real life.
"Hey! Knock Knock my man!" The voice of the man on the phone boomed, followed
by the clicking of boots.
"Hizashi." Aizawa said, clicking off his phone.
"Oh! You didn't tell me the cake looked so good!" Mic said, grabbing the plate
from his friend's hand and digging in. "You have to try this man! It's
amazing!"
"Eat your apple slices before we get going." Aizawa ordered, sitting on stool
next to his friend and seemingly out of nowhere pulling out a drinkable
applesauce pouch.
Harry couldn't remember the last time he felt so conflicted and upset... and
confuse. Where was Aizawa magicing all of this stuff from? Harry reluctantly
ate the slices. Watching Present Mic with envy. He was definitely going to be
calling his dad once he got the chance. This was ridiculous. Mr. Aizawa had
obviously gone crazy!
"So we going to get a goin'?" Hizashi asked after polishing off another piece
of cake. Feeling a little unnerved by the oddly intense look he was receiving
from his sweetest and most docile student. He swore he was getting a bit of a
kill vibe from the kid. Weird.
"Yes, let's get this done before it gets any later." Aizawa agreed before
standing and making his way to the door with his friend. Almost confused acting
when he realized Harrison wasn't following him. He walked back, looking down at
his student expectantly. "Come on. We don't have all day, don't you want to eat
tonight?" The man said. Herding his confused student to the door.
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Grocery shopping with the both men had been an... experience. Definitely an
experience. Harry was unsure how else to describe it. He himself was happy to
have been given his own money by his father as he was able to wonder off and
hide some candybars away.
Aizawa had discovered Toshinori's bank card while cleaning the kitchen and had
decided to use that to buy food as according to him, he was babysitting his
kid. After that the man splurged on good fresh lean meats, spices, veggies,
fruits, and a literal case of his favorite pouched Applesauce.
All Mic got was some stuff to make s'mores, a frozen pizza and a pallet of
insta-cheesy rice bowls.
After that the three came back to the house and Aizawa put everything away,
reorganizing everything in a way he thought more logical. Why would they have
all of the plates and things so high? It was utterly ridiculous with how short
Harrison was, he obviously had to climb on the counter or something just to get
to it. He then scrolled through his phone to find a simple to follow recipe,
ignoring Harrison's suggestion to just let him cook.
The food was good. Better than the man expected even with the fresh
ingredients. Aizawa wasn't a bad cook by any means but he wasn't the best
either. He was a bit above average in his opinion, he was sure he would have
been better if he did it much. He found it both interesting and a bit
desturbing how bloody his student liked the beef steak he had used. The way his
teeth seemed to cut through it like warm butter. He was sure a bite from them
could take quite the chunk out of someone. He would have to remember that for
later.
"Well I better get going my dudes. Gotta get some sweet shut eye before my show
tomor~row." Mic said, stacking the cakes he had convinced his friend to let him
take and headed to the door. Pretending he didn't here the animal like growl
the kid made at the sight of his delicious cakes being carried off before he
could even get a single bite out of them.
"See, now you don't have to be distracted by them and they won't go to waste."
Aizawa said. Like simply getting rid of them would make everything better.
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Harry could hardly even think straight he was so... upset. The man, his
teacher, telling him what he could and couldn't do, managing him like he was
his keeper. Giving away his cakes. And yet he felt compelled to obey. He
listened as the exhausted man told him to go get ready for bed and felt an odd
relief when he said he wasn't leaving... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have
him around until his dad got back. He.. Actually felt safer. Being alone... it
was always a horrible experience... But he... Harry always put a smile on his
face like his dad. And it kind of sometimes took the edge off.. Sometimes...
Harrison even fell asleep. It was nice.
Aizawa stayed up a good portion of the night meticulously writing. When he
finally went to sleep he nearly immediately was woke by a startled scream
followed by an explosion that rattled the entire house. The man was immediately
on his feet, capture scarf in hand as he ran to the bathroom. The door had been
launched into the wall and well... the outside wall for the bathroom was
just... gone. There was nothing left at all. Harrison stood near the edge
looking both terrified and horrified. "What happened?" The man asked, trying to
sound calm as possible with the boy in such a state.
All Harrison managed to do was make a fearful squeak as he pointed to the
corner. Ozone smelling green lightning aggressively lashing out all around him.
Sweat began to run down the Eraser quirk hero's brow. Frantically hopping
around was probably the largest spider he had ever seen in his life... It was
holding a knife. "What?" Was all he managed to say.
"I will have my vengeance! It doesn't matter how many times I have to come
back, it will happen!" The creature chittered in a grating screechy voice,
throwing the rubber floor mat over itself before jumping from the building.
Harrison trembled, wide eyed.
"You need to calm down." Aizawa cautioned, trying his best not to react once he
noticed the red trickling from his student's neck... A lot of red. He himself
was still unbelievably confused and more than a little disturbed but he wasn't
about to allow his student to know that.
It took some time but Aizawa managed to settle Harrison down. He still found it
interesting how even panicked his student had been more lucid and his ability
less violent. After that he carefully tended to the knife wound on Harrison's
neck and went out to search for the creature for a bit. It of course was long
gone. Aizawa did his best to repair the door on the bathroom and to barricade
it before deciding to report it in the morning. Separation was not an option at
that point. He would not risk any harm coming to his student. Instead Aizawa
blew up an air mattress for Harrison and once again took the couch, curled up
in his favorite yellow sleeping bag.
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A delicious smell began to filter into the Erasing hero's nose, slowly rousing
him into wakefulness. He sat up. Yawning, exhaustedly. The man pulled his eye
drops from his pocket and dripped some of the liquid into his eyes. Letting out
a relieved breath as the irritating burning eased up a bit. The man draped his
sleeping bag over his shoulders like a cape, running his a hand through his
wild looking hair.
The moment he sat down Harry was sitting a plate laden in eggs, seasoned
chicken, and pancakes in front of him.
"Thank you." The man said, eyeing the pancakes. He must have forgotten to get
rid of the mix. Oh well, he would allow it to slip this once.
"Of course!" Harry said, smiling. He hoped it turned out alright he had never
made anything like that before with chicken. He really wished the man had let
him get some decent bacon. His father only ever got actual pig bacon, not
turkey, insisted that the alternative was an abomination of all that was good
in the world. Harry had no interest in eating something that horrifyingly
disgusting to his dad.
"What is this?" Aizawa asked... but didn't. Harry paled as the man pulled the
chocolate moose sauce he had been in the middle of chilling. Looking at him
with clear unhappiness and disappointment. Harry wasn't a liar. He wasn't just
terrible at the act of lying itself he felt physically sick doing it.. Or at
least when it came to direct things like that. So instead like he usually did
he stayed quiet. Biting his tongue to try his best to hold back his need to
appease the intensely glaring man.
"We are going to talk about this. I won't give in." The man promised. He wasn't
Toshinori, he wouldn't just let everything slide because he didn't want to
upset his child. The man couldn't seem to get that he was destroying his kid.
He wasn't giving Harrison an anchor or confidence he was smashing him to bits!
It drove him crazy watching Harrison. He had so much potential and at the rate
he was going at he would end up some terrified recluse only leaving his home
when groceries were shipped to his door. It angered him.
The man put more work into his protegee, guiding him, than his own adoptive
kid. He still couldn't understand how the moron had been chosen over himself
other than with his fame. All Toshinori did was damage him worse.
"I-I just wanted some. I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done it but I just wanted
it so bad and Dad gave me money! Please don't throw it away!" Harry finally
admitted, giving the man his full powered puppy dog eyes. The last time he had
done that Toshinori had quite literally crumpled to the ground holding his
chest and wheezed at the absolute cuteness overload. Harry nearly had to call
an ambulance for the man as he gasped for air.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes, looking nearly blinded. Stomping down the need to
submit to the adorableness of the shining eyes that reminded him so much of the
luminescent adorableness of a needy helpless kitten. "Thank you for telling me
the truth. Now hand the rest of it over." The man couldn't help but smirk at
the flabbergasted look on his charge's face. He obviously wasn't expecting him
to not give in to him. "You fight me on this and you won't like the
consequences." He warned.
Harry made a pethetic put out noise but was quick to comply. He really didn't
want to argue anymore. It was easier this way.
"Good. I'll let you eat a spoonful after breakfast for complying with me and
being truthful." Aizawa said, tone pleased. Just because he was happy with his
charge didn't mean he wasn't going to search the house high and low for more
candy stashes though.
"You know," The man began after the pair sat down to eat, a jar of sugar free
jam in his hand. "I'm only doing this because I care about your well being.
Even when I kept calling you in after class it wasn't to be mean or to punish
you but to make sure you were okay." He said. Forcing himself not to mention
how Toshinori had insisted that he had no reason to keep him after and didn't
even try to encourage Harrison to stay.
"Yeah..." Harry mumbled, still confused as to why the man was suddenly so
obsessed. He went wide eyed, nearly falling out of his chair as the man put up
his hair.
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A kind but stern smiling face flashed through Harry's mind, messy jet black
hair in a ponytail."I want to help you! I'm good at cooking!" Harry insisted.
"Okay, as long as you're careful. I don't want you getting hurt." The man
insisted.
"I promise to be careful Mr. Shouta." Harry promised.
"Then we can have some apple sauce for dessert." The man said, raising an
unimpressed eyebrow when Harry made a pathetic groan. "Remember I'm only
looking out for your well-being. Processed sugars are more likely to cause an
imbalance in your system." The man insisted. Grinning as Harrison nodded in
agreement.
"That's-that's logical I guess." Harry relented. The man practically beamed at
what Harrison said, looking like a proud parent.
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"Mr. S-Shouta? I-is that why you smell...why you sound so familiar?" Harry
stuttered, pale as a ghost.
The man gave Harrison a startled look. His face slowly twisting into a sad
smile. "Finally remembered me?"
Harry couldn't help but to burts into tears. "Y-yes! Why didn't you say-say
any-anything?"
"I'm just the guy that had you for a couple of months." The man said, a clear
painful smile on his face.
 End Chapter 4
Chapter End Notes
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***** Chapter 5 Aizawa's view *****
Chapter Notes
     So here is the next chapter literally wrote it in less than 24 hours!
     It ended up being 4558 words. Sorry it isn't the best but I feel like
     this thing with Aizawa needed to be explained.
     I think I am going to revise a bit of the first chapter to make it
     more cohesive. Hope everyone enjoys!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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"Hey, I see your awake. How are you feeling?"
"I-I um. I'm... okay." Harry stuttered. He watched as a attractive, dead tired
looking man with scruff, dark bloodshot eyes, and dark wavy hair in a bun went
to sit in the chair next to him. Harry nearly needed to do a double take as the
man's appearance screamed Black or LeStrange family member.
"Good. I was told that... you.. Were very sick. Do you feel like you can eat
anything now?" The man asked. Deciding to ignore the freak out the boy had the
day before. The hospital was lucky Cemetos was so close by it made for a quick
repair of the building.
"M-maybe." Harry said, blushing as his stomach growled at the smells coming
from the container held between the man's long thin hands. He tried his best
not to focus on the man's intensely focused gaze.
"Good, I brought you something from home. I know hospital food isn't the best."
The man said.
"T-thank you sir! Um... What's your name anyway?" Harrison squeaked.
The man smiled. "Shouta Aizawa, I'm the person who you will be living with
after all of this." He explained.
"What? But-I thought that the blond man, he said I was going to live with him."
Harry exclaimed, his face screwed up adorably in confusion.
"No, no, no. I have no idea whyhe...said that but I have agreed to keep you!"
Aizawa said, feeling annoyed and confused. Everyone else had been absolutely
terrified of the kid the only other person that he could think of that had
spoken to the kid. To have actually got any information was All Might and no
way would he want a kid... would he? Aizawa was actually oddly excited for the
kid to get discharged. Already, he and his loud mouth friend Hizashi had begun
setting up the spare room.
"Oh, okay."
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In the week that followed Aizawa found himself strangely happy, excited even
and impatient feeling to get done with teaching the brats so he could get to
the hospital to see Harrison. He really was such a sweet kid. He was really
beginning to look forward to getting to be his parent. But then... One day
Aizawa showed up earlier than he usually did. School got out early that day and
that evening Harrison was to go back into surgery as they had to tweak some of
the pins they had put in his leg. That day a massive man with familiar golden
blond hair that stuck up like antennae was sitting in the chair next to
Harrison's bedside, looking comically large.
The man was laughing obnoxiously and chatting the painfully shy child up. The
strange... disconcerting thing was that Harrison was talking back, smiling.
"What are you doing here?" Aizawa finally said after a few moments of assessing
the situation.
All Might jumped, flailing for a moment before making that annoying fake laugh.
"You startled me there friend! I'm just visiting my soon to be charge here.
Harrison's going back into surgery soon after all." He said, giving the man a
radiant sparkling grin and a thumbs up. His other hand held a sundae.
"Your's?.. Sorry. You are mistaken. I've already been given temporary
guardianship." Aizawa explained.
"What!? But-but I-"
"Also, do not give Harrison that. He shouldn't be eating processed sugars nor
is he even allowed to eat anything before surgery.." Aizawa insisted, glaring
at the chocolate fudge and strawberry topped confection then at the massive
man. Almost daring him to do just that.
"Well can't he eat it after then?" All Might managed to ask. Doing the best to
force his voice from crackling.
"No. I just said, I don't want him eating any processed sugars."
"Harrison is a child! A few sweets isn't going to hurt him!" All Might pressed.
"Please do not tell me how to care for him. I know what I am talking about. Now
please leave."
All Might was more than a little peeved and helpless feeling after that. The
man looked back at Harrison, gritting his teeth at the distressed look on his
face. "Fine." He grumbled instantly forcing a grin on his face to look at
Harrison. "I will be seeing you later then!" He said, giving the boy a quick
friendly wave. He was sure by the intense disapproving look on Aizawa's face
that he would need to be careful from then on. "Let's talk!" All Might
cheerfully insisted. Leading the grouchy looking man from the room.
"You won't be seeing him anymore. At least not without me there." Aizawa
immediately said, glaring up at the man who was obviously sneaking around and
giving Harrison things that could make him sick.
"Why not? I was there just like you. I care for Harrison as well." All Might
insisted.
"Becausethis," Aizawa said waving between the both of them, "Isn't good for
him. You are giving him mixed messages and he is already fragile. Besides that
you are trying to feed him things he shouldn't be eating!" Aizawa explained.
"I disagree! He needs someone that will let him be a child, that will care for
him and be there! Someone that is loving! You showed up and it is nearly 2pm!
I've been here since 8am!" All Might insisted.
"First off, I have been here from around 4 or 5pm until nearly 7am every single
day because I teach! And I stayed the entire weekend. I can't even remember the
last time Ibathed." Aizawa hissed, his eyes angry slits. "Harrison is extremely
neurotic, anxious, and is shy. He is easily distressed on top of being quirk
damaged! You cannot treat a child like him, like any other kid. He needs a calm
structured environment with a strict routine and diet. Along with a calm
guardian able to help ground him. You are the opposite of what he needs." The
man stressed.
All Might clenched his teeth trying his best to continue smiling. "Are you
implying that I would make a bad parent?"
"Do you really want me to answer that? Because I can... and you really likely
won't like my answer no matter how logically my argument will be." Aizawa said
eyes hooded and an eyebrow raised, making All Might twitch. "By no means am I
saying that you wouldn't care about him but loving someone and being able to do
what is best for them, even if it is being stern and forcing them to do things
they don't want to do to help them, are two completely unrelated things. You
want to be friends with everyone and that isn't what Harrison needs."
"Not to be rude but I don't think you know what that poor boy needs at all!
What he needs is someone who can sympathize with him and that doesn't have an
obviously defective shrunken heart like you." All Might said snidely, anger
clouding his thoughts. All he got was a dull unimpressed look from the other
man.
"Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave. Your yelling is disturbing the
patients." A young man in scrubs with silver thread looking hair said.
All Might let out a quiet triumphant snort. "You heard the man."
"Uh no... I'm sorry All Might sir! I'm a huge fan but I-I was actually talking
about you. Mr. Aizawa I actually need to talk to you with Harrison. Just you
know about the sugary." The young man said.
"Of course." The man agreed.
"I'm... I'm not giving up on this. That sweet boy deserves to be happy." All
Might insisted before leaving.
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After that the pair had a bit of a war of sorts. Though kept it more discreet
as not to distress Harrison. In the end with All Might convincing the court to
let him have Harrison... Aizawa wasn't willing to let that slide. He may have
not made nearly as much money but he had a good respectable job with normal
hours and plenty of references. Within two weeks All Might had screwed up the
man hadn't changed the bandages on Harrison's legs as much as he should have
and Harrison's leg had gotten infected, badly. Aizawa didn't have to do much to
get the boy in his custody.
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It had been awkward at first but that was expected. He knew the bedroom and
general stuff was nothing like the other man probably provided but it was still
done nicely and Harrison didn't seem to have any complaints...
Apparently he and All Might practically lived off of things that Harrison
shouldn't have been eating making him irritable when Aizawa cold turkeyed him.
After that, things looked up. The Erasing hero never thought it was possible to
grow so attached to someone in such a short period of time but he did.
"So what are we eating for lunch Mr. Shouta?" Harrison asked.
"At the last checkup.. they said you have low iron and need to up your calorie
intake so you can gain some weight as, like I suspected, you don't absorb
things well and your body burns what you consume extremely fast. So I am making
us Beef with vegetables and noodles." The man said giving Harry a smile.
"Okay, well I want to help. I'm good at cooking!" Harry insisted.
"Alright... as long as you're careful. I don't want you to end up getting
hurt." The man agreed. Trying not to laugh at the adorable excitableness of his
charge.
"I won't, I promise Mr. Shouta!" Harry agreed
"Then we can have apple sauce for dessert." Aizawa said, raising an unimpressed
eyebrow when Harrison made a pathetic groan. "Remember, I'm only looking out
for your well-being. Processed sugars are more likely to cause an imbalance in
your system." The man explained. Grinning, pleased, when Harrison nodded in
agreement.
"That's-that's logical I guess.." Harry relented. Blushing as the man beamed at
him, looking like a proud parent.
After that Aizawa pulled the stool Harrison had been sitting on over to the
stove. Letting Harry add ingredients and stir the food. The pair chatted about
random things that interested them after they finished cooking. The man was
sure that his fellow teacher and loud mouthed friend, Hizashi would turn up
soon. The man practically lived at their home. He was pretty sure it was
because they man was hardly even willing to put the effort into boiling water
let alone actually taking the time to make a full out meal for himself. The man
would completely live off of cheese crackers and instant cups of cheesy rice if
he hadn't been willing to feed the blond. It was ridiculous.
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Children can be cruel. Unbelievably so. Old enough to know how to be
intentionally mean while too young to realize their actions may end up having
consequences and could leave lasting scars, sometimes deadly ones. Even the
teens that the scruffy teacher taught often didn't get that concept until they
were older.
It was the middle of the first day of the second week of class that had come
back in session from summer break when it happened.. Hizashi otherwise known as
Present Mic burst into his classroom, panicking and yelling about needing to
head to the hospital and that he would cover his class. The man forced the
phone he was holding into his hand and shoed him from the room.
Apparently some kids had thought it funny to torment his charge to the point
his quirk had slipped from his weak control and lashed out, destroying part of
the school building and had badly injured 8 people and had given minor injuries
to 19 others. Harrison's quirk had become so out of control that eventually his
body had given out on him and he had to be rushed to the hospital.
By the time he had gotten to the hospital it was so late from the traffic that
Aizawa felt he should have just dismissed his students for the day and ran by
foot to the medical center.
Harrison was still unconscious when he finally was able to see him. Even though
he was supposed to be in Tokyo All Might was already standing by the boy's
bedside. Turning to give Aizawa an accusing look as he held a twitching hand in
the palm of his own. Aizawa felt like someone had taken his Heart and ran over
it.
"How-how could you do something like that to him? Harrison's going to blame
himself for the restof his life for this! He should have never been put into a
school or a situation like that!" All Might chewed out the other man.
"Harrison quirk had only gotten out of control... twice with me since I got
him. I have been teaching him to keep calm and to control himself! We...
haven't even had any problems since the end of the first month I've had him. If
his quirk began to get out of control I would calm him down. I'm not going to
isolate him! Doing so would make him worse and unlike you I have a job with set
hours! I can't just... home school him." The man explained, expression just as
intense.
All Might's eyes narrowed. "Well I certainly can! What you are doing is
endangering both him and others."
Aizawa rubbed his eyes moving to the bed grimacing at the bruise on Harrison's
face. "I forgot to factor in how cruel children can be." He admitted, running
slender fingers through Harrison's soft hair. Trying to calm the terror that
filled his chest. Harrison was alive, he would be alright.
That day ended up being probably the worst of his life.
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Aizawa was told he was no longer Harrison's guardian after months of caring for
him. The man felt like Harrison was his own kid by that point. As much as he
hated to admit it to others he adored the child. Harrison was his son in
everything but blood...even then they looked related... He.. He loved him. The
man had even been working on gaining permanent guardianship of him. That all
came to a screeching halt as All Might convinced some judge friend that he
would be better suited to a kid who was quirk damaged, especially with such a
dangerous quirk. That unlike Aizawa he could home school Harrison and cater to
his needs not having a set schedule and plenty of money. A few days later it
had become official, one Toshinori Yagi had gotten custody of Harrison. The
only thing that had ever made the Eraser hero truly happy and wanting to live
life past his job.
The pair immediately moved to Tokyo after that.
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It was a few years later when Aizawa saw a single thing, other than visitation
rejection letters, to do with one Harrison Lupin-Black. It was nearly 3 in the
morning by the time he got to that particular file and-and he couldn't bare to
even look at it. It was completely illogical but... seeing the file made him
feel physically ill. It... reminded him of everything he lost and everything he
could have had... thought he had, even if for a few short months. The scruffy
man made up an excuse to himself, telling himself that he was just too tired to
finish up and decided to go to bed. That had been a mistake.
Aizawa felt like he had been punched in the gut when Harrison showed no signs
of recognizing him. Not even a flicker. Frankly Harrison didn't look that well
to the man. He was thinner than before, tired looking. What worried him most
was how absolutely terrified he seemed to be of everything. The way he right
away obsessed on everything and how he didn't even seem to know how to interact
with his peers. The boy hadn't been socialized at all since he had been away
from him. Aizawa was certain.
During the quirk tests the first day it became even clearer how messed up the
boy really was. Running around in a clear dazed terror. The last event was
horrific. At first the Erasing hero thought that Harrison had snapped or
something but quickly realized that wasn't it at all. Not even close to the
truth. He was scared out of his mind. Aizawa reacted without thought, using his
quirk in an attempt to get the situation under control as quickly as possible
with so many around. He had no idea that it would just make it worse. He had
talked Harrison down before wanting the boy to learn how to self sooth and calm
himself down. He had no idea that his quirk would make Harrison's own lash out
like that. The only other thing he could think of was, like when Harrison was
younger, to talk the boy down.
After that Aizawa was quick to read through Harrison's folder. Paling as he
read that Erasing quirks were to never be used on him as all they did was make
Harrison's quirk turn into a raging beast of a thing along with dozens of
hospital visits because his quirk was so out of control. Warnings about his
blood sugar levels and general bad health and mental state. Harrison was an
utter mess. Toshinori... All Might.. That man had destroyed him with his
misguided love.
Aizawa was at a lose when Harrison repeatedly refused to visit him like
requested after school. He clearly needed help. He was falling apart at the
seams and he was the only one willing to give him real help. Even Hizashi had
noticed the condition the boy was in. Harrison was clever, figuring out ways to
avoid the scruffy Erasing hero. After trying to talk to All Might and getting
no where Aizawa had enough. The idiot was making Harrison just as self
destructive as himself and he wasn't going to put up with it. It was already
bad enough that the man clearly neglected Harrison to focus on his protegee.
Once he learned that All Might would be gone for nearly 2 weeks, apparently on
some mandatory contracted tour, Aizawa decided that it would be the best time
to act. The man wasn't around to block him from speaking privately with his
student. Who at the time he found him was hanging out with a group of all male
students. He was so oblivious.
After finding out Harrison would be left all alone Aizawa decided that there
was no way that he would allow him to stay alone. Anger filled him at how
careless All Might was. Harrison was clearly not well in any sense of the word
and the man just runs off to smile on TV and to sign some more autographs? What
a shit parent! Seeing Harrison's hand lightly twitch he pulled out the Blood
sugar meter he had begun keeping handy on him like when Harrison was younger.
Pricking the boy's finger. 72. Not good. He was quick to give Harrison a snack.
It became clear nearly immediately as they walked that Harrison was avoiding
the train. The hoboish looking man allowed him to have the pair walk for a bit
to see what he would do but instead of eventually giving in and steeled his
nerves he continued walking. He was obviously use to the long walk all the way
home but unlike Toshinori, Aizawa, wasn't going to allow him to do that. First
off he didn't feel like walking all that way secondly Harrison needed to face
his fears. Anger filled him once again with the other man. How could he let
Harrison get this bad? How couldn't Toshinori understand that he was obviously
bad for him?
Harrison had clearly not liked being on the train but Aizawa did his best to
distract him, ignoring the staticy feeling filling the air. Harrison was
shaking again by the time they got to Toshinori's home. It was of course
beautiful and ugh bright like expected from the Number one smiley hero though
not as large or elaborate as the man was actually expecting.
Aizawa was absolutely appalled at the state of their kitchen. It looked like
the pair completely lived off of sweets and take out. No wonder the both of
them were so sickly. Toshinori was clearly not capable of taking care of
himself let alone another.
The man was sure to take several discreet pictures while Harrison was busy
freaking out. Harrison's body quite obviously seemed to have grown to like all
the processed junk he ate. Ugh. The first time around was bad enough. Causing
Harrison moodiness, fainting spells, terrible head aches, and random fits of
rage for several days before he could completely detox his system. The quirk
erasing hero hadn't just insisted on no processed sugars because he was some
super health nut or something, clearly he wasn't normally. Aizawa practically
lived off of apple sauce, grilled cheeses, and trail mix on week days. It was
because it was what Harrison needed. Both because of his aggressive unstable
quirk and because of his sickly body. Apparently Toshinori had completely
ignored the strict meal plans the hospital had imposed once he got permanent
custody. It wasn't going to be happening anymore.
Living so close to his place of work, Aizawa didn't have a car he could use. He
did have a motorcycle but that wouldn't be any good for groceries so he called
up the only person he could think of, Present Mic, once he had cleared
everything out. Once they got back from shopping then he would make sure
nothing was left behind. He wouldn't even let there be the slightest temptation
left behind. Especially nearly having to fight Harrison for a piece of cake.
Shopping wasn't to bad and dinner ended up good. It felt... nice. Reminding him
of when he and Hizashi and Harrison would have dinner together. If only
Harrison would remember. He was just glad that he got to spend time with the
boy though.
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The spider incident was terrifying and weird. Aizawa was unsure what to think
but he sure wasn't going to let Harrison out of his sight until the situation
was resolved so he set up the blow up bed that he had seen while searching
through the living room closet and had Harrison sleep on it. The man was happy
to take the couch, he wasn't the biggest fan of beds after all and it was one
of the most comfortable couches that he had ever laid on. It reminded him of
the sleep overs he and Harrison and sometimes Hizashi would have when
Harrison's leg was all messed up. He would wake up before the other two to make
food. Hizashi would be sprawled out leg twitching, half of his clothes somehow
nearly off of him, and muttering in his sleep while Harrison would be curled as
small as possible minus his injured leg, nested in blankets.
The smell of food flooded Aizawa's nose waking him in a pleasant delicious
smelling haze. He had obviously forgotten to throw away a few things as
pancakes had been made but he really didn't care all that much at that moment.
It was nice and made him feel nostalgic. The whole situation. Though Instead of
him cooking up breakfast it was Harrison.
It shouldn't have surprised him when he found chocolate in the refrigerator but
it had. He thought he had been pretty thorough but apparently not. He was quick
to confiscate it, though, was happy that the boy was finally starting to be
truthful it didn't mean that he didn't intend to search under ever cushion and
behind every picture frame after that. As Harrison tried to begin complaining
Aizawa reminded him that he was simply looking out for his well-being getting
the boy to quiet down pretty quickly after that. Aizawa pulled a hair tie from
his pocket and put his hair up after grabbing a jar of sugar free jam, sitting
at the bar stool. Startled at the startled yelp he heard.
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"Mr. S-Shouta? I-is that's why you smell...why you sound so familiar?" Harry
stuttered, pale as a ghost.
The man gave Harrison a startled look. His face slowly twisting into a sad
smile. "Finally remembered me?" He asked. His eyes suddenly far less dried out
than they normally were.
Harry burst into tears. "Y-yes! Why didn't you say-say any-anything?" The boy
whimpered, clearly hurt.
"I'm just the guy that had you for a couple of months." Aizawa said trying not
to choke. He could feel his lips twisting upward, almost painfully.
"That's-that's not true!" Harrison insisted, rubbing at his wet cheeks. "I-
I missed you so much and I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you. I-I thought you
just didn't want anything to do with me anymore after.. What happened."
Harrison admitted.
"What? No! Is that what you thought? That isn't true. Never think that again."
Aizawa instantly corrected. Planting his hands on the boy's shoulders to make
sure he had to look him in the face. He allowed Harrison to pull him into a
hug, to reassure him. "I always wanted to see you. But... I wasn't... able."
Aizawa explained. Unsure how to really do so without causing trouble between
Harrison and Toshinori and even though he resented the man and found him
lacking as a parent he wasn't going to destroy that relationship. The man may
have been a terrible parent and an idiot and was even clearly bad for Harrison
but he clearly loved him more than anything.
"Now lets finish up here and I'll report the incident from last night." Aizawa
said, focusing back on his food once Harrison began to calm down.
"No! You can't do that! Dad said he will get in trouble if that happens. I
could get taken away if that happens again!" Harrison insisted, going pale.
"Again?" Aizawa uttered. Trying to control his anger.
"Yes." Harry squeaked, looking anywhere but at his teacher.
Aizawa pulled out his phone. "Well I have to report it. You were clearly in
danger." He said. Ignoring Harrison as he insisted that he didn't and that he
was to instead call the building crew that Toshinori regularly used when his
quirk acted up. "Yes, hello. This is Eraserhead there has been an attack."
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When the police found out that Harrison had been left for weeks at a time since
All Might had gotten him they had been less than pleased or impressed. Of
course he still got a slap on the wrist but it was something. Aizawa has been
assigned to watch the pair for the next year. All Might didn't even know. He
was sure the man would be half way to a heart attack once he got back and saw
that Aizawa had pretty much moved in. The dead tired looking man didn't really
care though because first off he finally was able to spend time with Harrison
again and hopefully pick up from where they left off and secondly he was happy
that he could make sure Harrison was properly cared for. He didn't care what
All Might thought. Harrison would begin to be parented properly and Toshinori
would learn how to at the very least take care of himself.
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Chapter End Notes
     So here is chapter 5! I hope you enjoyed it. Toshinori's going to be
     freaking out soon with all that happened while he is gone! I'm sure
     Mic is going to be getting out the popcorn.
     What should I do next and suggestions?
     Please review! It keeps me motivated and gives me ideas!
     I am also setting up a poll for the pairing of Harry with others to
     see opinions on fanfiction so please vote as the more the write the
     more mixed feelings I am having as I am really starting to like
     several people other than the ones I thought I would. You can vote in
     the comments on here!
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     So next chapter finally done.
     It is actually part of a much longer chapter but I decided to cut it
     in half. Partially because I am unsure of if I am going to rewrite it
     for a 5th time or if I am going to keep the chapter as it is. I plan
     to post the second chapter on facebook either tonight or tomorrow and
     see what you guys think of it. If liked I should have the next
     chapter on here and AO3 around Sunday or Monday.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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"Why is your hair up like that? Come here, that's ridiculously tight." Aizawa
grumbled. Undoing Harrison's elderly nun style bun.
"Dad doesn't like when I have my hair down."
"Well I really don't care what he thinks." The man said. Putting Harrison's
hair up in a messy much looser bun. "How does that feel?" Aizawa asked.
"Much better!" Harry said. Mood lightening up a little even as his head
continued to pound from withdrawal.
"Good, now don't forget your lunch." Aizawa said, stuffing the bag into
Harrison's back pack.
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"Harry, where have you been man?" Kirishima asked as his classmate sat down.
All the boy got was a groan as Harrison flopped his body upper body onto his
desk. Not acting himself at all.
"Are you alright?" Fumikage immediately asked. Not use to such behaviors from
his friend.
"Yeah." Harry grumbled. Forcing himself to sit up and look at his classmates
feeling oddly annoyed.
Several classmates made a variety of odd sounds as they went red faced at the
very sight of him.
"I want anyone that notices any symptoms of low blood sugar in Harrison to
immediately tell me... That can include irritability, sluggishness...,
disorientation, headaches..., shaking and weakness. He is likely to exhibit
such symptoms for... the next... week or so. And just a warning... he may get
irrational.. and to put it bluntly, pissy acting with you because of his...
condition. So don't take any of it to heart." Aizawa said, scratching at his
cheek.
He ignored Yaoyorozu as she tried correcting him. He knew exactly what Harrison
was he didn't need correction just because they wouldn't use their brains or
asking questions.
About two hours into their lesson Aizawa changed subjects. "Now after lunch we
will be doing disaster training. All Might should be back by then as he had to
comeback to school... early and we along with... another, will be taking you
somewhere to work on your rescue skills. Please get everything you need to
sorted out before we go. I really don't want youall to bring distractionsor
schoolwork with you. Put your book bags in your lockers." The man said,
suddenly making his way to Harrison who was nodding. Automatically pricking
Harry and startling the boy awake. After a few moments the machine he pulled
out beeped confirming the man's suspicions. He pulled an apple sauce pouch from
the many folds of his capture scarf and handed it over with a "Drink that"
before walking back to the front of the room. Harrison's body was quite
obviously protesting its new diet which was ironic as the processed sugars that
it loved so much were difficult for it to even process let alone properly burn
safely.
Harrison clearly pouted as he put the pouch straw to his lips. Craving
Strawberry syrup and sugary snacks. He tried his best to ignore the headache
forming behind his eyes.
"Are you feeling alright?" Fumikage asked, eying the hunched form of his
friend.
Harry pulled away from the pouch feeling mildly annoyed. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
He said. Sure he would feel guilty later on for his clipped reply. All he
wanted to do at that very moment was to go to sleep and to take something for
his headache.
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Harrison's self control had completely gone out the window as he got to the
lunchroom. The smells of sugary desserts filling his nose. He ground his teeth
together, clenching his shirt between white knuckled fists as his head pounded
even worse. He regretted avoiding eating lunch with Aizawa.
"Hey, I got you something! Hopefully it makes you feel better!" Kirishima said
with a smile, sitting a piece of cake in front of Harrison.
Harry grinned at the boy after that, grabbing the offered spork. Snapping it in
half as a boy swiped the delicious looking dessert to the floor. A boiling
uncontrollable rage filled him to near explosive levels at that.
"Oops, did I do that? Aww, so sorry!" The boy mocked, grinning.
"Man, not cool!" Kirishima growled.
"I agree that was very rude and-"
"You destroyed my cake! I'm going to rip your throat out!" Harrison snarled,
sparks running over his skin and eyes glowing bright green.
"Woah-woah! That's a complete over reaction! Calm down I can get you another
piece!" Kirishima insisted, more than a little freaked out.
The others around him sat frozen, unused to such aggression from their meek
friend.
"Oh, someone's on their time of the month~." The other boy mocked going wide
eyed when Harrison grabbed him by he shirt and smashed him through the
neighboring table, snarling like a wild beast.
Just as everyone was about to bolt into action and Harrison went to pounce on
the other boy white wrapped around him. "You need to calm down." Aizawa said,
tightening his scarf as Harrison struggled.
"I'm going to kill him!" Harry shrieked, eyes feral.
"No you won't. You are just saying that because your body doesn't like what its
going through so it is making you irrational." The man calmly stated. He
tightened his capture weapon when Harrison began to try his best to wiggle
free.
Aizawa pulled out a bag of trail mix and crouched down calmly murmuring to the
boy in an attempt to get him to settle down. Eventually Harrison leaned himself
against the man feeling completely exhausted and emotionally drained. "You
feeling alright now?" Aizawa asked.
"Tired."
"Well... after you eat something you can sleep for a while then." The man said,
already expecting Harrison to be tired after a rage fit. He patted his head.
"W-what the hell just happened?" Bakugou finally asked. Red cheeked and
breathing hard, eyes looking slightly glazed.
"Yes, it was... alarming." Todoroki muttered, moving to stand next to the
others of his class.
"Weren't you listening to a word I said? Anyway.. It isn't any of your business
what is going on. Let's just say Harrison's body is protesting some healthier
lifestyle changes and it is making our resident angel... moody as hell." The
man said, picking a nearly limp Harrison up. "Give me the bag, Harrison needs
to sleep this off."
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Harrison was so tired from his outburst that he could hardly even eat after it.
Once Aizawa had managed to get him to eat he pulled out a pair of sleeping
bags. Hizashi had promised to wake the pair once it was time for them to leave
giving them nearly 2 hours.
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"Here eat this before you end up trying to kill someone in Hanger... Again."
Aizawa muttered, after observing Harrison on the bus for a few minutes handing
over another bag of trail mix.
"So what's up with that anyway sir?" Iida asked, eyeing Harry scarfing down the
offered food. An oddly annoyed look still on the other student's face.
"Like I said it isn't really anyone's business..." The man said, snatching the
box of pocky Mezo went to offer Harrison. "No feeding Harrison sugary crap.
That goes for all of you." The man grumbled.
"Sir?"
Aizawa let out a suffering sigh. Relenting as he had a feeling that the class
wouldn't stop until he explained what was actually going on. "Harrison has been
put on a strict diet due to health reasons and can't have any processed
sugars." The teacher finally explained. Harrison's eyes like red hot daggers in
their intensity. "Don't look at me like that... I gave you trail mix, eat it."
Aizawa said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh man that sucks!" Kirishima exclaimed. Giving his friend a pitying look.
"It still does not explain the sudden aggressive behavior though." Fumikage
pointed out.
"Don' worry! We'll make sure you don' get stuck eatin' bird food. No offence."
Mineta said conspiratorially, directing the bird bit at Fumikage. The boy
shrieked when Aizawa picked him up by the back of his costume.
"You will do no such thing if you know what is good for you." Aizawa said, an
ominous hint to his tone causing a shiver to run down his student's backs.
"Y-yes sir! Please don' give me extra homework!" The small boy wailed,
sniffling pathetically.
"You really think that is the worst thing I could do?" The man said, looking
unimpressed.
"What, worse? Please don' do something worse sir!" The boy shrieked. Blubbering
to the man desperately.
"Then follow the rules! No giving Harrison sweets. Every time you do... think
of it as you poisoning Harrison a bit more. Like a dog with chocolate... So
stopfeeding Harrison." The man demanded sitting his student back down. Ignoring
Harrison's rather impression of 'Kaachan'.
"What, we've been making you sick? Why haven't you been telling us!?" Sero
asked eyes like dinner plates and a panicked tone of voice making his voice
become almost squeaky.
"Yes! Why was I not informed of such things? As class president I must know
these things to enforce the happiness and safety of my fellow classmates! It is
my duty sir!" Iida insisted, sweating rivers at the very idea that he may have
been neglecting his duties to his fellow classmate.
All he got was an annoyed glare from the boy. Harry's head was absolutely
pounding. He felt actually sick. Harry leaned his head on Fumikage's shoulder
closing his eyes in an attempt to calm the throbbing a bit. Ignoring the sudden
angry snarling from Bakugou.
"You can sleep if you like... I-I will wake you when we get to.. Where ever it
is we are going." Fumikage said, by that point unbothered by his friend's
cuddly behaviors. He was just glad Harrison didn't seem to be reacting
particularly angrily with him in 'her' almost withdrawn acting state.
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"Oh wow! It's Thirteen the space rescue hero!" Uraraka squealed. Personally
Harry didn't care who it was, he just wanted to go back to sleep and to
continue trying to ignore his quirk squirming about like snakes under his skin.
Maybe to find himself a piece of cake or even a cube of sugar. Ugh, how he
craved sugar! Maybe he could get a little taste or something in the teacher's
lounge later? While Mr. Shouta was sleeping.
Fumikage once again allowed the other to lean against him. He didn't give the
action a second thought. They were pretty much best friends by that point after
all. At least... he was pretty sure they were. Harrison had even come over to
his house once.
Fumikage ignored Bakugou and his obviously jealous mutterings. He needed to
learn how to calm down and behave in his opinion... Though that could also be
said of Harrison at least in normal circumstances his friend was sweet,
thoughtful, and friendly. Bakugou most definitely wasn't.
The group listened with avid attention to Thirteen and Aizawa. All but Harrison
eager to start their new training. Fumikage himself half contemplated talking
his teacher into letting his friend sit things out. Harrison obviously wasn't
feeling well. What ever was going on with him was definitely not good. It
worried the teen.
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"Where's All Might? All Might was supposed to be here!" A man's voice hissed
from below. Dozens of what looked to be villain began walking out of a purple
colored mist as the man went on and on.
"Wow! I didn't think we would be fighting real people. It's like a bunch of
actual villains or something!" Kirishima said, excitement lighting up his face.
"Those are the real deal. Villains have infiltrated UA." Aizawa growled. He
pulled a pair of slitted goggles out. "Thirteen, get them out of here. I'll
take care of this!" The man insisted.
"But sir, your quirk isn't suited for something like this! It's meant for one
on one combat and stealth!" Izuku insisted stepping forward.
"Do you really think someone allowed to be a UA hero course teacher would
really only have one trick up their sleeve?" The man muttered sounding offended
as he adjusted the slatted goggles on his face.
"No I guess not but-"
"Get going." The man barked jumping from the platform past the hundreds of
stairs leading to the training plaza.
"S-sir!"
Harry eyes going wide as the man disappeared. He needed to get his dad! There
was just too many of them to deal with on his own no matter how good a fighter
that his teacher was.
"Come on now! We need to alert the other teachers!" Thirteen insisted.
"Not so fast." A male voice said coming from the dark purple mist forming in
front of the fleeing group.
Kirishima and Bakugou had to of course screw everything up with their hit first
think later philosophies moments after the mist like man's speech about being a
league of villains ended. There attack ended up getting everyone sent off to
separate areas. Harrison was glad to end up near the entrance of the area he
was in. Though a few minutes of rain quickly drained that feeling away. It was
freezing! He hated water!
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Harry was freaked out at first at the sight of Mr. Shouta being pummeled by a
giant bird like beast. But at the sight of the silver haired man mocking him
Harrison felt himself slip into a rage fueled madness. He snarled
animalistically at the creature, at the childish man. Feeling energy channel
through him to the point he felt near bursting. He managed to strike out just
as the unnatural thing went to stomp the teacher causing a fist sized hole to
melt through the thing's torso.
"H-Harrison, what do you-you think you're doing?" Aizawa whispered. The
expression on his face, horrified.
"I don't want you to die." Harry said, hardly even focusing on his teacher as
he focused instead on the purple mist like man that seemed to have gained some
sort of interest in him. Gazing assessingly at him. Rage beginning to make him
unable to think straight. The scent of blood in the air sent him over the edge.
"Harrison! Stop! Dam-Damn it, this isn't a good time for a rage fit." The man
hissed. Managing to force himself to his knees even with his arms hanging
uselessly at his sides.
"What do we have here?" The silver haired muttering madman asked. Pulling his
hand away from Tsuyu face only a moment before it would have touched and killed
her. The man covered in hands began scratching at his neck. Looking around in a
confused manner when a gust of wind started up and the hair on the back of his
neck stood up.
"Get away from her!" Izuku yelled using a smash attack. Instead of hitting the
silver haired man he hit the Frankenstein like monster.
"Har-Harrison get out of there, this is-this is crazy!" Izuku pled as he back
pedaled. Looking over at the other as he pled. Recoiling as wild almost
predatory animal like glazed poison green eyes focused in on him. Leaving a
strange sticky fear clinging to the greenettes insides.
"You all need to get out of here! Harrison!" Aizawa snarled, panic filling him
as the man with a decaying quirk approached. His only reply was an animalistic
growl.
Harrison barely managed to grab the man's wrist when he lunged at him. The
smell of burning flesh filled the air.
The man quickly pulled away even as he was being electrocuted, rubbing at the
charred flesh. "That hurt!" The man growled. Though his tone held an almost
fascinated endeared sort of quality to it. He backed off staring at Harrison
with unreadable crimson eyes. Arm twitching. "I wonder?" The man purred,
holding up both hands.
"No!" Aizawa shouted, trying his best to keep himself conscious.
Just as the man went to lunge forward an explosion was heard.
"Don't fear students! Why? Because I'm here!" A familiar heroic voice called.
"It's All Might!" Izuku cheered.
"Huh. It looks like our game will continue." The man said, no longer focusing
on Harrison and instead on the hero. Not even looking back at him as he
suddenly fell over, gasping as suffocating pain lanced through his chest.
"H-H-Harri-son." Aizawa stuttered head nodding as his vision blacked out. The
man fell face first into the concrete as he tried standing. Frantic to get to
his former charge, practically child at least in his mind.
"Well then I think it's time for me to help you take a permanent nap? Don't you
think, Eraserhead?" The man snickered. Reaching his hand outward. Making an
audible yelp as a sudden strong wind whipped past him. Knocking 'father' from
his face, a cold dead preserved hand.
"He doesn't have much time left please get Aizawa to the entrance while I take
care of this!" All Might said, quickly turning back towards the directions the
villain were in.
Tsuya put a finger to her chin in puzzlement. "Of course sir... but where's
Harrison?"
"What? What are you talking about?" The man asked, eyes wide.
"Didn't you see her? She was acting crazy. Like some angry dog or something
guarding Aizawa! She's the reason he's even still alive... I'm pretty sure
she's the reason any of us are. She burned both that crazy guy and left a hole
in that monster. I mean... I wasn't a big one but she still left a hole." Tsuyu
said.
"Yeah! Harry was like really scary! An' cool! You got to go back! I saw her
fall over, all pale!" Mineta said, tears welding up in his eyes.
All Might tried his best to act normal, to not shake or break down like he felt
about to do. If his quirk had been active then-then his blood sugar could have
plummeted or even worse his heart may have given in. "Where-where-"
"She was only a few feet away from Aizawa, ten tops!" Izuku answered,
trembling.
"Alright, I'll find Harrison." The man assured, darting away. He couldn't
believe it. He had just gotten back home a little over four hours before hand
on an emergency call. Something that still hadn't been explained to him past
the basics of his house getting attacked. He hadn't even got the chance to talk
to Harrison let alone see him and he could possibly-possibly be dying!
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Harrison did his best to hide as his chest began to feel tighter and tighter.
Gritting his teeth together, he clutched at the area over his heart. Vison
spotting.
"What do we have here?" A large man with light green hair and green crystal
like skin around his Knuckles purred.
"Looks like a girlie is trying to hide!" Another more slender built man with
white hair, metallic silver eyes, and scythe like nails cackled.
"How pretty. I think girlie should come with us, don't you?" The green haired
man asked his companion.
The white haired man licked his lips. "Of course." He cooed snatching Harrison
up by his throat laughing as he choked and clawed at the blade like nails
digging into his neck.
Terror filled Harrison as his vison began to black out the feeling of wet heat
pooling down his throat and shoulder. Was-was he dying? Harry whimpered as the
man's features distorted becoming deranged and monstrous, stretching and
tarring into a horrifying melted mess. Harry could hear his heart hammering
like a drum in his ears. A tongue on his throat and whispered words, ozone
smell and pained screams. Suffocating. Drowning.
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"Harrison! No... B-Black Shadow help me! Guard my back." Fumikage commanded.
Trying his best not to shake at the sight of his friend covered in deep gouges.
He tore at his cape ignoring the pain from Harrison's twitching body giving off
tiny zaps and the absolutely destroyed area around them.
"Blood. Harry's hurt!" The bird headed boy's shadow croaked, whimpering.
"I know Dark Shadow, I know." Fumikage muttered, doing his best to wrap the
cloth around his friend's blood soaked neck. "We need to keep pressure on her
neck. I-I think something vital may have been hit." Fumikage told his shadow.
"H-help me." A burned lump of a man gasped.
Fumikage forced himself not to look over. To continue to ignore the smell of
burned flesh. Harrison was his priority, he reminded himself. That person was a
villain. A villain that attacked his friend! Once Fumikage had wrapped the
dripping wounds as best as he could he began to run. Refusing to admit to
himself it was more because he was afraid he would get sick from the smell of
roasted people then because he was trying to get help for his friend. Even
though he was definitely trying to get help. How hadn't anyone noticed the
destruction of Harrison's quirk? It was monstrous in proportion. He was easily
able to hear and feel the sonic booms created by the fight between All Might
and someone else but it still should have been noticeable. Why hadn't anyone
come to help? Or at the very least see what was happening? He was quite certain
that those two hadn't just been interesting in fighting Harrison with the
careful cut to the side of 'her' pants. That and the fact that the... the
button on the front of them had been undone. What if her quirk hadn't kicked
in? No, he couldn't think about that!
Dark Shadow did its best to quickly propel the bird headed boy over the
slippery glass like ruble spewn about. Still whimpering and croaking in worry.
Repeating a mantra of 'Harry hurt' as they did their best to try and get to a
teacher or at the very least their other classmates.
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"I-I still can't believe it.. Harrison is a-a he?" Fumikage said, his face hot
with a blush. His best friend... was a boy? But-but he was so pretty! And
everything about his personality screamed sweet innocent dotting little muffin.
And how hadn't he picked up on or figured out that his best friend was a he?!
Recovery Girl rolled here eyes. "Yes, and I still can't believe that he nor any
of the teachers thought to tell anyone. Though it isn't really any of my
business.." The elderly woman said, shrugging.
Fumikage nodded. Promising himself that he wouldn't say a word until his friend
gave him permission. He still couldn't believe that if he hadn't acted as fast
as he had his friend's heart would have given out. His blood sugar, calcium,
and potassium levels had been so low that his heart didn't even have anything
left to run off of! Now the other boy was so low on iron that along with
practically everything else, they had to begin giving him iron as well. He
didn't think it was even possible for someone to not be able to be given blood
but apparently Harrison couldn't. His body was so specialized to his quirk,
down to his blood, that it would only accept his own blood. Anyone else's would
have ended up dying almost immediately, turning to clotted sludge in his veins.
Thankfully, Recovery girl had a couple of bags stored incase of emergency. Even
then it had justbeen enough to keep him alive while she stitched him back
together.
Fumikage grimaced at the light clunking of the rubber coated cuffs around his
friend's wrists as they shifted. He decided that maybe it would help if he got
a few of the others there when he woke up again. Hopefully Harrison wouldn't
need to be sedated again. Her-his screams of fear had been terrible. He never
wanted that to happen again.
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"What! When did this happen? You-you can't just-just move in without at least
asking! I may have great respect for you Aizawa but Ha-Harrison is my-my son!"
Toshinori stuttered. Horrified, at both the idea of he man living with them and
the visible changes to the house. He held his side shuffling to the
refrigerator. He needed something sweet to deal with this. How could they think
he was being a bad parent? Harry was in school and was afraid of planes. He was
being responsible. Harry insisted that he go! He wasn't doing anything that
Harrison wasn't okay with. Toshinori made sure to talk to him about it.
"He was mine before you had to stir everything up and that shouldn't matter
right now! I'm not trying to ruin anyone's life or... anything like that. I
just want to help Harrison and make sure he gets proper care. We should be
working together to help Harrison. Don't you get it? He was attacked, he nearly
died!" Aizawa growled through his bandages. Both of his arms were in slings,
completely wrapped along with most of his face.
"I-I understand that but-"
"But nothing. Harrison needs to understand that we are there for him. We can't
be fighting around him. We need to agree on how to handle everything. Like I
said, years ago, Harrison needs a strict stable routine along with diet. I know
you are busy after school. I am to most days, but he needs to have more time
spent with him. Just... because he says he is okay doesn't mean that he is. You
thought I was a heartless bastard back then for being 'controlling' but I
wasn't. If you had actually... looked it my background other than for dirt on
me you would know that I have a minor focused on Quirk damaged individuals,
specifically children and teenagers. I know what I am talking about." Aizawa
explained.
"Fine, but do we really need to be that strict? Harrison never does anything
bad, why would we need to control him?" Toshinori asked, feeling bad for even
having such a discussion. He-he was starting to feel a bit desperate by that
point.
"Ugh, that has nothing to do with this. Harrison needs a routine every single
day as a means of stability. Structure.Harrison is a very stressed nervous
person to begin with he has already had to be repeatedly sedated since this
whole thing happened. We need to assure him that everything will be okay."
Aizawa insisted.
"What? Like make him talk to a councilor or something?" Toshinori snorted.
"Yes, that would probably help to! He has been through a trauma and should be
able to talk to someone about it. He obviously won't talk to either of us about
what happened. He is afraid of burdening us. If I... could get the others to go
talk to someone I.. would. I feel like all of our students should probably see
someone. We are professionals, even though they are first year heros in
training these are still kids. They aren't ready for this." Aizawa explained.
Giving the other man a dull look as he made an uncomfortable clear of his
throat.
"I know... I should have been there sooner. You don't have to rub it in."
Toshinori muttered, suddenly hunching into himself. The guilt was eating him
alive. Those poor kids, they must have all been so afraid! He didn't need to be
constantly reminded of his failure.
Aizawa sighed, clearly irritated. "You... you still don't get it do you? I'm
not rubbing anything in. No one could have predicted that this..."The man tried
his best to make a sweeping gesture with his slings, "would happen. I'm
grateful that you helped us all but.. You don't seem to get that you shouldn't,
not anymore. You don't take care of yourself at all. Eating sweets and take
out, transforming all the time when you clearly shouldn't, running around all
over the place... You are killing yourself plain and simple."
Aizawa gave himself a moment to collect himself before continuing his speech.
"You are, even if not purposefully, teaching Harrison to be justas self
destructive... Same with Midoriya just... in a different way. I mean do you
really think Harrison doesn't get it? Doesn't notice how you are falling apart
right in front of him?" Aizawa exclaimed becoming a little louder as his eyes
turned to slits.
"Of course he puts a smile on his face while his own quirk is ripping him
apart! While he sits here all alone, a total mess. We may not get along the
best when it comes to him... but he loves you and you make him happy and he
doesn't want to burden you... when the slightest bit of stress now a days has
you coughing up blood.. You are a good person but... also misguided. I need you
to promise me.. that you will start taking better care of yourself or I don't
think I can consider it safe for Harrison to keep living in this environment. I
was hardly able to even get him to go to sleep... He's falling apart." Aizawa
said in a firm dead serious tone of voice the only clear indication that he was
feeling emotional was a quick clear of his throat.
Toshinori did his best not to tear up at what the other man had said. It was
true. His sweet boy could hardly even sleep and even before the incident.
Toshinori had woken up more than one occasion with Harrison curled up asleep at
the end of his bed or staring at him like he was lost in his head, looking
exhausted and haunted. But.. But he was All Might. His very image kept citizens
felling safe and cared about. He kept the bogeymen at bay and those that may
have thought about doing something bad from doing so. He wasn't just the symbol
of peace, he was peace! Wasn't it selfish to stop? To take that comfort away
from Japan? Especially when he could still keep at it, even if for a limited
time?
Maybe Aizawa was... right though. Was he really effecting his boy that badly? A
cruel little voice in the back of his mind said yes that he was. That he had
just ignored it, he didn't want to acknowledge that he had upset his boy that
Harrison was being torn down with him and he accepted the fake assurances and
never looked farther into anything. He just accepted anything that Harrison
said to him because he didn't want to deal with the truth. He wanted to
continue to feel like the squeaky clean super hero.
Toshinori rubbed at his face, not allowing a single tear to drip from his eyes.
Would he actually ever live long enough to even see Harrison graduate at the
rate he was going...? The man let out a short self depreciating laugh at the
thought. "I-I'll try. I... will... try to take better care of myself... for-for
Harrison's sake." The emaciated blond finally said after several agonizing
minutes of silence.
"Good. I'm glad that you have finally come to that decision. Check to see if
Hizashi is here yet. He's going to help me out since I can't use my hands at
the moment." Aizawa said.
"W-what? Why him? I don't want him learning where I live! No one is supposed to
know that I live here at all!" Toshinori all but squeaked, fumbling and
flailing about in panic.
"Really? Well he's been here pretty much the entire time you were gone. He even
took Harrison and I grocery shopping." Aizawa said.
Toshinori made an alarmed almost strangled noise. Immediately pulling open the
refrigerator and eeped. Horror crossed his face as nothing was left unthrown
away. Nothing but food that had to be cooked or chopped or something other than
reheated filled the entire thing. It was his worst nightmare! The man may have
liked his bentos and to even cook a meal every once in a while but to actually
have to do it everyday? No thank you! He was a busy man after all that quite
liked his take out even if the food did more than occasionally cause him
terrible 'stomach' pain and... other.. Issues. Toshinori twisted around to face
the mummy like man again. "Where did it all go?"
Aizawa rolled his eyes. "I threw it away of course. Had a regular old mold
museum in there. Can't live off of sweets and fast food in either of your
conditions."
Toshinori practically scurried to the cupboards.
"Already cleaned those out."
The thin man then went to reach above the refrigerator.
"There to. I have literally cleaned out every inch of this place. By the way
wasn't going to bring it up as it isn't really my business.. But what is up
with all of the... merchandise that you keep of yourself..? Isn't that more
than a little narcissistic... and I don't know, creepy?" Aizawa said in a dead-
panned tone of voice.
"NO! It-s well-"
"My dude! Baby doll finally taking a nap?" Hizashi asked strutting right into
the house like he owned the place. Papers under one arm and a bag in the other.
He didn't even wait for an answer before continuing to speak.
"So I was thinking since I'm stuck cooking for like... the first time in how
many years? We could have some pan seared tuna with veggies and some rockin'
pan glazed pineapple! Sounds good eh?" Hizashi said, grinning ear to ear. "I
was just, you know going to make some cheesy rice but then the whole super diet
things... So yeah, going to get my high school Home Ec. Skills out!" The man
announced. He carelessly pushed past Toshinori, quickly starting to work. Both
Toshinori and Aizawa could only stare as the man artfully began to toss knives
around and chopped ingredients up. Clearly showing off as he continued to cook.
"Sha-bang my man!" Hizashi said with a laugh, sliding a steaming plate of food
in front of Aizawa. His long hair falling in his face and out of the ponytail
he had it in as he flipped it back over his shoulder.
Aizawa only managed to find his voice after sitting staring for a few moments.
"You... can cook?"
"Yeah, course I can. Hate it though. Ugh, as bad as yard work! It isn't so bad
when I'm cooking for my two best dudes though!" Hizashi said, tone flirty.
"Hizashi." Aizawa growled.
"Yeah yeah, I'm a going to get Baby doll." Hizashi said, snickering a bit.
"Wait for me, 'Kay?" He insisted making 'pew pew' noised and finger guns before
walking away.
"What the?"
"Don't even ask." Aizawa grumbled, huffing.
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"Here you are sweet cheeks!" Hizashi teased completely unaffected by what was
essentially a death glare of the highest caliber aimed at him from his best
friend. The man held a spoon to Aizawa's lips looking completely amused by
everything going on. From Toshinori's uncomfortable flush to Harry's weak
amused smile.
"Your pushing it Hizashi." Aizawa hissed.
Hizashi huffed like a child. "You're no fun!"
"You really think I care? Harrison stop picking at your bandages!"
 End Chapter 6
Chapter End Notes
     I hope everyone likes this! Lot of crazy stuff happening next
     chapter.
     So I will have the next chapter on facebook either late tonight or
     likely tomorrow to see what everyone thinks of it before deciding if
     I need to revise it for a 5th time or keep it!
     I now have a poll up for who Harry should end up in with this!
     Fumikage is, much to my surprise, winning!
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Alright so I decided to keep going with what I had as no one seemed
     to have any objections on my facebook.
     I am going to start on the new chapter for this story soon and am
     nearly done with the next chapters for both 'Like the glow of Light
     Green Emeralds' and my story 'Not the Place I was hoping for'.
     I have a pull up for this story by the way. It is of who you want
     Harry to end up with! Please vote either through comments or on the
     poll if you would like a say in who Harry ends up with.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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"Harrison and Mr. Aizawa, they're both back!" Izuku exclaimed.
"Mr. Aizawa looks terrible should he be back?" Mina asked.
"Yeah, he looks like a mummy... How can he even teach. Can he even use his
hands?" Tsuya pointed out.
"Look at Harry, she doesn't look that great either. Wrapped to the chin.. and
pale as a ghost." Kirishima muttered, grimacing.
"Does she even have enough blood?" Denki whispered, looking creeped out at the
stark deathly paleness of his fellow classmate.
Fellow students watched, startled as Fumikage immediately got up from his seat.
"Here let me grab that for you. I am sure you shouldn't be carrying things this
heavy yet." He insisted, nearly snatching Harrison's bag from him. Eyeing the
hard cast around the others entire upper and lower arm.
"Well that just solved one thing on the agenda." The mummy like teacher said.
"What do you mean sir?" Uraraka asked. Pressing her fingers together.
"Oh, just the 'volunteer' to help Harrison for the next couple of weeks. You do
what ever is wanted or needed no matter how annoying. Pretty much have to spend
every waking hour with him while at school and if Toshinori is too busy you may
have to possibly help Harrison with stuff after school to." Aizawa explained in
a bored drawl.
"Who's Toshinori?" Todoroki questioned.
"Who cares about that! Step aside bird brained extra! I'm going to Harrison's
warhorse!" Bakugou declared, standing in his seat. A terrifying snarl on red
tinted his face and sparks bursting from his palms. Ignoring Iida's horrified
lecturing.
"Sit down." Aizawa said in flat tone.
"Yeah! You aren't even in any of her extracurricular classes. Unlike me!"
Kirishima said, cheerfully pointing at himself.
"You mean that business class you're nearly failing in?" Todoroki unhelpfully
butted in.
"Not cool man! I had no choice! It was one of the only slots left open! Unlike
you I wanted a completely different class!" Kirishima insisted.
"Harrison's in the business classes? I thought those were pretty hard." Sero
said.
Harry squirmed. "S-same as Eijiro..."
Todoroki snorted. "Says the one that's part of the top 5 in that class."
"Really?" Yaoyorozu said.
"Wow, that's pretty amazing Harrison!" Tsuya praised. Izuku nodding along with
her.
"Yes, quite the achievement. Not surprising though with you having the second
best entrance exam scores." Iida said, making excitable robot movements.
"Leave Harrison alone, now... Fumikage will help Harrison. If he is too busy or
doesn't share a class with Harrison than... Mezo will help out since neither of
them has a tendency to act irrationally or to act like rabid animals... when
around Harrison." Aizawa said giving the fuming Bakugou a pointed look. "If
neither of them can help Harrison then Sero or Kirishima is to help Harrison
since I know there are going to be arguments if we don't get this figured out."
"Sir, why are you only picking boys?" Uraraka asked, making Fumikage nearly
choke. "Us girls can help to! Anyways, isn't that more... appropriate?"
"First off... Harrison is friends with all four and feels comfortable with
them. Secondly-"
Mezo lunged steadying Harrison as he nearly feel from his seat from a dizzy
spell. It rushed through him in like a frozen wave even as his cheeks burned.
"Harrison's blood levels are still not great. Cease trying to provoke... or
bother Harrison in anyway. I don't want a pass out. Please inform me if these
symptoms continue... If you think you need to go lay down you can at any point.
Just inform me so I can have someone help you to the nurse's office." Aizawa
said, eyeing Harrison wearily.
"I'm fine, really! Just.. Just moving around more than before." Harry assured
the man as his vision began to right itself.
"Uhuh.. Eat your snack." The man grumbled, shuffling to his podium after one
last long look.
"Alright, since the villains attacked the public has been in a frenzy. It has
caused some to lose confidence in our ability and ability to protect our
students... To restore this confidence Principal Nezu has said that we are
still going to... have the Sports festival. That means that all of you have the
chance to be recognized and to gain internships with real professional heroes.
It's a big deal so take this seriously. You only have three chances throughout
your entire high school career so make it count..." The man looked around the
classroom meaningfully. "This is your future we are talking about... Now it was
going to be held next week but it has been bumped up two weeks. So you have
three weeks to improve your skills, got it? You all better try your best."
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"He needs to see someone! I am sorry Toshinori, but Harrison obviously was more
effected by what happened to him then he is letting on. His quirk has lashed
out at 4 people now. 2, his own friends! Only 3 days Toshinori, this has
happened in a matter of a couple of days! He needs to get this under control
before anyone else gets hurt including himself." A creature that looked to be a
mix between a mouse, a dog, or a bear in sharp dress clothes said. Sounding
rather sad. "Harrison is an excellent student and from what I have heard
interviewing his classmates, very sweet, but this can't be happening again,
young Mr. Kirishima had to stay overnight in the nurse's office. You are lucky
that he and his parents were being so understanding. His parents might not be
so understanding the next time though."
"S-sir."
"Here, this is the address for the practice that we usually use. I already set
up an appointment for today, 1:30. I don't know much about this new councilor
that they have but I'm sure he's good." Nezu said.
"But sir, I have to work and.. We don't have a car here." Toshinori shuttered.
Flailing about in a panic.
"Oh, that's perfectly fine. Hizashi already volunteered to take him. I'm glad
you both have become such good friends. I was worried, with Aizawa to! He has
told me that you are taking better care of yourself now. That makes me very
happy to hear." Nezu praised. "Anyway, it is nearly 12:30 already. I just
thought you would like the address for later appointments. Hurry along
Toshinori. Class is about to start." The strange furry creature said, a
pleasant smile on his face.
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"Hey everyone! Sorry I gotta' take Harry from you!" Present Mic said, making
cheerful 'pew-pewing' fingers.
"Why? I already said Harry didn't mean-"
"No no no! Baby doll isn't in trouble my spiky dude, ya hear? Harr's got a
doctor appointment." Mic assured a panicked looking Kirishima.
"Oh, well that's good." The boy said, looking immediately relieved.
Harry went pale at the thought. He was sure that his regular doctor couldn't be
used. He lived in Tokyo. That meant that he had to deal with a stranger. It was
already stressful enough when he went to recovery girl.
"Come on, leeet's a go!" Mic insisted in his usual boisterous fashion. Herding
Harrison from the room before he could even think to protest or even open his
mouth.
While in the car Mic sang to some toons wiggling in his seat in a parody of
dancing, gulping down an energy drink as he tapped his hands against his
steering wheel enthusiastically.
Harrison sat stock still the entire time. Nervous. Only loosening up near the
end of the ride as Hizashi tried cheering him up.
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Harrison didn't like this man. This man who called him dangerous and quirk
damaged and said that he must have had abusive parents, bad parents. That his
inability to get past abuse that didn't exist was the reason that he had so
many problems. That he still never got over his attachment to them so he
couldn't trust anyone 100%. That part... may have been a bit true but even
though Sirius was kind of a risk to himself and other of no fault of his own...
as he was a walking disaster, he had been a loving parent. And Remus though
often busy, was a fantastic parent in every sense of the word.
"As I don't see any other way to be able to help you. It is a good thing that
Nezu got everything in order or I wouldn't have been able to properly treat you
until next month, my schedule is so busy. So all I have to do is give you this.
Though I already did." The cyan haired man said, holding out a cup and pinched
his fingers together. A mercury like fluid oozed from the tips.
Harry trembled, his empty plastic cup falling to the ground. "What?-"
"Well you see... I am able to produce a liquid that is able to de-age those
that consume it depending on how much I add and the consistency I produce I can
control within a few months to what age my patients will regress to and for how
long by about a week. It is very useful for those that were quirk damaged
especially at a young age." The man said, eyeing Harry like a lazy cat.
"A side effect is that what ever they remember from that time gets replaced by
the new memories... Very useful for such a treatment. I can't, let's say,
regress one to the state of a baby if their quirk appeared around the normal
time. Around 4 though I am unsure why. I am thinking that your quirk developed
younger than that though, just the way it integrated. Though don't worry. I
only gave you enough to make you.. Maybe three? For a few weeks." The doctor
said. Not even pausing in his speech for a second as Harrison fell to the floor
and began to shrink before his eyes. Writhing in pain.
"Well... I better go get your guardian now. Looks like it's about complete."
The man said after several minutes, shrugging.
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"He's like a baby! I-what the hell did you do to Harrison? What am I spossed'
to do?" Mic shrieked. Hands on his head as he stared down at his passed out
temporary charge laying on a cot. What kind of wackadoodle place was this?
"Here, it's all in the pamphlet." The man said holding out the cheerful looking
little brochure.
Hizashi smacked it away, "I don't care about no pamphlet! You turned my best
friend's kid into a mini-muffin! That's not cool man!"
"Well I did specifically say that either family members or parents are suppose
to bring damaged children to their first treatments." The man pointed out
unhelpfully.
"Your lucky that my man ain't here, he'd bust your ass even with both of his
arms broken! Like don't you get that this is no bueno man? Shouta's going to
flip!" Hizashi hissed. Lips and side of his eye twitching at the man's
indifferent damaged child comment.
The man rolled his eyes. "Calm down sir. It's only for a few weeks and I am
sure that he will not be nearly as upset as you think he will. It is always
nice having a tot around the house and I am sure both parents will be happy
with the results. I have a 93% success rate after all!" The man bragged.
Pushing up neon green cat's eye glasses.
"I'm pretty sure no one's going to be singing praises to a guy that turns their
kid into a baby! Unless they have some freaky ass fetish or have kidnaped 'em
or something man!" Hizashi hissed, raising his voice a bit.
"I feel like you are acting irrationally, sir. I am going to have to ask you to
leave if you don't calm down."
"You're trying to say without Harr' right? Yeah, no-" Mic said, gathering Harry
up as quickly as possible. "Be expecting a visit from the popo man, ya' hear?"
Mic insisted, dramatically pointing at the man and doing a 'I'm watching you
gesture at him'. Then he grabbed a hand full of the formerly offered pamphlets
before skedaddling.
"Man this ain't cool! Don't know what to do!" Mic whined, strapping Harry in.
The left over shirt on the tots tiny frame looked more like a long gown than a
shirt.
"Shouta, going to string me up by my balls for this!"
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"What? 2 weeks? He's going to be like this for two weeks?" Toshinori squeaked,
blood dripping from his mouth. Harrison was so adorable but this was so freaky!
How were they supposed to take care of a toddler Harry?
"Approximately... Or less! It could be less time. Apparently this quirk
isn't... an exact science." Nezu laughed.
"Yes, or it could be 3 weeks." Aizawa pointed out in a angered tone his
hardened gaze softening a bit as Harrison nuzzled up against the pillow he was
curled around, still weak and sleepy.
"Think of this as the chance to experience his childhood with him. I am sure
even though the pair of you don't agree on parenting styles that you both could
enjoy that." Nezu insisted.
"I can't even use my arms." Aizawa said, looking ready to roll his eyes.
"That doesn't matter!" Nezu said. "It is the experience that counts."
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"So uh, what are we going to do? We don't have anything he can use." Toshinori
pointed out, cramped up in the back seat of Hizashi's vehicle.
"Uh, we're going to the mall, duh!" Mic said, as if it were obvious.
"M-mall? We can't go there! I'm sure it will freak Harry out!" Toshinori
insisted. Tone panicky.
"What do you expect him to do then? Run around in his undies? He don't even
have any that fit!" Mic snorted.
"But I'm sure-"
"He needs clothes. End of discussion." Aizawa grumbled.
"But"
"We are supposed to be trying to get him to calm down and not be as afraid of
everything. Your way obviously doesn't work does it?" Aizawa immediately
sniped.
"Well um-"
"That's what I thought. He is being parented my way this time." The man said
with such finality and firmness all Toshinori could do was squeak in agreement.
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Harry groaned feeling oddly sore. An oddly familiar mixture of scents filled
his sensitive nose making him feel nice. Harry slowly forced himself into
sitting position, rubbing at crusty eyes.
"Hey, sweetie!" Toshinori awkwardly cooed.
Confusion swept through Harry. The first thing that came to mind was Daddy, but
this wasn't his Daddy. His Daddy smelled like... maybe smelled like doggies
and-and other stuff...? and looked nothing like this person. Right? Or was he
this person? Was this daddy? Who smelled like sweet stuff and after it rained
and made him feel happy? Of course this was daddy! But where was his Mummy?
Anxiety filled him at the lack of him.
"Well, were here my dudes!" The man with long crazy hair announced. He seemed
familiar to. Was he mummy? Wasn't mummy loud to?
Toshinori was eager to get out of the cramped space of the car. Smiling as
Harry held up his tiny arms. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, he was just so
adorable after all!
"Don't put him on the ground man, he doesn't have shoes!" Hizashi insisted.
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Harry was so confused. How was this man his mummy? His brain insisted he was
but wasn't his mummy crazy? It didn't make any sense. Maybe it was daddy? His
brain felt fuzzy like he was trying to remember something from a long time ago.
Even the memory of their smells was weak, like mist.
"We are not getting this for Harrison! Hizashi, get that out of the cart for
me." Aizawa demanded. Making the man snatch out the All Might outfit. "Harrison
will be looking like a presentable human being. Not all of us are willing to
allow our children to wear pajamas out in public."
"But they are adorable!" Toshinori pressed.
"They are a monstrosity and you are a closet narcissist." Aizawa dead panned.
"Now Harrison is going to need socks, shoes, a few pairs of pants and shirts,
possibly a jacket as he doesn't seem to have any control of his body
temperature. We should also get a car seat and possibly some other things."
Aizawa said.
"On it boss!"
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Harry had been a bit hesitant at first with Aizawa but had quickly grown
comfortable with the man. Eagerly babbling to him by dinner. Adoration for the
man all consuming.
"Ouch, no! Biting's bad." Hizashi said, emphasized the word bad. Getting an
upset uncomfortable grumble in response, rubbing at his face to try and ease
the soreness.
"Hurs'!" Harry whimpered as the man pulled his hand from Harrison's mouth.
"Biting hurts!" The man agreed, rubbing at his slightly reddened hand.
"He bit me earlier to. I didn't think he would ever be a bit of a biter."
Toshinori said with a frown.
Both men eeped as Harrison burst out in tears. His eyes glowing a poison green
as lightning jumped from his skin. Drool ran down his chin as he let out a
wail.
"What did you do man?" Hizashi shrieked.
"I didn't do anything, you did!"
"No I didn't man! He's going to hurt himself, do something!" Hizashi demanded.
Cowering from the lightening.
"Get out of the way! What is wrong with the both of you?" Aizawa hissed. Arms
still in their slings. "Harrison calm down there is nothing to be upset about.
We can't fix what is bothering you if you don't use your words." The man said,
in a gentle but firm tone.
"Mum-mmy!" Harry sobbed holding up pudgy twitchy handed arms.
What little of the dark haired man's cheeks were exposed tinted pink though
quickly went away as he focused on Harrison again. "Just breath. Settle down,
every~thing's okay." Aizawa said, unable to keep a slight coo from his voice as
he did his best to sooth Harry. He still couldn't believe that Harrison had
begun to call him Mommy while he called Toshinori Daddy. Though from what
Toshinori had explained, Harrison's father had supposedly had blond hair and no
facial hair. His apparently male mother had black hair very much like his own
and scruff on his face. So he guessed in some strange way it made sense. Though
according to the man Harrison's mother had sounded like he was eccentric to the
point of crazy and his father was the calm firm responsible figure. Their rolls
should have been reversed in Harrison's mind. Probably why Harrison had been a
little bit wary of him at first.
The man gave Harrison a bit of a smile after several minutes of firmly telling
Harrison that he needed to calm down and tell him what was wrong. The boy let
out deep heaves of breath as his quirk receded, sniffling pathetically as he
rubbed at his eyes. "Good. Now tell me what the problem is." Aizawa said.
"Hurs'!" Harry mumbled. Soaking his hand in saliva as he rubbed at his face.
"Eew, should he be drooling that much?" Hizashi said, cringing.
"Of course not. Check his mouth." Aizawa insisted.
"But he's drooling and bites!" Hizashi whined petulantly.
"One of you better do as I say or so help me-"
"Fine-fine. I'm Harrison's dad, I'll do it." Toshinori grumbled. Carefully
crouching down. "Can you show.. Um Daddy... were the hurt is? Open your mouth?"
The man asked.
"His teeth... they haven't all come in. I thought he was supposed to be around
3? He's missing some of his molars and his canines." Toshinori said, startled.
"No wonder the tike is fussing!" Hizashi said.
"He has very specialized teeth, maybe it took him longer than most to have them
fully grown in?" Aizawa hypothesized.
"Makes sense." Hizashi agreed.
After removing and washing his hands Toshinori picked Harrison up and ran
soothing fingers through his hair. Letting him snuggle into him as he calmed
down.
"So... What are we going to do tomorrow? We have to work still, remember?"
Hizashi pointed out.
 End Chapter 6
Chapter End Notes
     They were all actually going to find out that Harry was a boy in this
     chapter but I decided on this. I have rewrote this chapter nearly
     half a dozen times and decided as no one seemed against this, that I
     would just keep the chapter as it was.
     Trying to think up ideas for next chapter so suggestions would be
     appreciated!
     Please review! It helps me with motivation and ideas and helps me
     know what everyone things!
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter ended up being about 5500 words without Author's notes.
     Super surprised I managed to finish it as I am in the middle of doing
     papers and stuff for finals.
     Please vote and tell me what you think!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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"No picking at your bandages Harrison." Aizawa said firmly. His heart let out a
little pitter patter when big attentive green eyes looked up at him and a
affectionate smile lit the tot's face. "Okay?" The man pressed after giving
himself a moment to compose himself.
After making a grumble Harry nodded, his delicate little hand still worrying at
the wrappings. "'Kay Mummy."
The man sighed, wishing that he was able to use his arms all the more. Just a
few more days. Aizawa reminded himself. A few more healings. He gave Toshinori
a pointed look when the man simply gave Harry a dopey adoring look. Ugh,
useless.
"Hey there squirt, listen to your mom!" Hizashi said, carefully forcing little
fingers from bandages. "I know it's itchy but you're just going to have to
deal." The man murmured. "Now lets get you some chow, yeah?"
"Thank you Hizashi." Aizawa said after the man loaded a plate for the three of
them. Sitting Harry on his lap.
"'Course! Hopefully Toshi get's out of the shower soon, his food's gettin'
cold." Hizashi said, running a hand through his long blond hair.
"I told him that he should have showered last night. We may have to pack up his
breakfast for him if he doesn't get out soon." Aizawa muttered in an
exasperated tone. Leaning over to take the strew of the smoothie Hizashi had
made him, into his mouth. He rather drink his breakfast than have to be feed.
He smiled as he watched Harry doing his best to feed himself, Hizashi leaned
over, one arm around Harry's torso as he ate. The man may have been obnoxious
but he seemed completely happy and natural helping to care for Harry.
"Hey baby doll, want to try some of mine?" The man cheerfully asked. Cutting
off a couple tiny pieces of steak and held them up to Harry. Smiling as Harry
happily ate them, making pleased little noises.
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"I wonder why we are meeting Mr. Aizawa out here?" Iida said.
"Yeah, I hope he doesn' plan on makin' us do another one of those quirk tests!"
Mineta muttered, sweating rivers.
"You all finally made it. Good." Aizawa drawled. "We will be working outside
today."
"What did you find us?" Hizashi cooed at Aizawa's side to an excited Harry.
Making an alarmed noise as the boy placed a toad in the man's outstretched
hand. Looking like a delighted puppy proudly showering its owner what it had
caught them. Mic was quick to get rid of the bumpy little monstrosity. Ugh, he
hated nature!
"Who's the kid?" Sero asked. The other students nodded confused as they watched
the English teacher go green at whatever was handed over to him.
Harry turned to look at the people making so much noise. He whimpered a bit.
Nervous to be around so many though they seemed familiar... Smelled familiar.
Harry's eyes widened at the sight of an adorable bird person. Something flooded
his chest in a pleasant contenting way at the sight of him.
"What the Fuck? That kid looks like Harrison!" Bakugou barked.
"Don't curse around a child Bakugou! It is completely inappropriate behavior
that one so young should not be exposed to!" Iida scolded the teen.
"Yes, I would try to control your mouth if I were you. I don't want Harrison to
develop any bad habits while at such an impressionable age." Aizawa grumbled,
giving Bakugou a look that promised pain if he wasn't careful.
"W-what? Harrison?" Mineta squeaked, eyes the size of softball as they looked
to nearly bulge out of his head when he realized that the kid did indeed look
like his only 'female' friend.
"Yes... Harrison." The dark haired man said in a tired tone of voice. The
slightest smile crossing his face as Harrison immediately looked up at him at
the sound of his name. Attentive and waiting.
"How is that possible? Where is Harrison?" Uraraka said, frantically looking
around.
Aizawa groaned. "We didn't have a babysitter and... principal Nezu insisted on
us bringing Harrison to work with us. Harrison... was affected by a powerful
deaging quirk that will last anywhere between 1 to 3 weeks. Harrison... seems
to have some minor recollection of at least us, Toshinori, Present Mic, so
there will likely be some of most of you as well but I can't be sure of how
much."
"S-so that's-that's Harrison?" Midorya stuttered pointing at the adorable child
leaned against his teacher's leg, holding some stuffed dog thing. Not acting
even the least bit apprehensive of cuddling with the man.
Aizawa rolled his eyes. "Yes. That is what I just said, isn't it?"
"But she- No! This can't be happening!" Bakugou snarled. An explosion bursting
from his palms.
"Well... it is. Mic, don't you have a class?" Aizawa said, turning to his
friend who was trying to get Harry to play tag with him.
"Yeah... but Harry's fun and a cutie pie! I don't want to leave our adorable
little mini muffin to go teach!" The announcing hero cooed. "Who's a baby doll,
you are!"
"Teaching is your job Mic. Go teach some ungrateful brats before Nezu ends up
lecturing you." Aizawa sighed.
"Ugh, good point." Mic grumbled. Grimacing at the idea of sitting through one
of principal Nezu's famous long winded lectures. He groaned running a hand
through his styled hair. Feeling reluctant to leave the adorable baby doll
clinging to his friend so adorably, especially with his friend unable to use
his arms. Harry may have been a practically saintly little kid so far, even
with a couple of mishaps, but kids were handfuls. "You sure though man? I'm
sure he would understand if you needed help caring for baby doll~ here!" Mic
gushed as Harry nuzzled against Aizawa's pant leg and eyed him with those big
angelic eyes. He was just too cute! Yes he was!
Aizawa stared at the other man whom acted completely distracted and star
struck. "Mic, go, I have plenty of students to force to do stuff like that."
The man said with dismissive finality, ignoring the indignant sounds some of
his students were making and the long pathetic whine his friend made. He was
just glad his students seemed to be to confused and speechless to say anything.
Most looked more likely to pass out than to say a word. Good. Hopefully he
wouldn't have to listen to anymore whining or questions.
"I guess I have to goooo." Mic whined pathetically. He crouched down and held
out his arms. "Give me a hug now, you hear?" The man insisted. Squeezing Harry
tight to himself as the boy managed to tear his eyes away from the class and
let the man pull him into a hug. "Second Daddy loves you! I-I got to go n-
now... I can't do this Shouta! Harry needs me! It's okay Harr' Second Daddy
won't l-leave you!" Present Mic sniffled, sounding nearly hysterical as he
cuddled Harry close nuzzling their cheeks together, ignoring the squeak one of
the students made.
"Second... Dad..dy?" Aizawa said dryly.
"Y-yeah, second Daddy~, 'cuz Harr's got Toshi as first Daddy and well I can't
really call myself Mommy 'cuz you know..." Mic explained and shrugged, still
cuddling Harry to himself. "Harr's my baby to you know... Ain't that right my
Sweetest Little Listener?"
"What ever, just calm down. You are going to freak Harrison out. Remember, we
are trying to make him less afraid of things. Not more. Harrison is already the
most attached child I have ever met and he has only been this way for a day. He
needs to be taught that it is okay to be alone." Aizawa reminded his friend,
sounding exasperated. Completely bypassing the whole parent thing. It was no
use arguing about such things with the eccentric man. He let out a long fond
sigh as Harry reached up to gently play with Mic's hair and began to
enthusiastically nuzzle him back, making the other man blubber happily. The
three hardly even notice the students after that. The two adults stuck in their
own world.
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"Their so cute!" Uaraka giggled.
"Am I the only one all freaked out? This is messed up man! Why is Harry even in
class or clinging to our teachers? Shouldn't she be, I don't know, be in a
daycare or getting someone to help her age back up?" Denki pointed out.
"Wow, you actually sound smart for once." Jiro teased. "Though, I don't know.
She is pretty cute this way... And seems happier."
"Look! She booped his nose!~ She's so frign' adorable. Aizawa babysitting is so
manly!" Kirishima sniffled, eyes tearing up at the pure cuteness of his friend.
Interrupting the conversation between the other two.
"Are-are you... crying?" Sero asked incredulously.
"She's just-she's s-so adorable!" Kirishima sniffled, full blown manly tears
gushing down his face.
Next to him, Bakugou, was making noises similar to a dying moose. Eyes wide and
face bright red. Muttering to himself about protecting and being too cute and
something else about killing him as he held a trembling hand to his chest.
"Am I the only one wondering if Harry's dad is like.. In a threesome or
something? If not, then maybe Present Mic and Mr. Aizawa are like together?"
Mina bluntly exclaimed grinning mischievously. Making many of her classmates
choke around her and other's to exclaim or squeal in excitement.
"I totally shipped it!" Mineta insisted. A perverse grin on his face as his
eyes practically sparkled after hearing Aizawa say that 'they' brought Harry to
school with them.
"Really? I thought you were totally only into girls!" Jiro said, wide eyed.
"Uh, duh! Just because I'm totally into hot ladies doesn' mean I don' ship
people together all the time! I mean Yuri's hot! Anyway but yeah, I've been
totally shipping Aizawa with Present Mic for like months! They're totally my
OTP! Just like Venus the Trapper and her ultra hot sidekick Kabuki-me!" The
grape haired boy gushed blood starting to drip down his face at the very
thought of them.
"For-for months?" Midorya squeaked.
"Yeah! I mean have you seen them together? I totally called it! I have a gift
for these things, you see.~" The boy bragged. Clearly patting himself on the
back.
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Fumikage approached the two distracted teachers and Harrison.
"Hello Harrison... Do, you remember me?" Fumikage asked in a calm quiet tone of
voice. Even though inside he was a bit of a mess. He didn't want to distress
Harrison. The scrutinizing silence of the two adults around him made him even
more uncomfortable. He knew how Harrison was though, he would pick up on his
discomfort if he let himself be bothered so the bird headed boy forced it away
and simply focused on Harrison.
Harry looked at the other boy, clearly nervous as he clung to "second Daddy".
The smell of the other boy... was familiar and made him feel safe and happy.
The shadow of memory tugged at his brain. Good feelings. Harry slowly gave the
other boy a smile.
"Here, Dark Shadow wishes to see you as well." Fumikage said giving Harry a
small smile. His shadow suddenly stretching and forming into a bird like
creature with massive clawed hands.
"Are you sure-"
Mic was cut off with a squeal. "Kag'ee, Kag'ee! It's birdie! My Birdie!" Harry
gushed, demandingly holding out little hands. Making both Fumikage and Dark
shadow look away in pleased embarrassment.
"Me to! Do you remember me?" Kirishima eagerly called, darting over at the
sight of Harry getting all worked up.
"An' me!" Mineta insisted.
"Not on your life you freaky little pervert! You aren't going anywhere near her
unless you want to end up in pieces!" Bakugou snarled. How dare that shitty
bird be recognized before him? It didn't matter he would be the one protecting
the adorable little angel!
Harry let out a whimper. Tears beginning to fill his eyes. At all of the people
around them.
"One at a time man, Harr's got people anxiety!" Mic insisted. Trying to get the
situation under control before Harry went into a full blown panic attack and
Shouta flipped.
"Back off now." Aizawa growled.
"Sir!" Kirishima squeaked.
"Harrison needs to have good experiences. We are trying to make sure that
Harrison's phobias and fearfulness gets better, not worse. Don't any of you
dare to make it worse!" The man said, his eyes promising pain if they did
anything to upset his son.
Bakugou snorted.
"It's meeee~ Kir-ishi-ma!" The red haired boy cooed pointing to himself. Eyes
sparkling when Harry tentatively smiled at him after a few minutes. Remembering
the boy's nice warm scent and the ghost of the teen's happy friendly smiles.
"S-shima?" Harry shyly murmured, head tucked under Mic's chin.
"Yeah! Kirishima!" The teen nearly shrieked in his excitement. He eagerly
pointed at Bakugou. "And that's our Bakubro! But you call him by his first
name." Kirishima explained. Gushing a little at the cute little head tilt Harry
did.
"Shut up moron! Kids that young can't understand that much!" Bakugou scolded.
He did his best to force a calm expression on his face. "I'm Katsuki. You call
me that. You don't like any of these extras, got that?"
"Bakugou. That is notappropriate to tell Harrison." Aizawa said in a calm but
somehow terrifying tone of voice. Making even Bakugou look a little nervous.
"Yeah, kid's are impressionable man! No telling trying to mess with baby doll
like that!" Mic insisted, a sudden dangerous look in his eyes that had a few of
the other students take a few steps back. The man gave the boy a twisted grin.
"Got that toughstuff? Anymore funny business and-" The man let forth a
disturbing laugh. Truly demented. "We'll be spending some...time together after
school... Quality time... and I doubt you'll enjoy what I'll have in mind for
ya', you dig?" The man threatened, smiling. In an almost demonic fashion.
"Enough, both of you. This isn't good for Harrison. Bakugou. Go run some laps.
Mic, go teach your class. You are already nearly 15 minutes late." Aizawa cut
in. Unwilling to let the situation turn into a full on fight between the two.
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"I would be careful if I were you... Harrison bites." Aizawa said in a bored
tone of voice. Watching his students play with Harrison attentively. Just
because he wasn't hovering around him like Mic had begun to do, didn't mean he
wasn't a hyper-vigilant parent he just tried to let Harry have the comfort of
him near by while at the same time showing him that nothing was wrong and that
he was safe to do things on his own.
"Bites?" Mezo Questioned. His question was immediately followed by the sound of
a pained yelp.
Kirishima hissed holding his hand.
"Yeah... bites. Apparently Harrison's teeth weren't all grown in at that age.
I'm not sure if it is because they are so specialized but Harrison is still
missing several and is teething." The man said, not even reacting to the sound
his student was making.
"Ugh, teething until at least three or four? That would suck!" Sero grimaced.
Mina nodded in agreement.
"Do we have anything she could chew on?" Mina asked after a few moments.
"It's cool," Kirishima insisted, using his hardening quirk, he gave Harry his
hand back to gnaw on.
"What are you doing? You are going to damage her teeth!" Iida lectured.
"Children's teeth aren't as strong as adult teeth. You are essentially letting
her chew on rocks! Children should chew on toys specifically meant for such a
purpose!" The boy insisted. Making a chopping almost robot motion with his hand
as he yelled.
"Stop lecturing him forme.I was just about to have him grab a teething ring."
Aizawa grumbled. He doubted that Harrison could bite hard enough yet to break
any teeth. He was more worried about him getting sick from everyone running
around outside and touching everything. It irked the man that anyone thought
that they were allowed to command the others when it came to his son though.
From what Aizawa knew, Iida had never even been around young children much
before. He was the youngest in his entire family. Immediate and extended by at
least 5 years according to what he had read in the teenager's files.
"Sir!" Iida nearly chocked bowing his head respectfully. "I am sorry if I over
stepped my boundaries. I was just worried about our classmate's health and
safety." The exuberant boy explained, making Aizawa nearly roll his eyes.
"What's up with Harry anyway? You never explained." Tsuyu asked as she
approached from the track after finishing up her running.
"AIZAWA! WHERE'S MY HARRISON!" A obnoxiously loud exuberant voice yelled.
Followed by a massive dust cloud that filled the air and nearly suffocated
everyone.
"Right here. Now go be loud somewhere else." Aizawa growled.
"We made an agreement though, I was supposed to get Harrison this morning!" All
Might insisted hands on his hips. Nervous eyes darting around until they landed
on Harry being held by(clinging to) Mezo who was trying to quietly reassure
him. A cooing Kirishima on one side of the large teen holding out his hand to
let Harrison chew on it and a red faced Bakugou of all people on the other. His
baby boy looked so cute!
"Hi-hi All Might!" Izuku greeted, panting a little bit as he sat in the shade
with a gasping Uraraka.
"Hello young Midoriya!" The man said giving the boy a pageant like wave and
gleaming grin. More focused on his adorable baby boy.
"I didn't make any agreement with you... Actually... don't you have to teach
class 1B right now?" Aizawa said. Annoyed at the man's lack of responsible
behavior. He should be conserving his transformation not running around
demanding that he get Harrison. Harrison was in perfectly capable hands, being
properly socialized and watched. Besides that they had learned the night before
that Toshinori's All Might persona completely freaked Harrison out and had him
balling and panicking.
Maybe he shouldn't have been but Aizawa was.. Happy that Harrison wasn't a fan
of the loud obnoxious self destructive side of Toshinori. He was hoping that it
would dissuade the man from transforming as much over the time that Harrison
was stuck as a toddler. Force him to heal a bit. Of course instead of reacting
like a normal person and settling down a bit the man had to push it. To have to
try and force his fear inducing presence on the kid.
"Well.. Yes.. But I said that I would be right back." The man wheedled,
chuckling nervously.
"You left your class completely unattended because you wanted to show Harrison
off?" Aizawa said in a dead panned tone of voice, completely unimpressed
looking.
"Well-no-yes-I just-"
Aizawa was on his feet the instant he heard the start of what he knew would
likely turn into a full out wail. His quirk had gotten out of control the night
before when Toshinori had decided to show Harry his All Might form. Insisting
children loved it. Obviously not all children. He just couldn't seem to get
that he didn't like gigantic, intimidating, loud rather frightening looking
people. He still wasn't sure why Harrison seemed to like Mic so much. The man
himself was loud and a bit unnerving at times. Instead of being frightened by
the disturbing aura coming off of the man near the beginning of class Harry
almost seemed to gush the more unstable and dark the man became. He would say
because Mic was calmer and gentler with Harrison while being affectionate but
Toshinori in All Might form had tried toning it down after frightening Harrison
the night before and all it seemed to do was make him cry even harder.
"It's okay, I'm here." Aizawa soothed, wishing that he could pull Harrison into
his arms and comfort him properly. It was infuriating and to top it off now his
students would see how much of a pushover he was to and probably try and take
advantage in the future, great. Aizawa let out a relieved breath as Harrison
instantly began to settle down.
"HARRRISON!" All Might cheerfully shouted, darting over to his painfully
adorable son.
"What is wrong with you? Go away!" Aizawa hissed, eyes widening as Harry wailed
fearfully.
"No, it's okay don't be scared of me!" All Might said sounding panicked as he
flailed his hands around.
"MUMMY!" Harry sobbed, holding up pudgy little arms. Completely disregarding
the students trying to comfort him.
Aizawa bit his lip. "It's-It's okay Harrison... um, M-Mom is here okay?" He
flinched at the noises and questions his students made at him saying that.
Bakugou of course being the loudest. It didn't matter though. He needed to calm
his son. "Come here." The man insisted. Completely focused on Harry. He
wouldn't let anything faze him this time around. He would focus on his son.
Aizawa forced himself not to show how much pain he was in when Harrison dove
into his arms. Emotions suddenly hit him so hard he would have fallen over if
Harrison wasn't attached to him. He just loved Harrison so much it felt so nice
to be able to touch him again, to talk to him, and encourage and comfort him,
to be a parent again. He couldn't give this up, not this time.
"Mummy." Harry sniffled rubbing his face into the man's capture weapon.
"I know, I know. It's okay. Just breath and calm down." The man said, leaning
his wrapped chin on Harrison's luxuriously soft head of hair. He couldn't wait
until he was recovered enough again to get completely healed. He had
approximately two weeks maybe three at the most before Harrison was back to
normal he wanted to actually be able to spend proper quality time with his kid.
Not having to watch as his friend did everything for him.
Aizawa pealed his eyes away from Harry and glared at All Might. "Didn't I tell
you to leave? Go before you get Harrison all worked up again." The erasing hero
insisted.
"But-but I-"
"Go."
"All-alright." The man said in a much more subdued voice after that.
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"So you're... um Harry's m-m-mom?" Kirishima asked, nearly sounding like he was
choking on the question.
"I'm not discussing my personal life with my students." The man said in a
clipped tone of voice. Glaring at the group as they all clearly had the same
question in mind.
"It's about time that your next class starts anyway.. Class, time to go inside.
Someone grab the bag Mic sat by the tree." Aizawa called out. Glad that
Harrison was light as his arms ached terribly. The little boy still clung to
him, head on his sore shoulder, sniffing at his neck quietly. Reassuring
himself. Poor thing was obviously tired.
"There's my sweet Listener!~" Mic cooed. Standing from sitting on one of the
desks. He squeaked at the realization that Harry was being held in his best
friend's very broken arms. "What he-hockey sticks do you think you're doing
Shouta? Your arms are shattered man! You can't be carrying our Mini muffin
around like that. Harr' might be crazy light but he is still way too heavy for
that man!" Mic shouted, clear panic on his face.
"It's fine, really. Harrison's feeling a bit clingy right now." Aizawa
explained. Even with the pain it was causing him he really liked having Harry
so close. It made him feel ridiculously relaxed.
"No man, I'm carrying Harr' an' we're seeing recovery girl, ya dig? You have to
see her anyway." The blond's eyes filled with worry. He grabbed the 'baby bag'
from the invisible girl Toru and thanked her before making his way over to his
glaring friend just as the bell rung. "See, perfect timing." He frowned as
Harry began to whimper and sniffle at the loud ringing. Unused to such noises.
"Sir... sorry for.. Getting in the middle of this but... I think Harry's
getting cranky. I have younger siblings and they got really grumpy at this age
a lot around noon. Harry might need a nap." Tsuyu said eying the teary eyed
child. "Should probably give Harry the teething ring to." The frog like girl
said before heading out like the rest of the hesitant students to lunch.
Kirishima stopped for a moment to give Harry a little wave. Fumikage did the
same thing though not nearly as enthusiastically. The other boy looked half
ready to snap his own hand off with the force he was using.
Wanting to approach but not wanting to bother his teacher Fumikage decided that
it would probably be best as he had grabbed Harrison's stuffed animal. He
remembered it being in Harrison's backpack when he had come over to his home.
The contents had spilt all over his floor. Apparently the dog wasn't a dog at
all but a Grimm. It had been a gift he had gotten as an infant from his birth
parents. Surely Harrison would be distressed if he were to be separated from it
for long. The bird headed boy was quick to hand over the stuffed creature. He
wasn't even given the opportunity to really interact with his friend as Mic was
quick to snatch Harrison up and force Aizawa from the room. Presumably to the
infirmity and he wasn't going to try and force himself into what ever was going
on That would have been rude.
Fumikage sighed. He was the sort that even though he enjoyed talking to people
sometimes was perfectly content being a lone as well. Yet.. He-he was beginning
to feel a bit lonely already and he likely would be for at least a couple of
weeks. It just wouldn't be the same without Harrison. At least... the Harrison
he had befriended. Koda was kind and reliable and nice to be around but it just
wasn't the same. I wasn't Harrison. Harrison just got him without trying. He
was sweet and friendly and had a special connection with darkness just like
him. Even Dark Shadow absolutely adored him. Harry even liked lots of the
things that Fumikage did and didn't think that he was odd at all. It just- the
whole situation felt wrong. It felt wrong not to see nor talk to Harrison
nearly everyday, his best friend, 15 year old Harry.
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"See man? I told you! She evensaid that you can't be carrying around our
favorite Listener!" Hizashi insisted, bouncing Harry subconsciously on his hip
and getting a sleepy death glare in response to what he had said.
"Mummy." Harry tiredly muttered, holding out a delicate little hand.
"You need a nap like Miss Frogger said, don't you?" Hizashi cooed, "You're so
sleepy aren't you Baby doll? You want to take a nap with Mo~mmy for a little
bit?" A hint of a teasing lit to his tone directed at his friend who acted as
if he couldn't even hear him. No fun! "Here you are little man, I'll just go
get my computer. I'll be right back so be good."
Harry happily snuggled into his Mummy's side. Taking in his safe calming scent
and warmth as he nestled in. Dozing contently against the injured man.
Too sleepy and calm feeling to notice the man entering the infirmary.
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Toshinori wasn't too macho to admit to himself that he was jealous. It wasn't
right to feel such selfish emotions as the number one hero, but he did. Harry
was his son and he just seemed to like Aizawa so much and calmed right down
when the man was talking to him. Hell he clung to Present Mic like an anxious
little monkey. Even with him cheerfully nuzzling him earlier that day it still
wasn't the same. He didn't want to have to share his son and he didn't want to
have to worry that Aizawa and Mic would suddenly decided that they were in love
or something and find a way to permanently take his son away from him. It would
quite literally kill him if that happened.
Toshinori rubbed at his face. He shouldn't be thinking that way. It was wrong
and selfish. Even though Aizawa was pretty critical everything he said was true
and even though he took Harrison from him the man still cared about not just
Harrison's well-being but his own as well. Maybe that was what made him feel
worse? Aizawa my have been reserved and behaved coldly but he was anything but.
He was a kind caring person.
Toshinori almost wished the man was still so black and white in his eyes. Cold
and heartless and not suited to caring for his Harrison in anyway but just in
the last few days he could see that was simply too untrue to even try and
convince himself anymore. He didn't regret wining custody over his son, he
never would, but a guilt was there, eating at him. For keeping the man away.
Not even hearing him out. It was wrong, so wrong of him!
Toshinori forced himself from his thoughts of guilt and self loathing. He
needed to stop such behavior at once. If he dwelled on the past than he
couldn't focus on the future. A hint of a smile crossed his gaunt face at the
sight of Harrison curled against the grouchy man's side. Only his head peaking
out of the blanket tossed over the pair. He swallowed hard and a twing tugged
at his chest almost painfully. The pair looked like they could easily be parent
and child. Toshinori let out a sigh before pulling out his lunch. Half of a
small Chicken breast, with apple slices and peanutbutter and a chocolate
protein drink which he had been sipping at the last few hours.
"You want to watch a movie or something?" Hizashi asked, startling Toshinori
into almost choking. The man was sprawled out on a near by bed. Computer open
on his chest.
How hadn't he noticed him?
"They ain't going to be waking up for at least an hour or so. Harr's worn out
and Recovery girl done smooched our momma Shouta." Hizashi explained, holding
out an earbud. He rolled his eyes as Toshinori hesitated. "Come on man, I got
cake and won't tell our Mr. Mom 'bout it if you want any." The voice hero said
enticingly.
"Fine... Just... make sure I get to my afternoon class." Toshinori said,
nervously rubbing the back of his neck before moving.
"Of course! We have to leave around the same time. I have to teach some Gen.
Ed. students. Can't wait to have to deal with Mr. Purple haired 'Personality'.
I'm hoping he like mellows out or something." Hizashi grumbled. "Super angry
angsty kid. I feel kind of bad for him, he has a pretty amazing quirk."
"Really?" Toshinori said in a questioning tone.
"Yeah, he's got a brainwashing quirk, real cool one. It only works on people
though so even though he's quirk is awesome he had no chance in the entrance
exams. It's really too bad 'cuz he has it. That special kind of spark. It's a
shame it's being wasted. Though maybe it's for the best with that aditued
problem of his. Kind of sad, because he reminds me of Shouta a lot. Just too
much bitterness and anger in that kid." Mic explained as he set the movie up.
"Huh, that's too bad." Toshinori sighed. Poor kid. He would probably be a bit
bitter to if he had a good quirk he couldn't have used to get into the hero
courses.
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Mic was excited to show off Harry to his class, declaring it a fun/catching up
day. He couldn't understand why Harry showed no interest in any of the students
more interested in clinging to him than interacting with any of them. Much like
a puppy Harry's loyal attentiveness was completely focused on him. His favorite
person in the room. Well.. Likely the only person he knew in the room.
Harrison's anxiety from being around people he didn't know, clearly showing
through.
Mic couldn't help but let Harry cling to him. Petting his hair and cooing to
him. Poor thing was so easy to intimidate.
Shouta made it clear that he was not pleased that his son had been taken
without informing him. Half staggering through the doorway. A look that clearly
said that he was ready to kick his ass burning into Mic. "Do you know how
worried I was?" Aizawa hissed. Making Mic gulp.
Crap, he knew he should have told his friend before hand... He done screwed up.
He was so getting his ass handed to him!
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Chapter End Notes
     So here is the end of the chapter. I am not sure if I like how it
     turned out but I think it is okay. I am half dead right now.
     I am in finals week right now at my college so you guys/gals are
     pretty lucky that I even managed to get this done! I hope everyone
     likes it because I am like a hollowed out soul husk right now I am so
     tired.
     Night people.
     Please review! I am super stressed and tired and am really low on
     motivation right now. Reviews often give me ideas for my stories as
     well!
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***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter ended up being 8935 words long, yay! Sorry I took so
     long I have been super busy. Ridiculously so for a winter vacation!
     By the way have some news below! Including stuff to do with coloring
     pages!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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Aizawa had not been pleased, not at all and that was putting it as mildly as
possible. Truthfully he was furious. Frightened and furious. Waking up and
having his son gone sent him into a frantic panic. He searched high and low for
Harrison, ignoring the exhaustion that tugged at his mind and body. He could
sleep later.
"Wow really? Mr. Aizawa and Present Mic have a kid?! You're pulling my leg,
right?"
Aizawa froze in his brisk walk. The pair were so into their conversation that
they didn't even notice him.
"Yeah! Crazy right? He was bragging about it to the whole class! I swear!" A
Girl with spiraled horns and floppy dog like ears insisted to her friend.
"What?! What do they look like? What are they like?" The girl's thin mint green
haired pointed eared companion exclaimed. His eyes wide and excited looking.
"The kid's super adorable! Looks just like Mr. Aizawa and everything but you
know, cuter! Has green eyes like Mic and is super shy with people and really
cute with Mr. Mic. You have to see her! You will literally die from cuteness
overload." The girl insisted gushing a little.
"I still can't believe Mic and Mr. Aizawa... I mean they seem pretty close
but... I didn't think that Mr. Aizawa would be into someone so loud from
impressions I've gotten. I was Class 1B last year so I never got much of a
chance to talk to him but he comes off pretty strong in a no nonsense really
strict sort of way. Mr. Mic is just so-so... opposite, you know?"
Aizawa sighed to himself. Having plenty of the conversation about he and Mic.
At least he know where his son was. The guy could have at least told him that
he had taken his son with him instead of snatched him and had him in a
terrified frenzy! Now the idiot was spreading rumors about them to their
students? He stepped out from the little nook that he had been standing in.
"Shouldn't the both of you be in class? Detention for the both of you if you
don't get moving. I don't tolerate loitering or lateness as I'm sure you both
know." The man said sternly, narrowing his eyes at the pair.
"Ugh! Yes sir, sorry sir!" The pair blundered, bashing into each other as they
tried their best to get away as fast as possible.
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The closer Aizawa got to Present Mic's classroom the angrier he became. The man
had absolutely terrified him. What if the villains got back in again? For all
he knew, until he overheard the teens, that could have been what happened!
"Do you know how worried I was?" Aizawa hissed as he stormed into Hizashi's
classroom. Seeing Harry on the man's hip.
"S-Shouta... um Baby! Hi... I-I know I screwed up but you just... um looked so
tired and I-"
"If you know what is good for you, you will stay quiet!" Aizawa growled.
The man let out a fearful squeak.
"Harrison come here, you didn't take much of a nap... Let's... go finish up our
nap." Aizawa fussed. Unable to help himself when Harrison began tiredly rubbing
at his eyes and gave him one of those nervous looks. He didn't want to scare
him he-he was just so worried! Anything could have happened to him! The man
demandingly held out his casted arms.
"You can't carry Harr'! You ain't healed up yet!" Mic insisted. Shivering in
fear at the dark look he received. He was so getting his ass kicked.
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It had been a few days and Aizawa was happy to finally be moved down to a soft
cast and only on one arm. Harry on the other hand was stuck with his own full
arm cast as it wasn't very safe to heal young children, especially one with
health problems, with Recovery Girl's quirk.
"Come here puppy, time for bed." Aizawa insisted, tone fond. Those big
attentive eyes were instantly on him, just like a puppy. Aizawa picked Harry up
and sat him on the bed next to him. He wasn't really a fan of sleeping on beds
but Hizashi had decided to stay over again... For nearly 7th day in a row. He
and Toshinori had a habit of staying up pretty late and were both rather loud
together. He, himself, could have easily slept through their noise but the pair
had taken over the couch and he didn't want Harry watching the movies they
likely had on the TV. Likely too violent and Harry had a tendency to stay awake
if left to sleep on his own the poor thing became deathly cold without help to
regulate his body temperature.
Aizawa slipped his sleeping bag on holding it open so Harry could get in. He
then zipped it up, nuzzling his scruff into Harry's butter soft hair. "Go to
sleep now, okay?" The man muttered, stifling a yawn.
"'Kay Mummy." Harry agreed, tone sleepy.
"Good boy." Aizawa said.
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"Toshi, look! Aren't they adorable?" Hizashi squawked, instantly taking out his
cell phone to take pictures.
"Hizashi, shut up. We're trying to sleep." Aizawa hissed, slipping an arm out
of the bag to grab a pillow and throw it at the other man.
"That isn't fair Shouta! You're both just too cute together, 'course I'm going
ta be squealing over you!" Hizashi teased. "Besides, we got to get up man.
Remember 'supposed to met your brats at the mall or something like that?"
"Don't care. You can go. Harrison and I want to sleep." The scruffy man
grumbled. Snuggling in a little more and curling around Harry stubbornly.
"Fine then, I guess Toshi and me are going to have to use that $75 off coupon
we won for something stupid, like a pair of hip new yoga pants or something
equally as useless!~" Hizashi said and sighed dramatically.
Aizawa cracked an eye open, "You wouldn't." He growled.
"Oh I most definitely would~. I ain't watching all those brats on my own when
it was just so Harry could be socialized and stuff! I could be staying here
watching cartoons in my skivvies while making waffles for our baby doll instead
of doing junk like that! Do you have any idea how behind I am on my weekend
'toons?" Hizashi complained.
Aizawa let out a long suffering sigh of irritation. "Fine, we're getting up.
Wasting money like that... watching cartoons." The man grumbled, unzipping the
sleeping bag. "Am I the onlyadult here?" Aizawa twitched as Toshinori stepped
into the room wearing All Might Pajamas of all things and wordlessly took his
son as Hizashi whined at him. A distraction.
The hoboish man huffed and forced himself to his feet. He made sure to give his
friend a scathing glare before dragging himself from the room to make sure the
man knew just how irritated he was with him. Aizawa's sleeping bag was still
wrapped around his shoulders like a bumblebee colored cape as he padded through
the hallway to the kitchen and that irritated him as well. Where in the hell
did his normal, all yellow ones go?
He grabbed himself a cup of coffee, rubbing at his eyes. He had a feeling he
wasn't going to be enjoying this trip too much. "Where's Toshinori and
Harrison?" He finally asked Hizashi after a few minutes of letting the caffeine
settle in his system, dezombifying him.
"Huh, oh Toshi's giving him a bath or something. Glad it's him and not me.
Scared of water with some kind of electric quirk, no thanks I love Harr' but I
can already see what would happen there." Hizashi said, turning the stove on.
"What? He panics when being put in water! He has to be put in a shower and what
about his cast? Toshinori is going to get electrocuted! I'm going to go-"
"Calm down, you really are such a mom you know? Momma Shouta, it's super
adorable though." Hizashi teased, pulling the skillets of eggs, steak, and
hashbrowns from the stove. He decided that it was probably best not to mention
the other man had been caring for Harry the last few years and would know such
things were dangerous. The blond pushed such thoughts away and smirked walking
to stand in front of his friend with a coy look on his face. "It's even kind of
hot, really." Hizashi muttered, leaning in so his face was only an inch or so
from the lightly blushing brunet. His breath ghosting over Aizawa's scruffy
cheek.
Aizawa coughed, "Stop joking around." He demanded.
Hizashi snorted, "What makes you think that I'm joking? I like-like you and you
like-like me don't ya? I mean we have pretty much been dating for what, 5ish
years now?"
"You-you don't know... what you are talking about! I keep telling you I just
want... us to be friends. Relationships don't work. You know that Hizashi!"
Aizawa murmured, breath picking up.
"They do if you're with the right person~. We've practically been together
since we were teens, Shouta. If something was goin' to gowrongit already would
have.~" Hizashi insisted, pressing his lips against the other man's. Making him
nearly pass out in embarrassment. "I know you got all freaky and afraid of
commitment after Harr' was taken but we got him back and we should be happy to,
ya' know? Especially you..." Hizashi said firmly. His face twisting into a
playful lighter expression. "Besides all that, we make a damn good looking
couple if I say so myself!" Hizashi announced, giving the man another peck on
the lips.
"You... are so embarrassing." Aizawa insisted, cheeks bright red as he
pointedly looked away from the other man. Though a small please smile managed
to force its way onto reluctant lips.
"Now let's get some grub into you. You're always so grumpy when your hungry...
And we got to be nice to the angsty gloom and doom machines." Hizashi exclaimed
waving the spatula he was using to load up the plates, around as he spoke.
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"Scary!" A childish voice insisted.
"I know, I know. I'm sorry sweetie! It didn't hurt though, did it? And Daddy
didn't fill the tub, just like he promised!" Toshinori soothed as he carried
Harrison into the room freshly cleaned and wrapped up in a towel. He himself
had dripping wet hair and unlike, Harry, was dressed in an oversized yellow
hoodie and baggie jeans.
"I made you a plate." Hizashi immediately told the man. Not even raising an
eyebrow when he saw him carrying the towel wrapped toddler. Not even when he
realized what he saw around Harrison's casted arm was a grocery bag taped just
above it. Really he thought it was clever. 'Toshi really was smart when he
wasn't flustered.' Hizashi thought. Eyeing the man up and down like a tasty
snack after giving his beautiful grouchy brunet a shameless look over as well.
"Oh! Thank-thank you! It smells amazing Hizashi!" Toshinori immediately said,
his hollowed cheeks flushing a bright red. Catching his eyes lingering on the
pair of good looking men Toshinori skittered to Harrison's room to grab the
clothes he was going to dress Harrison in. A leaf green sweatshirt with a cute
puppy face sewn into the front and a pair of khaki Capris. After that he did
Harry's hair up in cute little enamel flowery clips he was sure would have the
pair rolling their eyes... Well maybe not Hizashi.. Hizashi had a tendency to
freak out and fawn over anything cute about Harry. Toshinori pulled his phone
from his pocket and took a quick picture. The fatherly side of him screaming at
the adorableness. His baby was the most adorable baby in the whole world!
Surely no child could out cute his precious little boy!
"So pwetty Daddy!" Harry excitedly squealed pointing at himself in a mirror
connected to his closet door. Carefully prodding at the clips in his hair with
a beaming smile. "I look pwetty?" Harry insisted, staring adoringly at the man.
Toshinori immediately smiled back. "Of course sweetie! Very... uh, pretty." The
man crouched and gently patted Harry on the head. "Let's go get something to
eat before...um, Mommy gets upset with us, okay?"
"'Kay Daddy!"
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"Then the Gwimm ated their's flesh and curseded them to die with them's flesh
bein' wotted away!" Harry said in a rather creepy voice though he was
practically beaming it really made it even creepier.
The three adults sitting with him, stared with wide eyes. All three looking
more than a little disturbed. Though they weren't the only ones staring as a
couple of classmates were sitting around the 4.
"Wow... That was pretty dark... And... freaky... for a little kid..." Izuku
squeaked looking a little scared to be on the same train as the cheerful child.
Little kid Harrison was super scary!
"Yeah..." Hizashi turned to Harry, smiling hesitantly at him. "Hey... Um baby
doll.. Who told you that story?" He asked.
"Gamma o' course!" Harry said in a tone like he thought it was obvious.
"Grandma?" Toshinori eeked out.
Harry nodded, a sunny smile on his face.
"Did... Grandma tell you about things... like that a lot?" Aizawa asked,
looking a little pale.
"Yeah! All the times!" Harry exclaimed. "She said if 'childin be bad Dementows
will hunted them then fweeze thems with fwear an suck out theirs souls and
weave them empty huskess!" Harry said in the same creepy voice. Immediately
giggling after.
Hizashi made a high pitched choking sound before managing to force out his
thoughts. "What kind of grandma tells kids stuff like that?"
"No wonder Harrison has... some... problems." Aizawa muttered.
"Yeah.. Harrison... never said anything about that to me! Just that the family
was... eccentric." Toshinori mumbled.
"You mean fuckingcrazy! Who in the Hell tells a little kid something that
fucked up?" Bakugou spoke up, even he looked disturbed. Though his expression
still held anger.
"Language Kaachan!... Though, that does explain some things... Harry does have
some odd behaviors and-" Izuku began muttering, a look of concentration on his
face.
"Both of you, stop! Now." Aizawa said, a warning glare on his face. Glad that
Hizashi was distracting the little boy by dancing Paddy around. They got it
Harrison had some issues. Everyone knew that he did. That didn't mean that they
had to loudly pick out things right in front of him! He may have only been a
toddler now but that didn't mean that he couldn't hear what they said. He may
have not been as bad, really not nearly as bad as he was when he was is normal
age, but he still was incredibly self conscious and nervous. And they didn't
need to make it any worse than it already was!
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"Oh my goodness! Look how cuteshe is!" Kirishima squealed the moment his eyes
laid on his shrunken friend.
"Oh my goodness?" Sero teased.
"Be quiet! She's-she's just so adorable! And small! So small!" Kirishima
sniffled.
"She most definitely is!" Iida exclaimed, nodding repeatedly in agreement, his
voice high pitched and nearly gushy.
"Kag'ee!" Harry immediately called lighting up at the sight of his friend,
waving enthusiastically at the boy.
"Look at that! How doesn't that just-it's just so cute!" Kirishima blubbered,
bursting out into tears even as he pulled his cell phone out to take pictures.
"I thought I was the only one that felt that way!" Hizashi said. Turning to an
already exasperated slightly scarred looking Shouta, "See Shouta, I'm not the
only one! Our little listener is cry worthy adorable!"
"Uhuh... I just spent two hourson a train instead of 25 in a car making sure
Harrison didn't have a panic-attackonce it filled up. You unpacked mysleeping
bag. Get me some coffee and a bag of trailmix.. Now." Aizawa hissed, looking
ready to kill something when Hizashi had the gull to even look like he was
about to whine.
"You know... if you are so tired all of the time you should really think about
cutting down on your late night working. It can't be healthy." Toshinori
pointed out. The man had only started sleeping a bit more after getting
injured. Before that and Harry got turned into a small child Toshinori didn't
even think the man slept more than an hour a night. He wasn't even sure how he
was able to live let alone to even function.
"Not that it is any of your businessbut I can't. I, like a majority of the
population, have bills." Aizawa said, rolling his blood shot eyes before
sitting Harry down.
Harry immediately darted over to Fumikage. Eagerly babbling to him animatedly
about seeing a big dog with Mummy and Daddy and 'sesend' Daddy. And about how
pretty it was and that it had been telling off a squirrel and that squirrels
were gross. Getting some gushing from some of the students, Kirishima looked
ready to have a heart attack from the cute overload as he made dying animal
noises. While Fumikage could hardly keep a straight face as Harry spoke of his
hate and disgust of the furry little creatures with a ridiculous seriousness
and animated passion. He just couldn't help it. A 3ish year old speaking in
such a way. It was hilarious even to the oftentimes overly serious teen. Harry
at any age was apparently a very passionate person on subjects he felt strongly
about.
Hizashi and Toshinori of course had their phones out. One snapping pictures
while the other video recorded Harry's little rant. Aizawa tiredly sipped at
his lifeblood called coffee with a quirked lip. He himself having trouble not
releasing an amused chuff. Though Harrison's aggression towards small prey like
animals was still concerning for him.
Toshinori had assured he and Hizashi that Harrison had gained much better
control of himself while older. The man had also explained that the odd almost
canine like traits the boy carried were mellowed out quite a bit as he was
older. Though Aizawa thought most of Harrison's odd behaviors and obsessiveness
may have actually came from the dog like traits. Like a Shepherd or sled dog
without a job to focus all of their energy on they could develop destructive
and or odd stress induced behaviors. According to what Harrison had told
Toshinori, the canine traits ran strong in his family on both sides. Aizawa,
himself, was a big fan of cats and not usually very into dogs but he would make
an exception to that rule for his Harrison.
Aizawa hoped that it was just a faze and that the three of them wouldn't have
to start chasing Harry around anytime he saw a small prey-like animal once he
aged back up. It had been quite the unpleasant surprise to have to hunt Harry
down after he and the bear sized black and tan wolf looking dog, he had been
playing with, caught sight of a squirrel on the ground. The dog had apparently
thought he was being helpful and was trying to get Harry to go after the half
dead creature it carried back to him. The dog had apparently picked up on his
son's strange animal like behavior and behaved as if he were a pup.
The owner had apologized, dragging his uncooperative pet away once they had
rounded the pair up. Harry had been particularly bitey that day and more than a
little morse, almost despondent for the rest of the afternoon. Aizawa was glad
to see that he had recovered from his previous mood and interacting so
animatedly with the brats. Unhappiness didn't suit the almost bubbly, though
painfully shy and nervous, animated little boy. It was actually pretty
heartbreaking to not see him bouncing around happily with an attentive wide
eyed look on his face. Even at that age it was easy to see that he was a very
intelligent little kid.
"All of you... we should stop loitering near the entrance. The mall will start
getting crowded soon and it will be a pain for me if we get mobbed." The
scruffy teacher called to the cooing group.
"He means it will be a pain for all of us. You meant all of use right Shouta?"
Hizashi teased. Frowning at the dull 'It's too early for this crap' look he got
as the other man began walking. Completely ignoring him. Not fair! That cup of
coffee was getting more attention from his man than he was!
Being impulsive Mic snatched the cup from his friend's hand with a mischievous
smirk.
"Hizashi. Give it back, now." Aizawa growled in a quiet hair raising voice that
had chills zinging down the blond's back.
Crap... he so screwed up. Taking Shouta's coffee what the hell was he thinking?
Did he have a death wish?
"I will murder you Hizashi, I'm not joking give it back, now! It's the only
thing keeping me from passing out on the floor." Aizawa hissed, his hair began
to float around him and his eyes began to glow a familiar intimidating red as
he went to grab for his capture scarf. The pair ignored the alarmed sounds
their students were making. Shouting something about a code coffee and how
Present Mic was so going to die. Though they were right, Aizawa would make sure
of it. It was too bad because he had really enjoyed kissing the obnoxious idiot
that morning... but sacrifices had to be made when one's own life was in the
balance and he most definitely wasn't going to be able to survive without that
cup of bitter heart resuscitator.
"Now now, Aizawa, remember what the doctor said, no using your quirk until you
are fully hea-" Toshinori was cut off with a glare that he was pretty sure made
a little bit of his soul leave him it was so terrifying.
"I frankly don't care about what the doctor said right now. I want my coffee."
"O-o-okay Shouta. I'm-I'm sorry Shouta! Don't be mad it's my-my bad, here."
Hizashi fearfully shuttered. His out-stretched hand shaking like crazy. He
sighed in relief as Aizawa seemed to instantly calm after snatching the extra
large foam cup from his hands, taking a sip from it. "B-better Shouta... baby?"
He asked after a few moments. Eyes wide as he fidgeted.
"Yeah..." The man said. Mood back to dull and mostly bored. "By the way... No
calling me that... Your flirting privileges.. They have been revoked." Aizawa
muttered, taking another sip.
"What? But how am I going to talk to you now?" Hizashi whined, outraged. The
man swore he heard a devastated dramatic, no, from one of the students... Did
he hear something about poor OTPs and Ships? He was all ears for his beloved
Shouta though once he began speaking again.
"Uh... I don't know...? Like a normal person would?" Aizawa Snarked. "...
Well... you'll figure it out... Possibly." The brunet grumbled after giving the
other man a pointed look up and down with a doubtful expression.
"But-but, that's like taking a pieceof me man! Like taking your coffee away!
It's like a part of my soul!" Hizashi moaned like a petulant little kid.
Ignoring what he knew to be a teasing dig at him. The loud mouthed blond was
tempted to glance behind himself as he heard an excited cheer and what sounded
like a 'yes, defend your right as his man, I ship this so hard!'. Who in the
hell was that? Was that grape headed kid? He was pretty sure it was grape kid.
His eyes snapped back to Shouta though when the man made a quiet snorting
noise.
Aizawa simply rolled his eyes at his friend though his expression morphed to
the slightest amount of amusement which was practically grinning for him, being
in such a public place and allowing himself to relax so much.
Hizashi didn't think it was possible to be happier than what he was feeling at
that look. He adored that man so much. He frowned at the awkward uncomfortable
look on Toshi's face though. Like he thought himself a third wheel or
something. The silly man. He wish the man wasn't so jumpy and shy. Even Shouta
liked the man. He was kind, and funny and once fed up on good meals, Hizashi,
was sure he would be ridiculously cute!
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"Eiji, go theres!" Harry insisted, pointing to a book store, clinging to the
boy's leg. Even with all of his friends around him all the strange people
around were making him extremely nervous.
"I don't know buddy, that may not be the best place for someone your age...
Maybe we can go when you are um... older? Wouldn't you rather go over there?"
Kirishima said rubbing the back of his head and pointing at a store near the
bookstore crammed to the gills with toys, parents and children. Frowning when
Harry visibly paled and shook his head.
"Yeah, tha' looks fun Harry!" Mineta agreed, eyes lighting up at the sight of
all the cool looking stuff in the window display.
"Is that Midoriya?" Fumikage questioned.
"Of course it is, the fuc-fudge nugget' nerd." Bakugou hissed after getting a
glare from Shitty hair. How dare henerd around impressionable kids? Didn't he
realize that crap like that was contagious? The bastard better not fuck up
Harry!
"Man calm down, stop growling. Your going to start freaking people out!"
Kirishima jokingly told his friend.
"Come on guys! I wan' ta see if there's anything worth buyin' in there. I got
money burnin' a hole in my wallet!" Mineta whined.
"I'm not sure. Harrison doesn't seem very comfortable with that idea." Fumikage
spoke up. Even as his eyes wandered to an occult looking store right next door
to the massive fun looking toy store. He would have to come back with Harrison
once he was back to normal. He was sure Harrison would enjoy it.
"Yeah, but shouldn't Harry be socializing with kids? I mean technically she's
our age but not really right now. Isn't it good for kids to play with other
kids? I mean... I'm sure she'd like someone to play with closer to her own age,
right?" Sero pointed out.
"Yeah, it could be good for Harry to find a kid to play with! Come on Harry,
were going to go find you an awesome friend!" Kirishima cheerful exclaimed,
practically dragging the reluctant child toward the store.
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Harry was really not a fan of the place his friends had drug him into. He hated
it really. It was loud and bright and filled to the brim with strangers. Too
many strangers. Tears filled Harry's eyes as everything melded into a muffled
roar in his ears and it became hard to breath. He didn't want to be there
anymore. He wanted mummy and his daddies and to be away from all of these
strange scary people!
Harry darted away, under the building block display and out of the store.
Shuddering as his skin felt like pricklies ran under it, Paddy firmly grasped
in his trembling arms. He didn't want to go in there he told them! He-he just
wanted a quiet place and-and pretty picture books. He didn't want any new
friends or toys or anything like that. He liked it just being him and his mummy
and daddies and friends he already had and he didn't want to be around anyone
but them! New people were just-just too scary!
Anxiety immediately spiked again when Harry was nearly knocked over in the
crowd of rushing people. He managed to squeeze his way through the bustle
feeling almost shell shocked and numb as he found himself in a little corner.
Tropical bushes and trees stood tall in a planter of sorts recessed into the
floor. Nice and dark and a perfect place to hide. Harry rubbed at his face a
potent exhaustion settled into his body. After what felt like a while of
sitting against the harsh bark of the palm tree. Harry felt himself starting to
have trouble keeping awake.
"Hey... Is-is everything alright squirt?" A tired sounding voice asked,
startling Harry to full wakefulness. "You've been crying, right? Want to talk
about what happened?" The teen asked, concern coloring his tone. It took Harry
a few moments to realize the boy was one that was in second Daddy's class. The
pretty purple haired one that talked real nice to him and let him draw on his
paper while Daddy was talking to the Night lady. Shin-so was nice and he felt
warm and safe in a way similar to his 'Kage and birdie shadow.
"Come on now. You really shouldn't be alone." Shinsou pressed. Sitting down
next to Harry. Eyeing shaking hands.
Harry held Paddy tight to himself. Looking away as shame heated his face and
belly. "I-I gots scared." He admitted. "Don't likes I-" Tears began to run down
his face again as he began to get worked up again.
"Hey, it's fine. I don't... like crowds either. They... kind of make me nervous
to." Shinsou said. Giving Harry a small genuine smile when he began to almost
instantly relax after hearing what the other boy said. "You hungry? I got a
snack I can share with you. I just got off of work so I can help you find Mr.
Mic. You came with your parents, right?" Shinsou asked. Pulling himself up and
wiping off the dirt from his slacks and held out his hand for Harry to pull
himself up with.
"Yeah... Mummy and Daddies!" Harry said enthusiastically. His face quickly
became pale and stricken when the fact that he wasn't with them and they
weren't around suddenly set in.
"It's okay, don't worry. We'll find them." Shinsou was quick to assure the kid.
Leading him to one of the empty picnic like tables near the plants where a
cooler bag was sitting. He just couldn't stand the idea of Harrison being
upset. They were friends after all. Not the best of friends or what ever but
decent enough. Sitting next to each other in the hero business course they took
and the hero home Ec. Class that he had been placed in. He still was confused
about why he had been placed in the courses but happy.
Harrison was sweet and friendly, but ridiculously nervous and quite timid.
Harry wasn't like the other's in the hero classes from what he could tell.
Heck, Harrison didn't even want to be in the class! It really wasn't fair. He
ached with everything that he was to be in the hero courses and Harrison
admittedly wanted nothing to do with them. Shinsou still couldn't believe that
Harrison was Eraserhead and Present Mic's kid. What a weird combination! They
did a good job of hiding having a kid.
Shinsou could definitely see it, look wise at least... not so much in the
personality though... Or the relationship... Aizawa was just so stern and
reserved and noble... and well just annoying as hell but super cool! He was
what Shinsou looked up to completely and aspired to be in a hero while Present
Mic... well... He was the exact opposite. How did they even have a kid anyway?
Did they find someone with a specialized fertility quirk, or did one of them
already have the secondary oddity? He had read somewhere that although still
very rare being able to get pregnant while being a male was much more common in
those of European decent.
Shinsou forced his thoughts away from such things as he pulled out his food.
Remembering that Present Mic had told everyone that Harrison couldn't have any
type of sweets or sugary things because he had some sort of allergy of
processed sugar or something... "We should probably go wash our hands. I don't
want you getting sick." The purple haired boy said. Leading Harry to a nearby
bathroom and helping him wash up before going back to the table.
Shinsou pulled out some apple slices. He could tell that Harry really needed
something to eat. He remembered the warnings given when with Present Mic about
Harrison's sugar problems and when their Home Ec. Teacher had thought it a good
idea to mention it as well.
He smiled as Harry began eating, practically wolfing down the offered food
after politely thanking the other boy. Even as a tiny thing Harry was polite as
ever. It was another thing that he liked about the other. Harry was always
polite, it didn't matter who it was that Harrison was talking to they got
treated with genuine kindness and respect.
Once they finished up, Shinsou took Harry back to the bathroom to clean the
sticky fruit juices from his delicate little hands.
"Come on, let's go find your parents." Shinsou said, almost reluctantly. His
face turned up in a smile at the thought of not finding them. Not because he
planned to kidnap Harry or anything but because he, himself, lived in the dorms
so if he couldn't find Harrison's parents he could just take Harry back to the
dorms and tell the school what was going on. It would let him spend some more
time with adorable Harry as well... Though he would never admit that he thought
little kid Harry was the cutest thing ever. Especially after calming down a bit
and beginning to animatedly babble to him.
Shinsou had been too shy before and well... angry and distrusting to try to
make a proper friend. He still was for the most part. Growing up being tossed
from foster home to foster home wasn't exactly the best sort of environment for
teaching someone how to be social or to trust other people for the most part.
Especially being in mostly abusive ones. But... well Harry wasn't like any of
those people. Harry was really nice and truthful and sweet. Being around Harry
as a little kid somehow made everything less stressful. How pathetic, the only
person he was super interested in becoming friends with was turned into a
little kid. Even worse was that he was pretty sure the reason he had been
having so many issues with letting himself become friends with Harrison when
Harry was a normal age was because he was positively infatuated. The teen
sighed and held his hand out for Harry to grasp, Paddy sticking haphazardly out
of the top of the jacket Harry wore. Shinsou gave him another reassuring smile.
"There you are, we have been most worried about you!" Iida looking close to
going into cardiac arrest, snatching Harry's hand before it could properly be
held by Shinsou. "Did none of us think to inform you not to go places with
strangers?! You could have been lost forever! I knew that I should not have
left you with the others! As class representative and your friend I have been
neglectful." Iida insisted and snatched Harry up. Iida held him to his chest
protectively as he stared down the villainous looking boy.
Shinsou frowned. Eyeing the squirming growling child attempting to get away
from the glasses wearing robot of a boy. Yeah, definitely friends. The purple
haired boy couldn't suppress an eye roll. "Harry wasn't kidnaped. I found
Harrison hiding over there, in the bushes, terrified. She was obviously
overwhelmed by the crowd and people." Shinsou snarked pointing to the trees and
bushes.
"There's our Harry! I was so worried!" Kirishima called, tears and snot running
down his face as he rushed over, immediately fussing and cooed as Harry bit his
outstretched hand, growling as fiercely as a three year old could. Harry was
just the cutest little kid in the whole world! Kirishima smiled, giving Harry a
little wave before announcing that he would go grab Mr. Aizawa as he was on a
bit of a rampage.
As Iida began lecturing the other boy about proper protocol when finding a
child at a mall or other public place Harry let out an uncomfortable whine.
Iida's arm dug into his belly and pushed at his ribs painfully and made it hard
to breath.
"Hey, you really need to either put Harry down or change the way you are
holding her. You can't hold a kid like that." Shinsou said, unable to take
watching the other boy practically choke out his friend. Intentional or not.
"What ever do you mean I-"
"What are you doing holding him like that?! Never hold a small child that way!
Especially Harrison, his bones are exceptionally fragile!" Aizawa hissed
rushing to snatch Harry from the other boy's grasp.
"What, sir I-"
Aizawa ignored the boy. Instead immediately walking to a table and sitting
Harry down on it, carefully checking over ribs and his belly for breaks and
bruises. He did his best to ignore the irrational terror that he had nearly
lost Harry all over again. He wanted to take the little boy back home and
smother him in the nest of blankets and sleeping bags he and Harrison had
turned Harry's bedroom into, (Because he just couldn't muster up the effort to
go shopping for a bed and frankly didn't want to.) Feed his Harry a decent meal
and doze for the rest of the weekend... Maybe play some bejeweled on his phone
or something as they half dozed in the cocoon of warmth. This situation
probably had traumatized Harry even worse than he already was. He was doing so
well to.
Aizawa couldn't believe someone had tried stealing Harry away! How did they
manage to do that? His students were supposedly watching him, begged he, Mic,
and Toshinori to allow them to take him him while Mic and Toshinori tried to
force him to get himself some new clothes and some of his own household things.
(Useless and irrational in his opinion as he was perfectly happy with what he
had and they already had plenty of towels and 3 pairs of clothes for work along
with a couple of comfortable sweaters incase it got chilly and two pairs of
pajamas to alternate days. Plenty. He also had a hairbrush, toothbrush and his
eye drops it wasn't like he really needed more than that.) Because the two had
to force him into some department store their-his son could have been stolen
away because of neglectful teenagers.
Aizawa turned to get a good look at the boy Iida insisted must had kidnaped
Harrison and raised an eyebrow. This had to be a mistake. First off he looked
like he had just got off of work. Secondly it was the same teenager Mic
constantly on and off told both he and Toshinori about. The teen that was
desperate to be a hero. The boy with a back story so much like his own it was
painful. It just didn't make any sense. Deciding that he needed the story from
the purple haired teen he asked him what happened. Correcting Iida when he went
to interrupt the other teen in possible misguided protective anger over
Harrison's disappearance.
"Harry's my friend... I would... never do anything like that friend or not! I
found Harry over in the bushes shaking and crying after finishing up work and
locking up! She nearly had an outburst with her quirk it was so bad! I think
she got overwhelmed or something by the people... I know Harry has some real
issues with crowds and loud noises." Shinsou insisted giving Aizawa a pleading
look, begging for at least him to believe him even as rage began to bubble in
his stomach. How dare these people judge him? He hadn't done a single thing
wrong! He was helping out a poor lost little kid, his friend on top of that.
Aizawa nodded slowly. "I believe you. Thank you, and sorry for the trouble. You
didn't deserve to be berated when you were just trying to help." The man said.
Knowing that even if the boy didn't show it being told that he was believed
would mean the world to the Teen. He knew it would have meant the world to him
back when he was more like Shinsou. He turned to a very nervous uncomfortable
looking Harrison. "Can you tell... Mommy what happened Harrison?" The man
asked. Nearly grimacing as he realized being called mommy, even calling himself
such a thing really wasn't bothering him nearly as bad as it had before. It
even made him feel a bit happy really, he was acknowledged as a parent after
all. He still didn't understand why everyone kept calling Harry a he though.
Harry nervously nodded. Eyeing Iida and the others slowly piling in on the
sidelines. "Was scary an' loud. Didn't likes it. Too manys." Harry explained
the best he could beginning to tear up again and tremble rubbing at already red
cheeks.
"Too many people?" Aizawa coxed. Voice and expression calm and soothing.
"Yeah." Harry sniffled.
"But everything is alright now, isn't it? I am here and... Daddies will be here
in a minute and all of your friends are here." Aizawa said, even as he wanted
to strangle the lot of his brats.
"Y-yeah." Harry muttered.
"And your friend here, he was nice to right?" Aizawa asked, his voice still
stern but far more gentle than it normally was.
"Yeah, Shin-so's super nice!" Harry exclaimed nodding his head. Tears starting
to slow.
"Good. That's good. So everything's alright, right? Nothing to be scared of."
Aizawa said with a hint of a smile on his face. The brats better not spread
anything about this!
Harry nodded his head.
Aizawa raised an eyebrow. Prompting Harry to answer with a 'yes Mummy' "Good."
Was the simple answer the child got along with an quick hug. Pride filled the
ragged looking man. Before Harrison would have been so terrified that there was
no way that he would have gotten out of the place without his quirk going
ballistic now he was smiling. Maybe this really was helping him? It was a lot
easier to influence a small child with good and bad experiences than it was
someone already a teenager. A genuine happiness bubbled up in his stomach that
the man hadn't felt since Harrison had been taken away. It was nice being able
to guide someone that loved and trusted and relied completely on you. That
sweet comforted smile he received made him feel like a good parent again,
reassured him that he did know what he was doing.
Shinsou couldn't help but feel envious. Forcing his staring eyes away when he
realized he was looking on at the pair with longing. Man, he really was...
pathetic. First nearly crying when his most beloved hero told him that he
believed him and called him Harry's friend. Now being nearly overwhelmed with
the longing to have a parent like that... The teen sighed, he must really need
some sleep or something.
"Harry! Baby Doll! We were so worried!" Hizashi wailed, nearly knocking
students over in his haste to get to his precious muffins, dragging a red faced
Toshinori through the throng of brats. He was so ready to go home and cuddle
his beautiful men while watching some toons with his adorable little mini
muffin. "You can't be doing that to Daddies! It really scared us sweetie!" The
crazy haired blond loudly wailed. Snatching Harry up and adoringly nuzzled him.
His hand still firmly grasping the skeletal blond's who looked painfully
nervous and shy, his sunken eyes darting to eye the excitedly whispering
students even as his massive hand was gently petting Harrison's back. After a
few moments he was completely focused on his Baby boy, cooing over him as he
looked over Hizashi's shoulder.
"I-I just have to know! Are you all like.. a thing? Because I like really ship
it!" Mineta practically begged his dreams to be true.
"That-that's completely inappropriate, especially in public!" Iida squawked
arms robotically chopping the air as he rounded on the other boy. His face
bright red as he looked nearly like he had possibly short circuited.
"What? It's a valid question! Threesomes are hot!" Mineta said defensively.
Getting a disgusted snort from Shinsou.
Iida made odd disconcerting noises at what the boy had said as Kirishima
insisted that they shouldn't talk about those sorts of things around mini
Harry. Harry was a baby muffin and baby muffins needed to be have their
adorableness protected and if they didn't it wasn't manly.
A mischievous smile lit up Hizashi's face. He turned around, holding Harry with
one arm and making a finger gun at the crowd of students with the other. "That
is a great question my Listener."
"Hizashi, no." Aizawa hissed warningly, eyes clearly alarmed at the tone in his
friend's voice.
The man ignored Aizawa. "Shouta and Toshi are my absolutely sexy handsome
adorable love hunks that I am very proud of having!" The man said in a bragging
tone of voice. Smirking when several students went pale or red faced,
completely in shock at their teacher's overly blunt confession.
"My-my OTP, it's even better than I thought!" Mineta exclaimed nearly in tears
he was so happy even with Harry's dad being a walking skeleton as Mina squealed
next to him about cuteness and even better OTPs than before.
Aizawa patted Toshinori's back as he began spewing up worrying amounts of
blood. Glaring daggers at Hizashi as he pressed a cloth to the gasping man's
mouth. Ignoring the purple haired boy panicking next to him. "Hizashi, get over
here now! Give Harry to 'Kage'." Aizawa hissed dangerously. He didn't trust any
of the other idiotic brats to properly watched him.
"Oh my god! Is Mr. Yagi okay?" Mina shrieked rushing over with Midorya and
several other students.
Hizashi immediately handed Harry over and also freaked out over Toshi, calling
up an ambulance when Toshinori literally collapsed from embarrassment after
Hizashi began spewing out endearments in his panic. He was so getting his ass
kicked.
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"Are you sure you are okay watching Harr' while we go to the hospital?" Hizashi
asked, picking up the book bag full of things for Toshinori. How was he to know
that he could embarrass Toshinori to the point he went into a cardiac fit?
"Of course sir. Harrison will be fine with us." Fumikage said, Darkshadow
nodding along with him.
"Yeah! We won't let you down!" Kirishima insisted. Getting a dry look from a
confused Shinsou who wasn't even really sure how he ended up getting involved
in this mess. The only person he knew here was Harry. He really just wanted to
go back to the dorm to pass out for a few hours.
"This is going to be super fun! Like a sleepover! Then Harry won't be scared.
Too bad Mina and Deku are missing this!" Uraraka said cheerfully, completely
pumped.
"Yes, this seems like a fun way to get to know our peers better." Iida agreed,
cheeks aglow in his excitement.
"Um... do we really need so many people to watch Harry?" Shinsou asked.
"Uh... yeah... I didn't really think of that...! I kind of... panicked didn't
I?" Hizashi laughed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Boo! Sleep over!" Uraraka insisted.
"Alright, Alright! But no crazy partying or anything. Follow what the binder on
the counter says to a T got it? We don't have a lot a' rules but the ones we do
have all involve Harry's health and well being. Main ones are, Harr's got some
stuff that can't be eaten at all the list is in the front of the binder. You
better stick to it! Shouta's got some good recipes in the binder you can use.
You can eat the stuff in the 'fridge. Number 2, don't let Harry get into what
we call 'critter hunter' mode." Hizashi said, making quotation fingers with a
shudder. "It's super cute but... we really don't want that rubbing off on our
muffin and endin' up with freaky squirrel massacres or something when he is
back to normal. Also don't let him fixate on things or obsess. Third-
" Hizashi's tone became sharper his eyes gleaming dangerously, "no freaking
Harr' out, Shouta's best at calmin' our baby doll down without him, there's
probably going ta' be a hospital visit. There will be consequences you won't
like if that happens!" The man said in a twisted sadistic tone that made his
students eep and nodded their heads assuringly. His tone went back to sweet and
pleasant. Ignoring the sweat dripping from his students.
"I will try ta' be back before it gets late. Though I my not be able to. If I
don't get back before my Baby Doll heads to bed than one of you will have ta'
let him sleep with you. This is the most important rule other than, 'making
sure not a single hair on his beautiful little head ain't harmed.' Harr' can't
regulate his body temperature well at all and can literally freeze to death if
he don't have another source of body heat while sleeping." Hizashi explained.
"He?" Shinsou pointed out, eyebrow raised. He had once seen Harrison coming out
of the male bathroom, which he had thought was extremely odd but-
"What?! That's terrible! Who has the highest body temperature of all of us?"
Iida immediately asked. Hardly even noticing the man leave after hugging Harry
and telling him to be a good boy, after that.
"Uh-"
"I am sure that our teachers have a thermometer somewhere. Using it would
likely be the best method in figuring out what would be best for Harrison."
Iida said, completely taking over.
"We can do that later! I want to see Harry's room!" Kirishima insisted, child
like grin on his face. "Can you show us your room Harry, pleeeease?" The shark
tooth boy begged the tiny child hands clasped. Uraraka was quick to join in.
They both cheered as a flustered Harry agreed and led them to his room.
Ururaka squealed at the very sight of it. The green and purple really worked
well together and the pile of stuffed animals was just adorable! Even with the
bed a bit messy, it was obviously meticulously cleaned and organized. On the
walls were marker boards and corkboards carefully organized along with the
calendar that looked like it hadn't been touched since Harrison's
'transformation'.
Kirishima audibly awwed at the sight of pictures all over the walls and sitting
on practically every available surface. A lot of them Harrison with Toshinori,
and a few new ones here and there of Harry with all three of his 'parents'.
Harry looked so much happier in those!
"Harrison must really like dogs." Iida pointed out. After practically finding a
shrine of pictures of Harry with various dogs, absolutely beaming in each
picture. A newer one had Harry gushing over a pony sized dog with an amused and
slightly dubious looking Fumikage standing next to him. Harry looked moments
from a heart attack 'she' was so happy.
"That's an understatement." Fumikage said with a hint of humor in his tone.
Harrison was practically in hysterics anytime he even smelled one he would get
so excited.
"Look! That's me!" Kirishima pointed out excitedly.
"Uraraka and I are also in photos." Iida huffed excitedly, his cheeks turning a
rosy red in his happiness and his bounced from foot to foot and shaking his
fists a mile a minute he was so happy. Yes! They were friends! He had worried
with the reaction of everyone that maybe he had read everything wrong but this
was proof.
"We are!" Uraraka squealed happily. Maybe Harry didn't hate them!
Shinsou shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. Man this was not just weird but
uncomfortable... and kind of.. Well his chest kind of hurt. He really didn't
belong here and-
"Look at this one! It's soooo cute!" Uraraka insisted, dragging the purple
haired boy over to look at a picture of him in the middle of falling asleep in
class, his hair even fluffier and more gravity defying than it usually was.
Harry smiling next to him.
Shinsou' looked away, his face on fire. A scowl tugged at his face even as his
chest felt like it would burst.
"There are sure a lot of pictures of you, Tokoyami! Like a lot, a lot!"
Kirishima pointed out. The guy practically had a shrine to himself. Little
gothic looking skull and fancy looking cross keychains hung below the pictures
on a neat keychain hanger and the stuffed animals that he had won for Harrison
using a claw machine were sat all over the room. Making Fumikage rub at the
back of his neck.
"Yes... well Harrison and I do things together quite often." Fumikage finally
said after a few minutes.
"Yeah often... Harry, Fumikage, and I do stuff together constantly!" Darkshadow
scuffed. His tone teasing and amused.
"What's up with all of this gothic stuff?" Uraraka asked. Poking it with an
amused huff. She turned to the bird headed teen after scanning through the
photos with a devious gleam in her eyes. "You gave them to her, didn't you?"
She said, tone excited. "Do you... you know.. Like Harry... Like um like-like
her?" Squealing as a blush spread over the boy's beak. "You do don't you!?"
"I- we are just friends. That is all." The bird headed boy insisted even as his
heart felt like it wanted to jump out of his chest. Was he just embarrassed or
was she right? He was just glad Harrison wasn't in the room for all of this
nonsense. Wait, where had Harrison gone?
 End Chapter 9
Chapter End Notes
     So here is chapter 9! Sorry I didn't update it when I said I would. I
     literally fell asleep before I could yesterday and then forgot to do
     it today.
     So what should I do next with this story? Any ideas?
     Still have the poll of who should end up with Harry up by the way! So
     cast your vote!!!
     By the way have maybe 500 words left until I am done with the next
     chapter of 'Not the Place I was Hoping for' so be watching out in the
     next few days for it!
     If anyone is interested in coloring pages or anything I plan to start
     making some soon with the new smoother nicer updated version of the
     drawing program that I use! I will be using either Tumblr, facebook
     or Deviantart for them. I would love some suggestions on what to
     draw! Always taking requests!
     I am also going to start making art for this fanfiction soon. And
     have started a Manga for 'Like the Glow of Light-Green Emeralds'(The
     new chapter for that fic is about 1000-2000 words from being done)
     I have also started writing two different fanfictions similar to this
     one that I can't wait to get far enough in to show everyone!
     Please Review! It both gives me ideas and motivation! I really love
     to know what you guys think!
     P.S.(If you want to read about my pathetic life)
     Really upset, my gran told me that my grandfather said he won't
     cosign my dorm loan for school next year real smug like.(He doesn't
     even pay for any of it my gran and I do and he destroyed her credit a
     year ago so she can't cosign) We think that he was planning on
     telling me when I wouldn't have enough time to try saving money or
     anything. He acted furious when my gran told him that he wasn't going
     to be blindsiding me or playing any of his horrible mind games
     because she had already told me what he said. Totally flipped out on
     her like he was angry that he didn't get the chance to devastate me.
     (No joke the man is a total asshole) So I may not be able to update
     much this summer as I am going to be trying my best to get a good
     job. So please don't be mad! I will try my best to update everything
     as much as possible. I really love writing but school is most
     important to me right now. I just wanted you all to know in advanced
     as it was sprung on me and that really wasn't fun and I didn't think
     it would be nice of me to spring it on anyone else if I have to only
     update once or twice during the summer.
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
     Alright so this chapter ended up being a relatively short 6293 words
     long.
     Sorry about taking so long and not responding I have had a lot of
     super crazy bad crap happen in my life the last few weeks that I had
     to deal with.
     Hope everyone likes this!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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Harrison sighed despondently, sniffling a little as it finally settled in that
his Mummy and Daddy's weren't back. 'Sesend' Daddy even said that he might not
even be back until the next day! Harry could feel tears form at the thought.
What was he supposed to do without them? They never left him! Was Daddy going
to be okay? Gut churning anxiety settled into his tiny body.
Harry flopped onto his Daddy's bed and drug the man's pillow to his face to
press to his nose. It smelled faintly of metal, more of fresh laundry and
Daddy's natural comforting nice smells. It Harry burrowed under the thick warm
comforter. Sniffing curiously at another pillow near his head. Unable to help
himself he enthusiastically nuzzled against it once he realized the different
smell was the smell of his second Daddy. Harry huffed with effort as he began
to rearrange the pillows and spare blanket the best he could into a nest fort
sort of thing.
"Harry buddy! Come out! Please... um stop playing around like this... It's uh
kind of worrying us!" Kirishima called. His tone skittering the edge of panic.
"Yes! This behavior is most disconcerting!" Iida agreed, chopping his arm in
emphasis.
"I wouldn't worry too much as I doubt Harrison has left the house with it being
such an unseasonably cool evening." Fumikage assured the others. Knowing
already that Harrison wasn't a fan of cool weather even at his normal teenage
age. He was sure he would dislike it even more as a tiny toddler. It was
practically his bane... well, other than water.
"Are you sure? I mean it does make sense but-" Iida said, being cute off.
Shinsou snorted. "Even I know Harry can't stand it being even a little cold."
He pointedly eyed an offended looking Uraraka and Iida over, "Not much of a
friend... either of you, are you?" The teen snarked.
"Just because we have not had the chance to interact as much doesn't mean that
we are not friends!" Iida insisted, absolutely bristling. "I mean I have not
even heard of you before! I haven't even seen you with Harrison!" Iida insisted
with narrowed eyes.
Shinsou growled, trying to hide how much the words bothered him. It wasn't his
fault that he had to work so much! He was a General education student, his
scholarship didn't pay for food or school supplies, nor the full price of the
apartments on campus no matter how well he did on the written tests! He
couldn't afford to take a day off to have fun like the hero course kids!
"Stop, we should not be fighting! Harrison does not like fighting, it will
surely just cause upset." Fumikage said, trying to defuse the situation. He
himself had only seen the other boy twice before hand. Both times with Harry
who had animatedly spoke to the teen. Other than that he didn't really know
him. He hadn't even said more than a polite greeting to the other teen in those
two times either. Though Harry had spoken about a, Shinsou, on more than one
occasion... Quite a few actually. If Harrison trusted this odd lavender haired
boy then he would trust his friend's judgment.
This boy hadn't given anyone a reason not to yet so the others needed to stop
treating him with such suspicion. It wasn't just rude but not right as well.
They lived in a world of thousands of different quirks that made people appear
strange looking, like himself, and so one should never judge another on their
appearance. Especially one that wished to be a hero simply because they had a
'villainous' look! He himself had a rather intimidating appearance. Much like a
raven or a crow.
"Tokoyami is right! We really need to stop fighting when the guy hasn't done
anything, it's not manly at all! Especially when Harry's around. You should
never argue when a kid's around! It's not right." Kirishima growled. Brows
furrowed, clearly upset.
"Y-your right. I-I apologize." Iida said, bowing his head. Is that why Harrison
didn't come out? Was she afraid of the arguing? He swallowed hard. Suddenly
feeling a sickening guilt. He felt despicable. He never meant to do that to his
timid mild tempered classmate. Iida knew even though he had not got the chance
to interact with Harrison much that it was very distressing for 'her' to be
around arguing and conflict.
Shinsou snorted, eyeing the other boy with distrust before walking past him.
"Yeah, what ever." He grunted and headed to the hallway opposite to the one
that Harrison's bedroom was located. He had noticed some clothes hanging out of
the bag Present Mic had taken to go to the hospital after coming out of the
room at the end of it. So logically there should be another bedroom at that
end, especially with as large as the home was.
Shinsou grimaced at the sight of what he assumed was Harrison's parent's
bedroom. It was mostly tidy with only a few socks and shirts spilling out of a
tipped over hamper. Nothing about the upkeep was... almost horrifying to see,
instead it was the memorabilia. The room was brimming with All Might
Merchandise. Thankfully there weren't any posters of the man staring down at
everyone or collectable figurines but absolutely everything else had the All
Might patterns, colors, and logos on them. Everything down to the dressers and
end tables. Even the massive bed's headboard!
Why were the two so obsessed with All Might though? They were the loud and
charismatic Present Mic and the logical and cunning Eraserhead. Why would they
want all of this stuff? Though the clothes looked more like they were meant for
someone 2-3 times their size so... Wait.. The bed was huge... Present Mic was
wailing declarations of adoration at the thin man he had seen around school
talking to Harrison... And Mr. Aizawa was holding the man and yelling at Mic...
Could they... could they really all be in a relationship like Present Mic had
jokingly implied? Shinsou went red-faced as it all kind of finally hit him. He
was literally standing in the room of three people that may be... doing stuff
together... One his teacher... And the parents(?) Of his only friend and love
of his life when well she/he(?)... was not a 3 or so year old... This was way
too weird! Shinsou wasn't even sure what to think. He... felt a little faint.
"Shin'so?" A soft voice crooned. Startling the boy from his deep thoughts. He
was quick to turn his head to locate the owner of the small sweet voice.
Startled that Harrison had been there the whole time apparently. Wrapped up in
brightly colored blankets like a burrito and surrounded by pillows it was hard
to even see Harrison's face let alone tell he was even in the room. Kid Harry
was as tiny as he/she(?) was stealthy.
Shinsou couldn't help but smile at his friend. His heart fluttering at the
sight of those kind trusting luminescent eyes. If they-they had kids would they
have the same eyes? A bright blush tinted the boy's cheeks as he comprehended
what he was thinking about. D-did he really just think about something like
that? Oh man, he had it really really bad, didn't he? How embarrassing! And
yet... the feeling.. It wouldn't go away... The-the smile.. Even though not a
stupid grin, he could still feel it lighting up his face.
"There you are! Dark Shadow and I were quite worried about you! Please do not
run off like that again. It is upsetting that you would not come to us if you
where unhappy." Fumikage said, automatically holding out his arms and allowing
Harrison to dive into them, sniffling. Already quite use to his friend's love
of cuddles. Although he wasn't usually a fan of physical contact he couldn't
help but enjoy it if it was from his petite emotional friend. "Everything will
be fine. I am sure that your father will be alright, he is a strong man. He has
a fighting spirit." Fumikage said reassuringly, patting his friend's head and
running fingers through silken smooth hair.
"Want thems." Harry muttered, teary eyed.
"I know and I am sure that they will at the very least call us before bed. You
will see them soon." Fumikage explained. Trying not to eye the blinding bed
spread. He had known that Mr. Yagi had an obsession with All Might but this...
well was complete and utter over kill! He had only respect for the hero but how
was one able to even sleep with how bright everything in the room was? He
smiled as Harry nuzzled into his petting hand with a calmed expression and
muttering affectionately about his birdies.
Anger and irritation filled every fiber of Shinsou. Harrison had wanted him,
his reassurance and of course the bird hero wannabee immediately took away all
of his focus! Attention seeking. Pretending to stick up for him just in case
Harrison was close enough to over hear then right as Harrison wanted him for
comfort the bird boy immediately had to step in, to make sure that he was
viewed in a better light then he himself. Shinsou was sure if he had a 'heroic'
quirk. Something like All Might, than he wouldn't have pulled something like
that. People like him.. It wasn't like he had ever been looked down on.
Familiar bitterness swept through the lavender haired teen.
"Hey, so you found her? What a relief! You can't been running off like that
Har' that was like, super scary!" Kirishima all but wailed. Zipping over to the
pair. "Wow. It's bright in here! Super manly!" He said, temperately distracting
himself.
Eyeing a shaking frowning, Shinsou, Harrison's brows furrowed and he pulled
away from his friend. "Shin'so!" Harry called out, holding his arms up for the
teen just as Fumikage had done for him.
The bitter edges immediately faded away from the lavender teen's face, leaving
a wistful smile and softened eyes. He rolled them teasingly. "Alright-alright.
Lets get you something to eat." The tall teen said. Instantly in a much better
mood. Harrison wasn't like them. Never like them and he would just have to
focus on that. Even if Harrison was never more than a friend... H-Harrison
believed in him and was genuinely kind to him and he wouldn't give that up just
because the rest of them couldn't see him for who he really was. Not like
Harry. He.. He would be a hero no matter what!
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"This couch is socomfy!" Uraraka exclaimed, giggling as she flopped herself
onto the piece of furniture. Rolling her eyes as Iida immediately gasped in
horror and began to lecture her on proper furniture etiquette and how one
doesn't eat on the couch when guests at someone's home. His arms frantically
chopped at the air in his entice speech.
Harry on the other hand was concentrating on doing his best to help Kirishima
clean vegetables as Fumikage chopped them and Shinsou scrolled through his
phone to try and figure out how to properly cook steak and chicken. He himself,
normally stuck to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cups of ramen to cut
down costs. He wasn't a bad cook but he would even admit, himself, that he was
far from the best or most experienced.
He nearly jumped when his phone suddenly started ringing. Who in the hell would
call him? He didn't even recognize the number. Shinsou shrugged with a
exhausted yawn and grabbed the salt, deciding it should be okay to simply pore
it over the chicken. It said you were supposed to add salt to make sure food
wasn't bland after all.
The home phone rung only seconds after his cell. Shinsou grumbled under his
breath and grabbed it before Iida could. He was sure the stuck up idiot would
freak out whom ever was on the other end. "Hello? Sorry but Mr.-" He was cut
off again, for at least the third time that day alone.
"Don't you dare dump crap all over my chicken. That shit's organic. Do you have
any idea how expensive getting organic poultry is?" The voice on the other end
growled.
"W-What?" Shinsou stuttered, alarmed. Who in the hell?
"I'll be there in 10 minutes and I don't want you to do any-... Hizashi, take a
right, a right! Damn it, I told you this way was under construction! Really?
One lane? This is ridiculous." The man on the other end of the phone
complained.
"Shouta baby, I'm sorry! That guy cut me off!" A loud, familiar voice hissed
mumbling about inconsiderate jerks in the background.
"I told you your banned from endearments!" The man grumbled, getting a petulant
whine of 'NO!' in return. Which was ignored. "Alright, make that 15- really
your letting them go before us? Is thatBrickjack directing traffic? It's
Brickjack, saw me didn't he?" There was a long suffering sigh. "That prick...
It'll be about 20 minutes before we get back... Don't mess with anything, we'll
cook. I'm not going to have you brats burning down the house." The man
grumbled. "Now put my beef and chicken away and stop Kirishima from cutting up
my onions. They will be useless then and I don't want to have to buy more. I
already have everything all marinated and ready to cook." The man said in a
bored tone of voice.
"W-wait how do you?-"
"Tell Iida to stop reorganizing the living room to... I finally managed to
arrange it how I like everything." The grumpy man drawled, letting out an
irritated noise.
"Whhhhat?! He better not be goin' through my DVD collection! It's already hard
enough to navigate it with everything put into alphabetical order!" Present Mic
shrieked in the background.
"I told you already. It's a more logical way to keep everything. I'm not going
to argue with you over this again."
What the hell was going on? Shinsou couldn't remember the last time he felt so
confused.
"Anyway, sorry for keeping you. We'll be there in less than 10 minutes. Make
sure Kirishima doesn't cut up those onions and that you put the meat away." The
man grunted, the phone made a click then obnoxious beeps of disconnection.
"Um... Okay?" Shinsou said, confusion coloring his voice as he stared at the
phone in his hands. "I-I think Harrison's mom(?) just called? He said that he
doesn't want any onions cut up and that he and Mr. Present Mic will be here in
the next few minutes." The lavender haired teen explained. Eyes darting around.
Once he realized Kirishima was indeed about to bring a knife down on an onion.
What the hell? How did he know that? Crazy.
"O..kay?"
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Harry eagerly dove into Aizawa's open arms. Nuzzling against the man's stubbly
chin in his excitement as he was picked up. "Mum'my!" He whined, happy tears
immediately beginning to fill his eyes at the very presence of the man.
"I know. I know." The man crooned, lightly bouncing his child. Deliberately
narrowing his eyes at Hizashi, making sure the other man was sure to feel his
displeasure. What was the idiot thinking? Leaving their son with these brats?
Of course his Harrison would be traumatized! He patted his son on the head
affectionately and slid him to sit on his hip. "Don't worry, this won't be
happening again. You will be coming with us tomorrow." The man calmly told
Harrison as he walked past protesting teens and made his way into the living
room then to a closet before pulling out a sleeping bag. Humming quietly to
Harrison as his sweet fearful child clung to him desperately.
The man grumbled under his breath as he briskly walked past the group, ignoring
a whining Hizashi. "Wake us up when the food's done." The man demanded.
Deciding that having to cook with half a dozen obnoxious teens should be a
decent start to his friend's punishment. His Harrison obviously needed some
cuddles and one on one time with him. It didn't help that he hadn't even taken
a nap all day.
"WHAAAAT?! But Shouta!" Hizashi whined. Grimacing as the teens began asking
rapid fire questions all around him.
"Harrison's obviously stressed out and tired. He needs some quiet time." Aizawa
immediately pointed out.
Hizashi's next complaint died on his tongue. His expression softened as he eyed
Harrison's slumped teary eyed form. He rubbed the back of his head. "Alright,
but I get to pick the movie and you gotta watch it with us, 'kay?" Hizashi
insisted, smirking sadistically.
"Yeah... what ever. I was already expecting you to say something like that."
Aizawa said waving the other man off.
"ALL RIGHT MA' LISTE-NERS! GET OUT A' MY WAY AND YOU'LL GET TO SEE A REAL PRO
IN THE KITCHEN, YA' DIG, YEAAAAH?!" Hizashi eagerly shrieked as he snatched up
a knife and began to enthusiastically chop at the array of veggies still on the
cutting board. Loving the freaked out and awed looks on his student's faces.
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"Um... Sir... You are still in your sleeping bag... and you are at the dinning
room table." Iida tentatively pointed out.
"Huh. I am? I don't think we have eaten in here before." Aizawa pointed out
nonchalantly as he blinked at a snail's pace. "Hey, Harrison. Are you hungry?"
The man grumbled.
"Wait... Where is Harr' sir?" Kirishima asked doing his best not to squeak.
Eyes wide and frightened.
"Your right! If she is sleeping all on her own. That-that could be detrimental!
She could-could-" Iida cut himself off simply from the pure horror that ran
through his mind. He and the others were instantly on their feet, searching
through the house.
A zipping sound and Harrison's head popped out from the over stuffed sleeping
bag, wiggling his uninjured arm out.
"Uh... You going to tell 'em?" Hizashi asked pointing his thumb at the frantic
teens before taking a gulp of coffee.
"Huh, no... why?" Aizawa deadpanned, taking a gulp of his own cup of coffee.
His attention then was completely back to his now much calmer son. He carefully
cut up a few pieces of chicken and offered one to Harrison who hesitantly ate
it. He didn't seem to ever be nearly as enthused to eat poultry than he was to
eat red meat. Beef seemed to be his absolute favorite thing to eat. Shouta
actually wondered if the reason Harrison preferred it was because he was
willing to cook his steak less. The whole canine/carnivorous like thing
flavoring the boy's taste for blood.
"Well.. There you know... kind of freaking out.." Hizashi pointed out. Looking
mildly concerned even as he took a bite of his veggies. "Hey, Harry sweetie,
you want some of Daddy's? It's good!" Hizashi asked, easily getting distracted
by his baby boy's big green eyes looking up at him attentively. Adoration
instantly bubbling up in his chest to nearly overflowing at the sight of his
'momma' Shouta and 'their' sweet child. Their child that looked so much like
the best traits of both of them that it wouldn't take even the slightest of
efforts to pretend that he was actually made from the both of them. That Shouta
was actually his Momma and he was his Daddy by blood.
Hizashi wished that Harry could just stay that way forever. He was so much
happier that way too. He was sure that Toshi would feel the same way! Toshi was
so cute to! Hizashi was sure that he could easily convince Shouta to accept him
if the man hadn't already. It wouldn't be hard. The meek man was such a sweety
pie, just like their Harry! "Here baby doll." Hizashi cooed, leaning over to
put his fork to Harrison's mouth.
"You're teaching him terrible table manners." Aizawa complained.
"Says the guy who keeps feeding him." Hizashi teased.
"Yeah, so... I.. Just... don't want him spilling on me." Shouta muttered. The
look he gave the other man was just daring him to disagree with him.
"Of course Shouta, I dig!" Hizashi readily agreed. No way in hell was he going
to disagree with his handsome muffin, especially after everything that had
happened that day... partially because of him. Shouta had been more than a
little moody with him since the... incident at the mall earlier that day.
Hizashi was happy that Harr' was at least making the other man perk up a bit.
Though he himself was still feeling a bit peeved that the group of teens hadn't
even started making food until nearly 8:30 at night. Harry was quite obviously
hungry as he wasn't doing his normal bird-like picking while eating unless low
on sugar. Instead he was greedily devouring everything offered to him. Much
like an infant the three had to feed Harrison every few hours with his
ridiculous metabolism and lackluster appetite, being more of a grazer.
"Where Toe Daddy?" Harry asked between bites, eyes darting around like he
expected the thin man to suddenly walk out from some hiding place.
Shouta froze momentarily before bringing another forkful to Harrison's mouth.
Hizashi sat, ridged next to him guilt and embarrassment plain as day on his
face.
"Well... you see..." Shouta began, unsure exactly what to say. Irritation
crossed his face as his phone buzzed. He yanked it out of his pocket intending
to turn it off. His eyes began glowing red at the sight that greeted him. The
bedrooms were trashed. Those brats were so getting it! Shouta plopped Harrison
in Hizashi's lap grumbling under his breath.
"Shou-Shouta... Baby? Is... everything alright?" The blond nervously asked,
gulping. He so looked like he was about to go on a war path. He just hoped it
wasn't anything that he did. Though he gave him Harry though... so...
"No it's not!" The dark haired man hissed, thrusting his phone in his friend's
face. "Look at what those brats did!" Shouta growled. Trembling in anger at
very sight of what he saw on his screen.
"Wait, what? But these are... there the bedrooms? Di-did you put cameras in all
the rooms?!" Hizashi eeped, looking completely scandalized.
Shouta rolled his eyes. "Of course I did! I'm not going to live somewhere that
isn't secure. Anyway, I wanted to... make sure that Harrison and Toshinori were
alright if we were ever gone. Their a danger to themselves you know!"
"E-even in the bathroom?"
"Of course! That's where I started after that spider villain escaped, I felt
like it was one of the best rooms to monitor. He obviously... preferred that
environment as Harrison told me that the spider had only ever been encountered
in an actual bathroom." Shouta explained.
"What, spider?!"
"Yes, spider. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go... punish some students."
The man rumbled, yanking at his capture weapon. "Make sure he eats more than
just meat." Aizawa ordered.
"Um... Okay Shouta Baby." The man squeaked.
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"Harry was with you the whole time?!" The group shrieked. Getting an
incredulous look from their teacher.
"Of course he was! Did you really think I would really just leave him all
alone?" The man asked, dully, hand on his hip.
"Well no but-"
"Shut up.. Just.. Just." The man sighed, running a hand through his hair. Why
was 3 year old Harry easier to deal with than this lot, honestly? "Clean up the
mess you made... I don't want Toshinori coming home to this."
"O-of course sir! I am so sorry, please don't be mad! We'll clean it up right
away!" Uraraka insisted, looking nearly in tears at the mention of the rail
thin man.
"Yes, of course we will! I promise upon my honor as class president that I,
Tenya Iida will complete this task before eating." Iida said, enthusiastically
bowing to his teacher.
"Yes, as will Dark Shadow and I." Fumikage readily agreed.
"Well... It wasn't like I was going to give any of you a choice anyway." Shouta
said bluntly. Getting a frown from his students and a snort and amused smirk
from Shinsou.
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"We're going to bed." Aizawa grumbled unenthusiastically. Not a fan of loud
obnoxious teens shrieking over loud and obnoxious movies.
"What? But I thought we were all having a sleep over!" Kirishima pouted.
Uraraka nodded. "Yeah! I thought that we were going to you know, make it a
thing! We even drug out the sleeping bags and blankets we saw in Harry's
closet!" She added.
"She's got a point." Hizashi teased, though looking a little put out that
Shouta got to cuddle with their baby doll for what the 3rd? No, at least 4th
night in a row! Totally not fair just because he went to bed before him and
Toshi! "Anyways, I want to cuddle with our littlest listener tonight! I was
going ta read to him and everything!" Hizashi whined giving the man his best
puppy dog eyes.
"No. Harrison needs to actually go to sleep. It's nearly midnight. He's going
to be extremely cranky in the morning already. Even worse, he's going to be
fussy and unwilling to eat at all if he doesn't head to bed." Aizawa grumbled
impatient to go to bed.
"But didn't you say you have to finish up that grading anyways?" Hizashi
pointed out.
Shouta groaned and ran a hand over his face. Damn it!
"I can take Harry. I am actually rather tired." Fumikage offered, carefully
standing up and stepping over Shinsou, who was already dead to the world and
sleeping on the floor.
Aizawa eyed the teen critically. He would probably have to help get Toshinori
settled back in if he was released the next day... and he probably wouldn't be
able to finish up grading the essays the next day if he didn't get it done...
Also... Tokoyami was good friend's with his Harrison... If he got the papers
done... then he could possibly also go to bed early the next day as well...
"You sure?" Aizawa asked after several minutes.
"Of course. I got up earlier than usual this morning and Harrison lays all over
me, all the time. I am use to it by now so it does not bother me in the
slightest." The bird headed teen explained.
"Fine... Just... make sure to use a sleeping bag, even if you just lay it over
the two of you. It's easier to keep his body temperature up that way...
Harrison needs it... pretty quiet to sleep with his enhanced hearing so I...
guess you can sleep in Harrison's room.. Don't forget Paddy, by the way. Can't
sleep without him." Aizawa explained, as he passed his son over to the teen and
held out the worn stuffed dog.
Fumikage nodded. "Of course." He said, nodding at his teacher politely. He
smiled a little as Harry clung to his T-shirt, muttering something about his
Birdie under his breath. Making the teen nearly preen... though he wasn't...
really sure why.
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It hadn't been so bad. Fumikage was worried that it would feel awkward or
something to be cuddled up with his now toddler friend to sleep but it hadn't
been. It was just like when they took naps together when they hung out together
after school or on the weekends. Harry was of course, like an octopi, clinging
to him. The sleeping bag's warmth made him more tired and out of it than he
normally was. Repeatedly dragging him back to sleep. It helped that his
friend's bed was practically a nest.
"Get up get up! Fumikage!" A croaky voice whined, yanking at Fumikage's
sensitive feathers. Jolting him awake.
"What do you want? You are being very rude." Fumikage grumbled, running a hand
over his tender plumage, letting out a barely concealed hiss of discomfort.
"Don't tell me you are bored or something."
"Of course not, I would never do that!" Dark Shadow insisted, rubbing the back
of his head at the incredulous look he got. "I-I wouldn't do that now... I
mean..." He meeped. Straightening up, "Anyway, our Harrison isn't here
anymore!"
"Wait, what are you-" Panic flooded Fumikage's system as he tossed the sleeping
bag aside. Dark Shadow hadn't been joking. Harrison wasn't there. He reasoned
that he was probably feeling an irrational panic with as many people as there
were in the house but a justifiable one with so man knives and cleaning
chemicals in easy to reach spots under all of the sinks in the house.
Especially as it was still rather early on a weekend. it was unlikely that
anyone else was up! Fumikage was quick to get up after that. Not bothering to
get on his clothing from the day before. Instead he sprang up and left the room
to find his best friend.
"Finally someone else is up besides me! This was ridiculous Tokoyami! It is
nearly 8! 8!Unlike Mr. Aizawa who was dedicated enough to our education and
stayed up until nearly 30 minutes after I woke up this morning, none of us
should be sleeping right now. It is truly shameful how much of the day has been
wasted!" Iida exclaimed the very moment the other boy even stepped foot into
the kitchen.
Iida just didn't get it. Why was everyone still sleeping? He had even set an
alarm for 6 instead of 5 like he normally did! Giving everyone an extra hour of
sleep. Iida was just glad that Harrison was so well behaved even if a little
cranky. She seemed to have been the only other one to wake to his alarm. Though
a nervous wreck, she had come off as extremely punctual and organized when at
school.
Tenya definitely felt at a lose though. Being the younger Iida child and having
no one around with a baby or toddler. He wasn't really sure how to do anything
with a small child. And shamefully enough had to even consult his phone for
advice on how to even carry a child properly. Afraid of harming Harrison like
he had done the day before at the mall.
Harry eagerly held up his hands, making grabby motions. "My birdies!" he
huffed, squirming in Iida's hold. Dark Shadow immediately gushed nearly seizing
in cute overload.
"Harrison I will have to ask you not to do that! I do not want to drop you!"
Iida squawked, stumbling as he tried to steady Harrison.
"No! My Birdies! Mine!" Harry insisted. Grouchy pout on his sleepy looking
face.
"But I-"
"Come here my floofy!" Dark Shadow cooed, excitedly holding out his arms to
Harrison.
Iida, along with another, yowled in alarm as Harry eagerly sprung into the
shadow's outstretched arms. Eagerly nuzzling against the shadow creature.
"My baby doll!" A voice gasped.
"P-Present Mic sir!" Iida exclaimed, twisting around.
The man had a slacked jaw, green eyes vivid and wild. He looked close to tears
and trembling head to foot. Clearly terrified.
"Ses' Daddy?" Harry said, pulling away from cuddling with his Sha'dow birdie.
Tears welling up in his eyes at the sight of his Daddy so upset. He immediately
burst into tears when tears forced their way from Hizashi's eyes. The weird
itchy wiggly feeling was under his skin again making him cry even more.
"It-it's okay baby! Don't cry little listener, Second Daddy was just s-super
scared!" Hizashi crooned, wiping at his eyes. The man glared viciously at the
pair of teens even as he kept his tone sickly sweet. The look in his eyes gave
the teens/shadow entity the distinct impression that the man wasn't anywhere
near what could be considered completely stable.
"Wow! What's... going on in here?" Shinsou tentatively asked. Getting more than
mildly scary vibes from his teacher. He looked so different with his hair down,
actually really attractive.
"Nothing... nothing." Hizashi exclaimed holding out his arms while giving a
wide eyed Dark Shadow a pointed look and wiggled his fingers.
"Come here Harry sweetie!" Hizashi cooed. Snatching his son back. The man
gently rubbed at his baby boy's back and rocked him. "It's alright. Second
Daddy's fine. I'm fine." The man insisted high pitched in an attempt to sooth.
He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end slowly ease its
way down as Harry nuzzled his tear dampened face against his neck and settled
down.
"I-I don't understand, why was she crying sir?" Iida asked completely
flabbergasted.
"Harrison is extremely empathetic. It's likely... that Harrison cried because
Mr. Present Mic was crying." Fumikage pointed out eyeing his teacher a little
warily still even as the man was now completely engrossed in babying and
swinging around his mini-muffin, making 'wwwweeee' noises as he whipped the
toddler around in the air.
Iida nodded, carefully stepping away from the pair. "That... does make sense.
But... why hasn't he cried when Midoriya does then?" he pondered.
Shinsou snorted, "Easy, Harrison obviously isn't attached to who ever you're
talking about... Harry usually only really gets... super emotional when it
comes to people that she's(?) Really attached to. And... well Harry talks a lot
about people that she really seems to like... and I have never heard a peep
about some one named Midoriya."
"What?! But Midoriya is an honorable and exemplary student!"
"Hey, chill it yo! All this fighting is goin' to upset my baby doll again! I
don' want the only things he remembers when he's poofed back into teenhood ta'
be everyone around him being upset with each other and arguing all the time,
you dig?" Hizashi scolded, cuddling his adorable sweetie pie close.
Shinsou's brows furrowed. Again... He?
"You guys are so loud!" Uraraka complained, yawning into her fist as she
stumbled away from the sleeping pile in the living room area. "I'm really
hungry, does anyone know how to make anything good for breakfast?"
Hizashi flashed her a look of pained disbelief. "Uh... You do know that I was
the one that cooked up all of that grub last night... right?" He said, pointing
to himself. "Take him for a bit, yeah?" The man said, pointedly giving Harry to
Shinsou who couldn't help but smirk at Iida and Dark Shadow's irritated
expressions.
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"I still can't believe you brought all of those brats home!" Shouta hissed,
giving Hizashi the hairy eyeball.
"I'm sorry Shouta Baby! I panicked! I wasn't thinking at all!" Hizashi whined.
Giving the man puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, and that's the only reason I'm even putting up with you right now."
Aizawa grumbled while rolling his eyes. He shifted Harry, whom was sleeping in
his arms little hands clinging to his captor weapon.
"There you are! I was supposed to be discharge nearly half an hour ago. I was
worried you guys... forgot about me or something." Toshinori exclaimed, relief
clear as day on his face.
"Of course not!" Hizashi squawked, scandalized.
"No... We just had to get rid of the lazy ravenous brats that refused to
leave." Shouta grumbled irritably, shooting Hizashi an annoyed look before
plopping himself in a chair.
"Wait, so they-they spent the night?" Toshinori exclaimed flailing.
Hizashi eeped, immediately rushing to the pale man's side. "Calm down, please
calm down my lemon tart!"
"Wait, lemon tart? Why lemon tart?" Toshinori asked. Giving the other man a
weirded out look.
"Because your hair is like lemon and your sweet like a tart!" Hizashi insisted.
"Sounds like your calling him a sour slut."
"NO! It's endearing!" Hizashi denied. Putting his hand over his heart for
emphasis. "I said it with love!"
"Yeah and you hand a walker down the street enough money they can say plenty
'with love' to." Aizawa snorted, rubbing at Harrison's Back.
Toshinori choke going bright red, even mortified, a snicker passed his lips.
"You are both horrible! I'm trying to be sweet and ya' tease me yo, it ain't
fair!" Hizashi pouted, crossing his arms.
"Don't be that way Hizashi." Shouta drawled, a playful smile on his face.
"Why not, going to banned me from sweet talking you again?" Hizashi muttered
petulantly.
Aizawa snorted, quirking his lip a bit. "No... Because when you look... cute.
Like that... it makes me want kiss you, idiot."
Wait... did he really just? Was serious, always in business mode Shouta
actually... f-flirting?
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"I'm fine really! You-you both don't need to worry over me..." Toshinori
insisted, face bright red.
"Nonsense! This ain't a bother!" Hizashi insisted, fluffing up the man's
pillow.
"Well... um thank you!"
Hizashi simply grinned at the other man, helping to arrange the pillow behind
his back before walking to the other side of the massive bed and dove in,
sitting his glasses on the bedside table before scooting in and sprawling out.
"You're so cute!" Hizashi laughed at the flustered man.
"I-I'm not!" Toshinori meeped, hands on his cheeks.
"Are so! Isn't that right baby doll? He's a cutie right?" Hizashi insisted.
"Yeah, Daddy's cutiest!" Harry sleepily agreed, snugged up against Toshinori's
side.
"See?!"
"Quiet down and stop moving your legs around I'm trying to sleep." Shouta
hissed.
"Well if you don't want to be poked by my feet then maybe you shouldn't be
sleeping at the end of the bed like a dog or something and be wiggling your way
up here, with us!" Hizashi teased.
"You cling." Shouta dead panned.
"Out of love~!" Hizashi guffed, affronted.
"I know other things that can cling... out of 'love'." Shouta muttered.
Smirking when he heard a choking noise.
"SHOUUUUTA! You can't say... stuff like that when Harr's awake! Don' be
tainting our adorable baby boy's precious innocent mind!" Hizashi squawked. As
Toshinori gawked and covered Harry's ears.
The brunet rolled his eyes. "He's asleep, now turn off the light and go to
sleep."
"Yes mom!"
 End Chapter 10
Chapter End Notes
     So I hope everyone liked this new chapter!
     Only 1 more chapter before we decided who Harry ends up with!
     I am going to relaunch the poll by the way, though without Todoroki
     as I think that he and Harry wouldn't be good for each other. You can
     tell me why you want him and Harry together in the comments though
     and I may change it.
     I have started making fanart of possible love children from Harry and
     other characters together with him. If you want to see them than head
     to my facebook page!
     So the reason I have been practically silent for a while is because I
     have been going through some major stuff with my family. It has been
     very stressful. My grandfather has to get a triple bypass but has
     less than a 50% chance of even surviving because his blood is so thin
     it is like water after months and months of trying to get him to
     produce platelet. Then last week my grandmother called me and told me
     that my dog was at the vet because she was extremely sick. She ended
     up getting sent home Friday and took a turn for the worse and died
     right next to my grandmother 1am, Sunday. It's been very depressing.
     Please review! I would love to hear what you guys think and who you
     want Harry with for what reason!
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Notes
     So this chapter ended up being 6296 words without Author's notes. I
     hope everyone ends up liking this. Sorry I didn't get it done sooner
     but I was busy with school and my dog died during mid-terms. First
     with mid-term projects then homework over spring break. I decided
     after getting that done that I was going to try to get as much of one
     of my classes done as possible to simply get it out of the way. I
     managed to get most of the rest of the semester done for that class.
     I was kind of depressed over spring break as well because for some
     reason I would do things or say things because I would expect my
     little dog, Gianna(Gigi), to be there and then it would kind of hit
     me that had passed away over and over again and it was just kind of
     awful.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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Another, much happier, fun filled week had passed and an odd impending dread
had filled the three men. Harrison would turn back to his original age any day,
at anytime. It was kind of depressing, knowing that. They almost wished that he
would stay that way forever. Harry's quirk hadn't acted up even once. He was so
happy and... they were afraid that he would be just as sad and out of control
as he had been before.
What if what happened actually made everything worse? His memories getting all
twisted up and written over. Would he resent them? What would even be clear to
him? Would he even remember the weeks that they had together with him as a tot?
Would he simply just poof back to being a teen or would it be a long painful
process? There were far too many questions for them. Ones that they all quickly
realized they didn't really want answered. Why couldn't he just stay as a child
and age normally?
"Hey, is it just me... or is he getting bigger?" Hizashi pointed out. "His
hair, it's longer to!"
"What?" Aizawa growled, immediately eying his sprawled out son laying on a
couch. His eyes roved over his too short pant legs and hair covering his face,
his face looked like it could be a little older as well. Something in his chest
tightened like a sickening noose. A deep troubling disappointment settled in.
"Your... right... I think he might be a bit older." The brunet agreed, a
bitterness flavoring his mouth.
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"Harrison, come here." Aizawa ordered, immediately running a hand over his
son's wild silken hair. "Were you good for Ectoplasm?" He asked, leaning down
to be more at eye level.
Harry grinned his fangs more prominent than they were even that morning. It
made the man's chest ache. "Of course Mummy!"
"Did you have fun?" The brunet asked, a smile tugging at his lips as Harrison
eagerly recapped what they did together.
Hizashi easily took over as Ectoplasm began speaking. Gushing over and
exclaiming in wonder at Harry's enthusiastic explanation of what they had done
that day.
"He was actually very well behaved and is such a sweetheart! We had a really
good time." Ectoplasm assured.
"Good... He... looks older already." Aizawa muttered.. Something akin to heart
ache in his voice.
"Don't worry about that. He talked nonstop about his 'mommy' all day long. He
really looks up to you! He thinks you're amazing." Ectoplasm assured the man.
"But... what about when he is back to his actual... age?"
"I... He said some things that alarmed me a bit... actually... He seems to
think that you did things together that I know that you couldn't have. Like...
maybe his memories are being rewritten by the quirk...completely?" Ectoplasm
admitted.
Aizawa's eyebrows furrowed, "W-what?"
The man nodded. "I would possibly talk to Yagi but... some things just didn't
make any sense... Anyway... I have to go.. Just talk to him... alright?"
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"I-I had a really bad dream can-can I sleep with you?" Harry sniffled, rubbing
at his eyes.
"Of course baby doll! You can sleep with Daddy's anytime sweetie! I don't like
you getting cold anyway!" Hizashi cooed. "What was the bad dream about?"
"I dreamed that-that I felt like I was being torn apart and it was dark and
spinning and then I was suddenly in... brightness. After that everything is
kind of hazy but... there were buildings and screaming and-and I felt like I
couldn't breath I was so scared! Then I felt weak and my chest hurt bad... My
leg hurt so bad I felt like I was going to be sick! Then... it all went black
and I was in a hospital and mom was there but it-it was like I didn't even know
him... Then-then there was a skip or something... and you and Mom were fighting
with Dad and-and he took me away from the both of you!" Harry explained, tears
in his eyes.
"Oh, come here baby doll, it's okay!" Hizashi exclaimed, mirroring his son,
tears welling up in his eyes as well. His arms wide open, inviting Harry to
dive into them.
Harry did just that, half sprawling over the man burying his face into the
man's neck.
Hizashi and Toshinori exchanged meaningful looks even as the smaller long
haired blond soothingly rubbed at his mini-muffin's back muttering soothing
sweet nothings to now, their, frightened child. "Daddies are here baby, we'll
keep the bad dreams away best we can, promise!"
Toshinori's cheeks hardly even pinked at the other man's words after over 2
weeks of the man's flirting and teasing. Instead he helped pull the blanket
over Harry and ran a massive hand over Harry's head, soothing him just like he
liked. "Go to sleep my sweet boy, it's alright." The man assured his son. The
urge to throw up churned his nonexistent guts. Fighting parents... that's what
he remembered the situation as? And... him taking Harry away and not letting
them see him. Though it-it was true... it made him feel... feel like garbage.
Like a villain.
Toshinori wanted to cry but he couldn't let himself, not with Harry around...
He didn't want to burden his son with that... And Hizashi... He didn't deserve
to cry over something like that, he didn't have the right when he had destroyed
what happiness that the three could have shared together... And he-he was still
so disgustingly selfishthough... And wouldn't have given Harrison up for the
world. How could he have been-been so deserving of both men's forgiveness and
getting to share his son with them?
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Harry's face scrunched up in confusion. "Why do you have another house?" Harry
asked Hizashi, tone a bit nervous.
"Oh! Um... because... because I needed a studio, yeah. Totally that reason."
Hizashi said, laughing awkwardly and doing finger guns.
"But why would you need a wholehouse... It seems kind of a wasted... I mean
it's amazing and has a yard and everything but no one even lives in it! That
seems kind of sad... I wonder why I don't remember it though?..." Harry pointed
out.
Hizashi smiled uncomfortably and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah... Um...
Your mom wasn't pleased... about it?... You know how he is!... and um, just got
it not too long ago." He tried.
Harry immediately smiled at the man and nodded with a bit of a giggle. "Yeah,
your right. Mom probably was furious over the waste of money but didn't want to
cause a fight so he pretended it didn't exist." Harry assumed. Hizashi
immediately agreed with him. He along with the others had been afraid, after
interrogating the doctor about what was going on with Harrison's memory, that
if they didn't go along with what he 'remembered' that it could make the now
almost teen lose his mind. He had never even thought of his house in the whole
situation.
It had only been a little under a month but he was now pretty much living full
time at Toshi's with his Shouta and Harrison... What was he supposed to do with
it now? The place never really felt like a home... more a place to store his
crap than anything else. It was larger though... and Harry was right... it had
a pretty good sized yard, huge really for living in a more urban area...
Though... he never touched it... maybe he should talk to the other two about
moving there? Then Toshi wouldn't have to have his old truck in that
ridiculously priced parking over a mile from the house anymore either... He
knew that Shouta probably would think that it was a good idea but he wasn't
sure if Toshi would. It wasn't like they had been together for years like he
and Shouta. Did Toshi even consider the three of them to be in a relationship
like he and Shouta did? (No matter what the grouchy cat of a man said)
"Let's grab those clothes that Midnight dropped off and get back home, yeah?
Toshi's cooking tonight so we got to get back home to make sure he doesn't ya'
know, burn the place down." Hizashi muttered, nervously. The man was a total
disaster in the kitchen, they had learned. No wonder Toshi and Harry had ate so
much take out. The man was a walking fire hazard. A cute one though. He
couldn't help but snort as Harrison cringed at the thought of his dad cooking.
"Is Mom helping him?" Harry hesitantly asked. He really didn't want to hurt his
dad's feelings but what he made was practically inedible.
"Nope, Momma Shouta's stuck on detention duty. Just got a text. That's why we
got to get home fast." Hizashi explained, genuinely worried if they would even
have a house to get back to filling his mind. Toshi was such a sweet heart...
He really did try but... Shouta was right... he really was horrible at taking
care of himself or well.. Doing normal everyday stuff. Poor guy.
Hizashi snatched up the box of clothing sitting on his kitchen table. Hoping
that none of the clothes were... inappropriate. Maybe he should look through
them before even bothering to take them home? That seemed like- His phone
immediately range, Shouta's ring tone filled ears. The blond sighed. Sitting
the box back down. "Yeah, Shouta Baby?"
"Get your ass back home immediately! He just set my chicken on fire Hizashi,
after poring enough salt on it to brine a damn lake! My organic poultry, do you
have any idea how expensive that crap is?" Shouta hissed.
"Calm down! Calm down Shouta baby! We're leaving right now, alright?" Hizashi
assured the other man. "Harr', Baby doll! We got to get going! See Shouta,
we're leaving right now."
"Just save the rest of my chicken Hizashi! I didn't even get it on sale!" The
brunet stressed. "And the kitchen... Save the kitchen... That fire is getting
pretty out of control... why aren't the fire alarms going off? Maybe I should
call the fire department?" Shouta said in a tone of voice that sounded more
like he was thinking along the lines of an after thought.
"WHAT?!" Hizashi shrieked. Snatching up the box and rushing out of the door,
fumbling with his keys. "HARRY-Harrison baby doll, we got to go now!" Hizashi
squawked, doing his best to control the volume of his voice. He threw the box
in the back of the car and dove into the front seat. Not even bothering to put
his seat belt on. The man only had enough sense about him to snatch Harrison's
own seatbelt when his Harry fumbled from nerves to clip it in and clipped it
for him. Hizashi's foot was on the gas before Harrison could even comprehend
what was going on, speeding off in the direction of their house only a ten or
so minute walk away.
Hizashi was out of the car the very second he put his car into park sprinting
to the house and leaving behind a very confused and frightened Harrison. He
froze for only a moment before managing to unclip his seatbelt and getting out
of he car as well. Harry also ran to the house, worried. Did something happen
to dad again? He hadn't been really sick in a long long time. Tears filled
Harry's eyes at the thought. By the time Harry had gotten to the kitchen Daddy
was dancing around in a panic doing his best to throw baking soda onto a pan
with a raging fire in it. The air was absolutely thick with black smoke. Dad
was waving his hands around and hopping foot to foot in a clear terror and
being completely unhelpful. The man was surely going to beat himself up later,
like he always ended up doing when he could be the 'hero' of a situation. Harry
rubbed at his eyes and coughed as the smoke irritated him.
After the fire finally died down. Hizashi grabbed an oven mit and snatched up
the pan, rushing outside with it.
"Harr' sweety pie, could you help me air the place out?" Hizashi asked his
voice a little croaky as he walked back in, much calmer than before. He frowned
at Toshi who coughed like he might spit up a lung. "Com'er Toshi. You shouldn't
be in here." The smaller blond cooed. Immediately snatching the man's sleeve
and led him from the home. Hizashi came back a few minutes later, helping Harry
open the living rooms dozen and a half or so windows.
"It smells really burnt in here." Harry muttered, coughing a little still.
Hizashi rubbed at his throat. "It does. We should probably take Toshi to see
Recovery Girl, just to make sure. Have her check you out to... When we get back
I... guess I'll start scrubbing the walls. We may have to stay at the other
house." Hizashi explained. Even as he said that nerves filled him. The blond
knew that Harrison thought that he had simply been hit with a deaging quirk and
that he and Shouta and Toshi were his parents. What if a change of environment
started muddling up his tampered with memories? He would need to speak to Toshi
and Shouta.
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"Kirishima! Why are you here? Did you get yourself in trouble?" Harry huffed.
Hands on his hips as he looked at the other boy in disappointment.
"He's so your clone!" Hizashi whispered, to an unamused Aizawa. "He's such a
mom!"
"No he isn't." Aizawa grumbled, slightly offended sounding.
"Why would you do that? You can't be putting off your homework!" Harry
insisted. A heavy air of disappointment in his tone of voice. Kirishima droop
his head and insist that he was going to do better from then on. Harry smiled
sweetly at him after the eager deceleration. Affectionately hugging the other
boy and telling him that he was proud of him for making that decision.
"See, totally a mom! He's even got the whole emotional manipulation thing
down!" Hizashi cooed, getting a dark glare from the brunet.
"He isn't manipulative. He isn't even capable of being manipulative. The brat
was being foolish and Harrison just pointed out the error of his ways. There
isn't anything manipulative about it. It's logic is all." Aizawa insisted,
running a hand through his hair.
"No, it's totally manipulation." Hizashi said almost casually. He grinned as
Kirishima began to get hyped up while Harry insisted that he could figure out
his homework and that he was intelligent and amazing. "I'm not saying that's a
bad thing or anything. It's mom manipulation, the good kind. No one wants to
see mom disappointed in them so when they behave badly they really get it.
Makes 'em want to do better. Same with when they are good. Mom's happy with
them and they want to keep that up so they do better. Harr' totally got the mom
vibe." The blond explained. Finger gunning at his friend with a cheesy wink.
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"Harrison you have returned to class! I am glad that you can finally be back
with us in an academic setting. Not saying that I did not enjoy your company as
a um, child that is." Iida exclaimed, tone friendly and excitable.
"Y-yes... I um. Well woke up this morning... back to my normal age you see... I
had to convince mom to let me join class again though. He was nervous that I
might have some left over side effects of the quirk used on me." Harry
explained, fidgeting with a loop of hair.
"I am glad you are able to join us." Fumikage said, walking up to the pair with
the hint of a smile on his face, Immediately getting a heart melting grin in
return and an eager glomp.
"Me to! Mom has been helping me work with my quirk a bit and he says I have a
lot better control of it than before! It's still really hard but I can use it a
little bit now." Harry said, sprawled against his best friend's side.
"Really? That's great Harr'!" Kirishima cheered, giving Harry a thumbs up.
"That's enough talking, get to your seats." Aizawa demanded walking to his
podium.
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"What are you doing?"
"Shinsou! Are-are you okay? Katsuki... he was pretty mean earlier." Harry
exclaimed, the larger boy's sleeve in his grasp. Tears in his eyes.
Shinsou sighed, letting his ridged stance deflate and untensed his jaw. A
tiredness seeped through him but he wouldn't let Harry see that. A small almost
soft smile quirked his lips at the wide eyed, honest concern on the other's
face. "Y-yeah, I'm-I'll be fine. It's alright... you really don't have to worry
about me. You should probably go before Mr. Aizawa starts looking for you."
Shinsou pointed out even though he didn't want his friend(?) to leave him.
"Um... I-do you want to come over? I mean for the first hour or two mom is
going to make me train for that sports thing my dads keep going on about... But
after that we can do our homework and stuff... I-mean you don't have to! I-
I just thought that it would be nice!" Harry nervously babbled going red as the
other boy stared wide eyed at him for several long moments.
"Real-I mean yeah, I'd... I'd really like that.." Shinsou said, shyly rubbing
the back of his neck. His cheeks were dusted a dark pink. "Is it...okay though?
With your parents I mean?"
Harry practically glowed at the boy's answer. He to fight the urge to hug the
other boy. "I'm sure Daddy will be okay with it!... Dad probably to... even if
he is a bit awkward with other people that he doesn't know very well. He's
shy... like me." Harry explained, tugging at his sleeve nervously.
"Come on, Daddy's bringing us home in the car." Harry insisted after a few
minutes of awkward silence. The lavender haired boy allowed Harrison to
continue on holding his sleeve as he was led to the Language department of the
school.
"Where have you been Baby Doll? I was getting worried something happened! You
are so lucky Toshi ran off to talk to a student and your mom is running a bit
late!" Hizashi scolded, a playful grin on his face.
"Sorry, I-I just wanted to ask Shinsou if he'd like to hang out for a bit. He's
always so busy and I thought it would be nice! That's okay... right?" Harry
stammered.
Hizashi scuffed, putting a hand on his hip and waved his hand, looking
offended. "Of course my little listener, who do you think I am, your mom? I'm
the cool dad, yo! Now lets go get my Shouta baby and Toshi Muffin! I don't want
to be here any longer than I have to."
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"What do you think you are doing?" Shouta growled. Eyeing the lavender haired
boy sitting in the grass looking ready to have a nice nap. If he didn't get to
have a nap then no one would.
"Well I was going to-"
"You are going to get up and train with us. It isn't optional. You come home
with us, you aren't wasting mine or anyone elses time including your own. How
do you expect to get transferred to the hero courses if you don't ever even
train in the time you have to do so?" Aizawa lectured.
Shinsou immediately tensed forcing himself to his feet, his fists and teeth
clenched in anger. "What are you talking about? You don't know anything!"
Shouta snorted. "Do you really think you are the first abandoned brat with a
bad quirk for the entrance exams? I ended up in general studies to at first. My
quirk was perfect for the sports festival though, just like yours." The man
pointed out. "But unlike you I took the logical steps to strengthen and build
up my body before hand."
"This is the first day I have had off more than a couple of hours in Months!"
Shinsou blurted, quickly catching himself. He looked away in embarrassment at
his outburst.
"Months?" Aizawa prompted, eyebrow raised. He let out an agitated huff when the
teen kept his lips firmly clamped. "Brat." The man stressed.
"Nothing!"
"I'm not an idiot and I'm not going to give in. I've been hearing about you
having issues with coming back to the apartments late." The brunet said, his
tone and expression honest and blunt as he crossed his arms expectantly.
Shinsou cringed, defensive feeling. "I-I have no choice." He finally admitted
breaking down under the man's concerned disappointed gaze, "I-work... I-I work
every day... at least 5-7 hours a day after school. Sometimes longer... if I
can pick up some hours. Then I... I stay up until I get my homework... done. I
have 2 jobs during the week because no one will hire a high schooler full
time... Then I have 2 weekend jobs... I skipped once at each of them last week
so I could help watch Harrison. I haven't even slept in the last 3 days! How-
how do you expect me to even have time to train when I can't even sleep with
the schedule I have now?!" Shinsou babbled, unable to help himself. His woos
spilled like word vomit from his mouth and no matter what he did he couldn't,
for the life of him, stop. Not even as his shame and bitterness felt ready to
burst him to bits. Like some over ripened grape or something. Why couldn't the
man understand? He-he was just so damn tired. All he wanted was a nap, that was
it! He still wanted to spend time with Harrison, he wasn't mooching!
"Why-why hadn't you gone to ateacherabout this? Why are you even working so
much? This is reckless and ridiculous!" Aizawa barked, sounding both concerned
and a little bit horrified.
"It isn't like the teachers would care! I'm just-just a general Ed. kid, even
if they did it isn't like anyone could do anything to help me. I-my scholarship
only covers the main schooling costs. I have to work or I can't stay in the
apartments and I won't have any-any money for food or supplies or anything!"
Shinsou admitted, rubbing at his face.
"Idiot! Didn't anyone tell you that all you had to do was apply as either a
ward of the state or as someone with a low to moderate income? How many hours
were you even working on top of school? 35-45?" The man asked, looking more
than a little ruffled.
"More like... over 60-70, actually. I usually work at least 14-16 hours a day
on weekends." Shinsou explained, fidgeting at the ridged way the teacher was
standing and the intense gaze he was giving him.. It was even a little
unnerving. He still-still couldn't believe it though.. There was a form for
that? Had he not had to be running himself into the ground like he was this
whole time? He felt ready to collapse at the very thought. It wasn't fair, why
hadn't anyone told him? Why did he have to suffer for so long? His eyes burned
with the ache to cry but he wouldn't let them. Not in front of this man.
"That's- come with me. Your getting some sleep. Tomorrow morning we are going
to straighten this all out. This working day and night thing isn't going to be
happening anymore. If you want to be a hero you will still need to put the
effort in though." The brunet stressed, leading the emotionally drained
teenager through Present Mic's house, to a messy looking guest bedroom. "People
with quirks like ours, we have it harder starting out. Keep that in mind. You
won't get anywhere if you don't put everything you have into becoming a hero.
It isn't a path for the feint of heart. Now get some damn sleep brat! I'm sure
Harrison's picked up on how exhausted you are and is worrying. I don't like my
kid worrying." Aizawa grumbled, he tossed a bright purple and red sleeping bag
at the teen before leaving him to himself.
Tear prickled at the boy's eyes. Was-was this what it felt like to have an
adult actually care what happened to him? The only other person that he could
ever even remember being even slightly genuinely concerned for him was Harry..
But well Harrison... Was well, Harrison... Harry was a special person that was
kind and loving in every way possible and had a special kind of light Shinsou
didn't even think was possible to have until he met him(?) Them(?) But...
Now... this teacher seemed to-to care to, his idol, Eraserhead! It was like a
dream come true but.. He still couldn't even figure out how he felt about it...
About anything really. It was all just too much for him. Shinsou was almost
glad he was so exhausted at that point. At least he wouldn't be able to think
on how he felt for very long... at least not... not until later... hopefully
much later.
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"Shinsou." Harry murmured as he gently shook the other boy's shoulder.
"Shinsou, it's time for dinner."
"Wha' time is it?" Shinsou slurred, rubbing at his face. He froze mid stretch,
going wide eyed and red faced at the realization that Harrison was sitting
right next to him. Leaning only inches from his face with that adorable look of
puppy like affection. Shinsou forced himself to untense even as his heart felt
like it would burst from his chest and his face felt like it was on fire.
"Around 7." Harry exclaimed his tone quieting a little. He ran a hand over his
hair almost self consciously. "You can go back to sleep if you want... I know
you're always tired."
"No, it's fine. I need to get my homework done." Shinsou insisted, even as his
mind forced thoughts of those lovely slender hands running through his own hair
and those lovely Angelic lips against his own. He nearly choked when Harry gave
him one of those heart melting smiles... Maybe- he should... Shinsou hissed
under his breath as Harrison sprung up and Present Mic began whining about
starving to death. Ugh, worst timing ever.
Shinsou sighed and slid out from under the sleeping bag, standing up. A
pleasant warmth filled his belly as Harry eagerly grabbed his hand and drug him
towards the kitchen. A bubbly skip in their (?) Step. Shinsou felt the hint of
a smile settle over his face as his body began to relax. Harry was just.. So-so
cute and lovable! Tension drained from the teen even as his stomach filled with
butterflies. He almost couldn't help it. Not when he was around Harrison. The
other just had a way of lightening the anger and bitterness weighing him down
without ever even needing to try. But... how could he? Harrison was just a ball
of radiant brightness. He sighed as Harry darted to the bathroom to go wash
her/their hands?
"You said you liked fish last time you were here, right? I cooked up a couple
of kinds along with some tasty veggies and a cake for you and me yo!" Hizashi
cheerfully explained. He cupped his hand around his mouth and darted his eyes
around conspicuously. "That's just between me and you though yeah? Don't want
my Shouta finding out about it."
"About what?" Shouta asked, looking at the other man with his hands on his hips
and a strong disapproval.
"SHOUTA BABY! N-nothing at all." Hizashi squeaked, floundering when the brunet
instantly made a B line to the oven.
"There's nothing over there!" Hizashi squeaked.
Aizawa gave the other man a bored dry look. He pressed the oven light button
and then leaned over so he could see inside. "Your making a cake." The man
stated. His tone dripping with disapproval.
"Yes I-"
"If I can't have cake anymore you can't have cake." The man said in a matter of
fact tone of voice.
"I-I know Shouta. I just thought it would be nice and Harry wouldn't have to
kn-"
"I don't get to have sugar anymore. You don't either. Harrison can't have it
and I don't want it in our home. It's like tempting a dog with chocolate and
expecting it not to eat it. There's no way that he won't end up eating it then
his quirk will become unstable again, causing his body to as well, and he will
become sick once again... I would love to eat all the sugary crap I want... but
I don't even think that it is appropriate to have any processed sugar in the
house as it seems to have an addictive quality to him. I would expect this sort
of endangering illogical idiotic thing from Toshinori... but not you." Shouta
huffed, his arms crossed as he spoke to the blond. His disappointed mom mode
amped up to it's fullest extent as he eyed the mustached man.
He again? What was up with that. So was Harry a he or a she? Was Harry both?
"You said he again." Shinsou couldn't help but to point out. Both pairs of eyes
were directly on him. "Why is that?"
"What do you mean, why?" Shouta asked, clear confusion on his face.
Understanding slowly eased its way over his face. "You think Harrison's a girl
to don't you?" He stated, a blank expression on his face.
"So Harry's... not?" Shinsou questioned, somehow not feeling as surprised as he
felt that he should be.
"Uh, no." The brunet said, tone blunt. "He's a boy. Well... sort of..."
Hizashi couldn't help but to snicker at the looks on both of the males faces.
"S-sort of?" Shinsou muttered, trying not to think about how weird it was for
him to be so infatuated with someone that he wasn't even sure was a girl or
boy. Was that... normal?
"Yeah! We're going to have such beautiful grandbabies! Right Shouta? And our
baby doll is going to be such a good mom! Just like you Shouta baby!" Hizashi
immediately gushed.
"Of course he's going to be a good mother. He is logical and intelligent.
Unlike some of us." Shouta said pointedly. Getting an indignant 'hey' From his
obnoxious love/friend. "Anyway, he won't be having any kids until he has at the
very least graduated." Seeing Shinsou's absolutely lost look Shouta decided to
explain. It wasn't like the bird didn't know and it wasn't like what Harrison
was, was some sort of super huge secret or anything. Just no one asked or were
intelligent enough to figure it out it seemed... "Harrison's technically a
hermaphrodite." The man explained. "He's more male on the outside and is
genetically considered male but he's... got the plumbing of a female on the
inside... If that makes... any sense."
"Oh." Was all Shinsou could manage to say, wide eyed. He hadn't really been
ready for such an explanation.
"Yeah, oh." Shouta snorted.
"Just don't tell him that Shouta told you the plumbing part cuz' that's going
to totally embarrass my baby doll!" Hizashi insisted giving his love and best
friend the hairy eyeball at the over sharing with a teenage boy. He was so not
great with proper social etiquette. Even he was better and he knew for a fact
he was way too touchy feely and loud for most people and social situations...
Though he wasn't sure if he had any right to say much at that moment as only a
few days prior he ended up embarrassing his manly muffin to the point he had to
go to the hospital because his body couldn't take it.
Shinsou ran a hand through his hair not really sure how to react. "Of course...
I... I doubt Harry would like me telling him... how his uh, mom... yeah...- I
won't say anything." He said, feeling confusingly flustered.
"Say anything about what Shinsou?" Harry questioned. His gentle voice like
honey to the other boy's ears.
Shinsou nearly jumped but quickly composed himself. "It's nothing to worry
about, I promise." Was Shinsou's immediate response, turning to face Harrison
with a small lopsided smile on his face. He did his best not to show how hard
his heart was pounding from being startled so bad.
"Alright, what ever you say." Harry agreed with a shrug. The look on his face
wasn't so convinced though. He wished the house wasn't sound proofed so well.
Even he had trouble picking up on what people were saying if he wasn't within a
few rooms of where they were. No wonder Daddy got the place. It probably was
great for his recording.
Shouta crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at his blond and the lavender
haired boy. Their reactions were ridiculous. It was just physiology. It wasn't
like he had shown the brat how to put a condom on a banana or anything. Even
with those thoughts Shouta didn't say anything.
"So um... we going to eat or what?" Hizashi asked a little bit of his
enthusiasm back in his tone of voice.
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Fumikage had never thought himself as... well the jealous type. He really
wasn't... usually. Since the beginning of school he and Harry did practically
everything together. He had never felt more affection and enjoyment in being in
another person's company, ever. Not saying that he didn't enjoy talking to his
fellow classmates but it was different with Harrison. It was always different
with him.
Now everyday after school he rushed home with that snarky purple haired boy.
Only 3 days until the sports festival and he hadn't got to spend a single day
with Harrison. Fumikage wasn't sure if.. If he could take anymore. Fumikage
adored the other boy... Every waking moment without the other around was true
torture. He found he couldn't concentrate any longer and that the other nearly
completely consumed his every thought. He.. Was lonely... Fumikage would just
have to talk to him. Yes. He was sure Harrison would understand then. He was
certain the other boy felt the same way.
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Shinsou couldn't believe it. He felt better than he had in... well he wasn't
sure how long. He could actually sleep! Shinsou didn't have to have 4 jobs to
support himself anymore and he was getting a living stipend. On top of all of
that, after the principle had scolded him for not coming to someone with his
financial problems, the creature apologized and had made sure that he got
reimbursed for all of the money that he had paid in unnecessarily, plus
interest! The school had put most of the money in a savings account
specifically so he had money for when he got out of school(Apparently under
some old obscure law they had dug up he was the ward of the school so they had
quite a bit more say over him that he had thought at first) but he was still
allowed quite a large chunk to do as he pleased with on top of the good sized
monthly stipend given to him. Shinsou had been on cloud nine and convinced that
absolutely nothing better could happen to him at that point.
After class, Eraserhead had sought him out and demanded he come over that day
for training. At that point Shinsou wondered if he had finally lost it and had
hallucinated everything and had completely lost what little of his mind he had
left. He even went so far as to discretely pinch himself to check if he was
dreaming. His number 1 hero... Wanted to train him. A no one, Gen Ed. Student.
That day was definitely the happiest of his life. And Harry was there...
Smiling sweetly at him and encouraging him all week. No longer having every
moment consumed by his jobs he soon realized wasn't actually the best thing.
All the tall lavender haired teen could think about was that class room of smug
heros and when Shinsou wasn't feeling bitter about them every thought in his
mind was about Harrison. At first it was simply wondering what he was doing and
if he was wondering the same things about himself. What Harrison would like to
eat and if he would like something. Then... well at night his thoughts... well
more dreams... took a twist in a way not that unusual for an infatuated
teenager. Mews and whines and warm slick thighs, that sweet voice howling
Shinsou's name. What was worse was that his friend was sound asleep in the
crock of his arm at the time. He had slunk away to the bathroom, hardly even
having to touch himself as the thought of Harrison sprawled out in the bedroom
right next door sent a thrill up his spine in the most shameful ways possible.
In school Shinsou couldn't help but to constantly daydream about Harrison as a
mom to their kids and tried to imagine what their kids would look like and what
sort of quirks they might have. Now that he finally had the money deposited
into his main account and had plenty of time to spend with his friend he
finally felt like.. He might be worthy now.
Shinsou decided that he would ask Harrison out.
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He couldn't believe how nervous he felt. He wiped his sweaty palms on his
jeans. Though it wasn't like he had ever asked anyone out before. Well... it
wasn't like he had ever even felt attracted to anyone.
"Harrison! I have been looking for you." He called, getting one of those bubbly
sweet smiles that made his heart skip a beat and made him wonder if he was
actually in the presence of some immortal being. "I-I need to ask you
something."
 End Chapter 11
Chapter End Notes
     I hope everyone liked this!
     I decided to end the chapter this way to give it one last chapter for
     people to vote for who they want Harry with. Shinsou is currently
     winning. Fumikage is in second place. Bakugou is in third. You can
     either vote on my fanfiction profile page or in the comments.
     I have a detailed drawing of a possible kid of Harry and Fumikage
     done that I did a while back if anyone wants to see it. You can
     either find it on my facebook page or on my deviantart under the name
     Yuvush. I actually got a poster made of him and some stickers because
     I like how he turned out so much.
     Please Review! I love hearing everyone's opinions and it really
     motivates me! You guys/gals often give me some really good ideas for
     my stories to!
End Notes
     So I hope everyone likes it? Who should Harry end up with. Did I
     manage to keep everyone in character, what should happen next?
     If you are one of my avid readers and haven't gotten into Boku No
     hero Academia I highly recommend it! Just got into it and am obsessed
     now!
     'Not the Place I was Hoping for' should be updated next now that I
     have the first chapter of this written out! That story's chapter is
     more than half way done already!
     Please review! It really helps me improve my writing and come up with
     ideas! I would also really like to know if people want me to continue
     this one!
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