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!
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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 had to 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
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 name on here!
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