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The only one that seemed to be more than just somewhat awake the day of move in for the Hero department students in the Triad household was Shouta as he was the only one that had actually gotten more than a few hours of sleep.
Moving in was more than a little stressful. Thankfully, they at least didn't have to deal with more than a handful of other students moving in, those students not even in the hero department, and the other teachers at that moment. It was horribly empty and didn't smell of anyone. Harry didn't like it at all. He nearly burst into tears at the sight and smell of the bare scentless room that was supposed to be his bedroom.
"It's alrigh' baby, everything'll be fine! Is it the smell? Does it not smell right baby doll?" Hizashi asked empathetically as he began petting dark locks. He got a quick stressed nod.
"It's too bright too," Harry mumbled. Getting an understanding nod of confirmation from Shouta.
The brunet rubbed the back of his neck with a regretful frown. "Yeah, I requested ahead of time that my rooms were painted specific colors. I hadn't really even thought about how your room might look." Shouta admitted looking around the bare bright room with pursed lips.
"Maybe we could paint? Harr' could stay with one of us while the paint dries if it takes long? I'm not smellin' anything an' you don' seem bothered either. I know your nose isn' like Harr's but you really react bad to chemical smells so I am assumin' the paint is scentless or as close to it as you can get. The other's are suppos' ta move in only a couple of days but I'm sure that it will be fine for Baby doll by then if that's the case." Hizashi babbled. "An' to make it more comfortable we can use stuff that smells like us! I'm sure that'll make ya' feel better baby doll." Hizashi insisted. He knew that Shouta used to be a bit sensitive with those sorts of things when they were teens to. Even if he was able to tolerate it well from his upbringing... or rather lack of one.
Shouta hummed under his breath as he glanced around the bare room. "Yeah, that could work. I'm sure we could just head to the support lab and use… their equipment to mix some up. I mean it might annoy Power Loader but I don't actually care about that. So... Why not?" He agreed, rubbing his forehead. He tried his best not to be annoyed by the fact that the Support students hadn't got to building the furniture for the 1A dorms yet. Maybe he and Toshi could just leave Harrison's room to Hizashi. He still had to set up the furniture for his own room after all, much to his annoyance... Though Shouta could probably wait for the brats to do it for him... and well he didn't want Toshi setting things up because... as much as he loved him if his ability to cook was anything like his ability to build anything then the whole building would probably somehow end up falling to the ground. With their luck, all of them would still be in it. It still baffled the brunet that the man survived so long without even the slightest hint of actual life skills.
"Sorry for leaving you with most of the unpacking! I didn't realize it would take me so long... Even though I probably should have." Toshinori said, genuinely apologetic. "But, I brought someone that should probably cheer Harrison up! Isn't that right, Hitoshi, my boy?" Toshinori said, enthusiastically smiling at the teen struggling to carry a stack of boxes.
"I can't see! You stacked too many!" Was the annoyed grumble Toshinori got instead of the excited exclamation he had expected.
"Sorry-sorry!" Toshinori squeaked, nearly tripping over his own feet to go over and help Shinsou.
"No! You don't have to do that, sir!" Shinsou insisted, hardly able to hold back a nervous warble of his own. He still couldn't believe that his... boyfriend's dad had been All Might all that time! It was positively nerve-wracking!
"He can just set those down for now." Shouta pointed out. "We need to go get some tools and paint before moving anything in. I forgot to request the room to be painted. Also, it looks like the preparation team must be busy bringing up the other students things because the desks and beds aren't ready yet."
Shinsou groaned, "could you just tell me where my dorm room is? I can't just leave these sitting out."
After that question, he was led to the end of the hallway. The three, minus Toshinori who got a scathing look and lecture for trying to lift such heavy boxes in the condition he was currently in, helped the teen move the boxes into his bare, leaf green accent walled room.
"Alright, we'll get the rest of your boxes in the building like we did with mine and Harrison's. after that we will go to the support studio and see if we can grab a few things... Then maybe we can get some lunch or something." Shouta explained.
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It took hours longer than any of them expected it to get everything set up as the instructions had to be the most convoluted ever made. They first painted the room an almost emerald green with an accent wall of a rich dark purple. Thankfully the paint dried quicker than expected. The paint was perfectly dry within a couple of hours. This gave them all time to get something to eat and unpack a little bit in Shouta's and Shinsou's rooms. Eventually, after starting up on building the furniture, they gave up on using the instructions altogether and hoped for the best after Hizashi had finally become so frustrated that the poor man had burst out in tears. A sense of doom had blanketed the room as Hizashi had always been the one that was good at putting things together and reading terrible directions. Toshinori had surprisingly enough saved the day as he promptly tossed away all directions and started slotting things together that simply looked right. Squinting at a picture of the already built desk and bedframe with under storage on his phone. A few pieces may have ended up backward but they were sturdy and didn't feel like anything would suddenly be falling apart. Everyone in the room counted it as a win at that point.
Disbelief and or annoyance was clear as day on the little family's faces as they made their way into Shinsou's room, ready to help him build his furniture. Instead, they found the teen fast asleep in bed with all of his furniture perfectly built and all of his things put away.
Shouta's face screamed his readiness to murder the teen. How dare he get to sleep when he was stuck being tortured like that? Where was the justice in the world? At least he had a lot of his stuff unpacked already... Now he just had to force himself to finish up his own furniture.
"Hey! I think that maybe some students were missed? I don't see anything for a... Harrison Yagi, Shouta Aizawa... or a Shinsou Hitoshi?" A man with powerful robotic looking arms said after spotting them standing outside of a student's room.
Hizashi and Shouta's eyes twitched.
"We already brought their things," Toshinori explained politely.
"Oh! Alright, that makes more sense. Well... Do you need any help with putting stuff together?" The man asked. Getting a polite no from Toshinori as he could clearly see how annoyed both Hizashi and Shouta were he decided to play mediator.
"Actually... They can put the furniture in my rooms together." Shouta said, though it was clearly an order with that level 10 murder face.
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Shouta was ready to explode by the time the moving/assembly team was done. It took them less than 3 hours to get everything for every room finished. At least the same amount for them to just get a bed frame and desk done! At least they had everything unpacked and in its place. Toshinori and Hizashi had gotten their stuff unpacked the day before so they didn't have to worry about that either. Finally, he could sleep. Shouta sighed happily at the thought. He slipped into his sleeping bag and laid himself out on one of the bright green lounge couches for a well-deserved nap.
"Shouta baby, time to eat!" Hizashi called out.
"Ugh!" The man hissed as he peeled his eyelids open when he felt a poke. "No!" He growled.
"I'm sorry sir but Mr. Mic told me to!" Shinsou said, clearly nervous. He held the bristle end of a broom in his hand.
"Poke him again if he closes his eyes!" Hizashi shouted, nodding sagely to himself as he pulled out plates.
"Why don't you do it!" Shinsou grumbled under his breath, practically sweating bullets.
"Fine, I'm up! Don't you dare poke me with that again!" Shouta said in a warning tone of voice. Swotting at the handle in his face and knocked the broom flying across the room for good messure.
"Rude Shouta!" Hizashi screeched.
"Rude Hizashi...? I wasn't the one that sent a kid to poke the crap out of someone who can snap every bone in his body in the blink of an eye when startled awake." The brunet grumbled before wiggling out of his sleeping bag and making his way over to the table that Hizashi had food set up on.
"Fine be that way! See that I make you all your favorites again!" Hizashi pouted, pointing a spoon dramatically at the exhausted brunet and huffed when Toshinori let out an amused laugh and ran a large thin hand through his hair. Nearly ending up with a lap full of boisterous blond as Hizashi made a point of cuddling up to Toshinori and eying Shouta meaningfully. Instead of an upset or jealous reaction like he seemed to be hoping for the scruffy man just rolled his eyes and began eating. Getting a guff of indignation.
Shinsou did his best not to smile in utter amusement at the three. He didn't think... he was winning that battle but he at the very least managed not to say something snarky that would likely get him elbowed in the gut by Aizawa, who being right next to him, in some sort of mood made the teen not feel so brave.
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Even though the other students were supposed to be arriving any minute, Harry didn't want to get up. He didn't want to get dressed, he didn't even want to leave his room. Everywhere else smelled wrong, like nothing had ever been there and Harry for some reason couldn't help but find it frightening. Even though it was unfamiliar and not in an environment he considered his home, Harry felt most comfortable there, in his new room.
The colors were similar to Harry's room at home now. He had familiar trinkets, plushies, and pictures all around him and his parents made sure to give him blankets and pillows that smelled of them. Harry had made a nest of sorts out of the things they gave to him. Harry situated them so he could sleep in the little nest of blankets on top of his new heated blanket/bed set up that made the scents of his parents even more prominent. Even Shinsou had been sweet enough to do his best to rub some of his scent into some of his stuffed animals and also snatched a couple to sleep with to make sure Harry had a few extras for when the smell began faded away.
Harry was comfortable where he was, snuggled up in the dark. His room nice and quiet. It would be even nicer if he had someone to cuddle up with, but it was still lovely. Being woken up by a blaring alarm somewhere near his head. Harry flailed, clawing at the air and fell from his bed with a noisy thump. When he went to sit up a feeling of vertigo overtook him, making everything spin unpleasantly.
Harrison forced himself to his feet on shaky legs. Looking around the best that he could to try and figure out what was making that racket until he realized that the noise was somehow coming from him. He clawed at his neck when it suddenly began vibrating along with screeching even louder.
He floundered as his door was nearly kicked in. He was barely able to choke back a scream when it occurred. Harrison's mother was standing there with a wild look in his eyes, a bag of orange slices in one hand, and the bright yellow glucose meter in the other. "Why is your blood sugar low enough for me to be alerted? Why is it even low enough for your monitor to go off?" Shouta asked, immediately grabbing Harry's hand and pricking it with a needle and placed his blood on one of the little strips to be placed inside, trying his best to ignore the alarm. The moment the device had processed everything and gave Shouta the results, the collar stopped both the vibrating and the screeching.
"W-what was that?" Harry squeaked, wide-eyed.
"Blood sugar monitor... Did you even get up after I left? Did you eat anything today? Your father's and I stocked your refrigerator with quick snacks for when you started feeling off." Shouta pressed, mostly sidestepping the question. Harry was so damn lucky he had been training on that side of campus or it could have been an hour or more for him to get back, even at full sprint! He and Shinsou had already been about to call it quits for the day as it was nearly evening.
Shouta had been disappointed when Harry hadn't come down to go with them that morning but he had decided to leave him alone as he thought that with his other friends around that he would probably get out of his funk. Harrison had like that for a few days and Shouta had hoped that with everyone there he would want to spend time with them. Apparently not. Though he should have expected that as both he and Shinsou had taken turns practically force feeding him. The older brunet sighed, they would definitely need to start up again with Inui once he got back from his vacation.
Harry blushed and fiddled with his sleeve. "No... I fell back to sleep after you woke me up... is-is it late?" Harry asked, eying the bag of orange slices with a sudden ravenous hunger.
Shouta sighed, "Yes….. yes it is. It's nearly 7. You can't be doing this to yourself all the time, it's not healthy. If this starts to become a habit, I will restrict your bedroom time and start having that thing go off in a strict feeding schedule. I'm not above doing that to you and I'm sure your fathers and even your boyfriends would agree with me!" the man lectured, as he handed over the baggy and practically drug his son out of the room, still in his PJs to the elevator nearby. He then proceeded to lead him down the stairs to the communal kitchen where he had left the last of the leftovers from the day before. Shinsou burst through the door not long after, panicked and panting but nowhere near ready to pass out like he would have before.
"Is Harrison, alright?" Shouta asked, holding up his phone.
"Yeah, he's going to be fine….. He just needs to stop moping and forgetting that he needs to eat to live." The brunet said, giving Harry a harsh poke to the forehead.
Harry yelped and rubbed at his hurt and pathetically pouted up at the man. He ducked down to scarf the cold leftovers straight from the container, weakly swotting at the man's jabby fingers.
Shinsou huffed and gave Harry a pointed look. "Really? I was so worried! We need to like put an alarm on you or something to make sure you're eating! I mean, this…. can't be good for you." He pointed out in worry. "I'm sure Fumikage and your parents would agree with me." He exclaimed and side-eyed his teacher in a way that demanded that he agree with him.
Shouta gave Harry an 'I told you so look' and a smirk after the purple haired teen practically reiterated what he had said only a half an hour or so beforehand, if that.
A sense of guilt wormed it's way into Harry's stomach all the same at worrying them. It wasn't like he was intentionally making himself sick and not eating! He just... didn't feel hungry when he was stressed out and he had a tendency to mostly want to sleep when he felt that way... It probably was a sign of low blood sugar to be honest or maybe even some form of depression... Either way, Harry was sure that they were right and it probably wasn't a healthy way of dealing with things. Perhaps he should try to remember to eat more while he was feeling the way he was... like make a chart or something? He didn't want to get sick again…. And well even more so, he didn't want to worry his parents or his boyfriends. He had scared them enough already.
"Alright, I'm sorry... I'm sure once we get in a routine for school again, I'll be fine!" Harry agreed.
"School doesn't start for about a month." Shinsou pointed out and snorted. He made his way over and plopped down next to Harry.
"Well, we…. still have classes. That should help." Harry mumbled, fidgeting with a strand of hair wound between his fingers.
"Probably…. but that doesn't mean it's going to magically fix everything and make you feel better. You should really try getting up in the morning even if… you don't want to. That's what I do when I get in a funk. I try to get up the same time every day so it becomes.. you know… automatic. We can get up together in the mornings if you want. If you don't wake up, I can wake you up." Shinsou said thoughtfully, rubbing at the back of his neck.
Shouta couldn't help but smile ever so slightly at the pair and at how caring though logical Hitoshi was with his son... He wasn't sure if it was because the teen had a personality more like his own or just because he knew carefully laid logic worked best with the curly-haired teen. It didn't really matter to Shouta in that moment though. He was just glad his son had found someone that already cared so much about him. The same with Tokoyami and his son. Shouta was sure that the strange teen would have said precisely the same thing as Hitoshi had. He hadn't been so sure at first but Shouta thought that the pair really were good for his Harrison. Not like he would ever admit it in front of them though.
Shouta smirked as Harrison readily agreed with the other teen, blushing. Hitoshi really knew how to get under his son's skin... Logic always won in the end with his son... Even with how emotional he was. They were raising a really good kid.
Shouta glanced down with an irritated puff out of his lip as the vibrations coming from his phone broke him from watching such an important moment. He paled. Shouta hadn't thought to check it after Harry's collar alerted him. Toshinori, Hizashi, Snipe, and Recovery Girl had all flooded his phone with messages wanting to know if Harrison needed medical attention. At the same time, they were flooding his phone he was called by the Chief of Police. Shit.
"I.. have to go. Remember to retest yourself in about two hours. An hour if you still aren't feeling right... and grab some more apples or something. Hizashi made some fruit salad for you boys last night and brought it over. You can make some of my chicken nuggets if you like. Don't abuse that privilege, though!" The man said, tone warning at the end before he practically dashed to his suite.
"Wait, Mr. Aizawa eats chicken nuggets?" An envious sounding voice said from behind the two teens. Sero immediately began digging around in the refrigerator. "I want some nuggets!" He muttered.
"I totally wouldn't do that dude! Mr. Aizawa will totally mess you up if he finds out you took his nugs man!" Denki warned as he too walked towards the kitchen. Quickly becoming wide eyed and jittery at his friends words.
"They're just chicken nuggets!" Sero pointed out with an incredulous snort.
"You don't seem to understand the… relationship… that man has with his nugs man! He's totally going to murder you if you eat them!" Denki insisted, eyes nervously darting around.
"Well... Unless someone tells him he won't even know~," Sero sang deviously.
"No... He definitely will." Shinsou said. Smirking at the other boy.
"What does he have cameras~ watching our every move?" Sero joked.
"Don't even joke about something like that! Play it cool!" Denki squeaked. "No no, we aren't taking any of Mr. Aizawa's food that is wrong and-and rude. Bad Sero! Yes, I, Denki Kaminari, would never do something like that!"
"What are you doing?" Jirou snorted.
"Trying not to get murdered." Denki insisted.
"What by talking to our.. teacher who isn't even here? I think you've lost it, man!" Sero insisted.
Shinsou couldn't help but let out a full out laugh at that. He couldn't wait to see the faces of everyone as they slowly discovered all the odd little quirks of their resident mother hen including finding out the high likely hood of him having surveillance cameras pretty much everywhere that he could legally put them and not because he was some creep but because he was so obsessed with keeping them safe...
"What?!" Sero guffed, going to the small walk-in freezer to search in there instead. He was easily distracted and grinned as he managed to find a whole plastic storage tote full of fancy chicken nugget packs.
"Sero! I would advise against trying to take any of Mr. Aizawa's food without permission. It is not only extremely discourteous but also… well inadvisable. He is especially possessive about his chicken products!" Iida immediately lectured the moment what the other teen had in his hand was viable. His tone just as alarmed as Denki's had been moments earlier.
"That's what I was trying to tell him, man! Mr. Aizawa's going to crush his man nuggets if he finds out! Harr's his kid man. Of course, he's going to be down for sharing with him. Hitoshi's Purple Aizawa so he's like cool to probably but if Mr. Mic isn't around to mellow him out you've got a royal smackdown in your future!" Denki babbled nervously eyes glancing up at the ceiling over and over again as he spoke.
"A crude manner of explanation but Kaminari is correct." Iida agreed with a decisive nod.
"Harry! Man, back me up!" Sero whined.
"I'm not getting in the middle of this!" The petite teen insisted, deciding that it was probably the best time to get up. He slid the rest of the contents of the container he had been eating from to Shinsou, sure he was hungry... a bit smelly to be honest as well... Harry decided that maybe he should head up to his room to change into something more appropriate... and that did not smell like sauce and yesterday's lunch of fish. "I'm going to go back upstairs." He could already see the look Iida was giving him. Better get out before he decided to lecture him as well. To be honest, Harry was pretty sure he had been wearing the same thing for the last week. He had even managed to convince his parents to let him move in his pajamas. The same ones he was wearing. Maybe he was... having some issues...? Either way, he needed to get a grip on himself before he started to spiral.
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"Harrison!... is everything alright? You aren't acting yourself... And I have never known you to... let yourself go in anyway. You can speak to me if you wish. As both your friend and class president, it is my duty and privilege to assist and listen in any way I possibly and I truly wish to help you in any way that I possibly can!" Iida exclaimed, following Harrison on his way to his dorms.
Harry went red. "I... I'm fine... I-I just have been having a hard time lately. Seeing all of you made me realize... I may have let the stress of being somewhere new... and well... the smells or lack therefor to get to me... as strange as that sounds. I... I also have found myself feeling overwhelmed and lonely... But I'm sure that will pass! I just have to get myself back in the right mindset!" Harry assured the much taller teen. Wilting a little under that doubtful expression on the arrow eyebrowed teen's face.
"It sounds more like you are trying to convince yourself than me." Iida pointed out, though not in a pressing or mean way. "Not to be rude, but you are not very good at pretending. It actually makes everyone worry more when you do that... just… uh.. for future reference." The bluenet said, pushing up his glasses.
Harry didn't know how to reply to that. Instead, he opened his dorm door and shuffled in, enjoying how much warmer it was than the common area. His mother had forbidden him from cranking the heat up to more than 72 degrees in the summer with all of his heated blankets and mattress, but that was better to him than the likely 10-degree difference the rest of the building was. He held the door open for the other boy then went to his lightly filled open closet that had more books and trinkets that Fumikage had the habit of picking up than anything else.
"Uh, do you mind if I turn the main light on? I am unable to see very well." Iida politely asked.
"Oh, of course! Sorry I've gotten pretty used to the lack of light the last few days. I have good night vision. Like mom, its why he makes such a good underground night hero." Harry explained, sheepishly.
"Yes, I would think that would come in handy." Iida agreed tapering off to looking around the room. He couldn't help but smile fondly as his eyes caught sight of all of the pictures around the room. Nearly vibrating in place in happiness when he saw far more with himself in them than before. Even a few with just him or the two of them together. He grinned, hardly even noticing when Harrison walked right past him into the bathroom to go get changed. He wondered if Harrison would be willing to print him copies? After calming down a little Iida looked around the room some more. Being careful not to touch anything as it was rude and he already knew that Harrison could be a little sensitive to such things. Especially if he was stressed out. He eyed Harrison's bed and the mess of stuffed animals and blankets.
Iida recognized two of them. One being the ridiculous fox themed light flannel one Present Mic had shuffled into the kitchen with both times he had stayed at their house and the painfully bright All Might Themed blanket that Mr. Yagi... No, All Might, had draped over himself most of the time that Iida was over. It also was in quite a few pictures with the man now that he was thinking about it. Iida remembered... Mr.. All Might? Explaining how Harrison generally did better when he had things that smelled like his parents as it made him feel safe and had always been that way.. How silly of him! They probably gave them to him to help calm him with how stressful the situation was. It probably didn't help that... He got taken to. He schooled his features as he heard the door to the bathroom open and turned with a smile.
"Are you ready to go back down? I am sure others will be heading down now! Midoriya said he was about done unpacking and Ururaka has been done for a while but decided to take a nap earlier as few of us were done unpacking…. By the way, before I forget, could I please have a few copies of the photos you have? I would like to display them as well!" the blue haired teen asked excitedly and managed to herd Harry out of the room. He could tell Harrison was more in the mood to curl back up in his massive pile of blankets, pillows, and plushies. Iida would not let Harrison mope around! He himself knew how much worse doing that could make things.
"Um, y-yes of course! I don't have a printer so... We'll have to figure something out but I would love to! I have a whole other box full I managed to convince mom to let me bring that you can look through if you like. I think I might have some copies in there as well." Harry said. Sounding a little more enthusiastic than before. He never thought that anyone would want any of them. Harry liked the idea of sharing memories so dear to him with others. He had always thought that... his obsessive need to fill every space with his happiest memories was maybe kind of odd.. Or even creepy... He didn't think others usually did that much. Though his parents had a tendency to do that so maybe he had just gotten that from them? Meaning mostly Hizashi and Toshinori. Though Harrison had a strong suspicion that his mother was just as bad. He just tried to make it less obvious by using his phone because he had to be the scary parent or something. Not saying he wasn't a scary person but he wasn't really with him.
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Fumikage and Dark Shadow were all over Harry the moment they saw him. "Where have you been my heart? I had been looking forward to seeing both you and Shinsou for days now." The bird-headed teen admitted easily. Eyeing Harrison's disheveled hair and sleep pants. "I would have brought the blanket I have been saving for your down if I had known that you were still so tired. Are you coming down with something?" Fumikage worried. Immediately pressing his hand to Harrison's forehead. "Shinsou has told me you do not seem yourself as of late."
"Harr-Harr had to move his nest right after being sick, stupid Fumi-Fumi! Of course, he's like that! Like we were until we were told Pretty purple and Harr-Harr would be near us! Then we were happy because we love Purple and Harr-Harr 'cuz they're so cute and pretty and nice and ours! Then we can make sure they stay safe too!" The shadow excitedly shouted, positively mortifying Fumikage. His feathers fluffed up even worse when some of the other teens either teased them, making suggestive comments... Then there was Iida who was simultaneously praising him for being such a fantastic loving boyfriend and all that one should aspire to be and at the same time was warning him off of behaving inappropriately with Harrison. Telling him he better not find them in any inappropriate situations as he was duty bound to tell Harrison's parents what was going on if he did.
Please some eldritch being, just give him sweet release from the mortal plane already! It was even more embarrassing when Dark Shadow began preening the other boy. Fumikage himself had the pressing urge to groom Harrison's unkempt hair. Unused to the other boy letting it get that way, it was driving him a little crazy, to be honest.
"I'll be fine... I'm Just tired and... adjusting." Harry said, tilting his head so Dark Shadow could get to the hair he was intent upon taming. Only half hearing a mortified, "Have you no shame?" hissed at the shadow by a flustered Fumikage. Getting a snicker Shinsou and a few of the others.
"If I had known that was all I had to do to get you out of your funk, I would have done that days ago!" The lavender haired teen teased. Getting an embarrassed Feather fluff from Fumikage.
After a few minutes, Harrison had managed to get quite comfortable between Shinsou and Fumikage... and Dark Shadow. Shinsou hiss when he jammed his chilly toes under the other boy's thighs. Harry then leaned against Fumikage, enjoying having his hair petted by the other as Dark Shadow warbled his little nickname for him affectionately and continued to carefully run claws and his beak through his mop of hair. He felt…. More balanced again. Better than before, safe.
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"The girls have all been talking and we totally think it would be awesome if we had a contest!" Toru exclaimed, startling Harry awake. He blinked owlishly and rubbed at his eyes. Getting a sparkly eyed, 'awe', from Kirishima.
"Yeah! A contest to see who has the best dorm room!" Uraraka excitedly explained.
"That sounds awesome!" Kirishima shouted, immediately getting pumped up at the idea of showing off his room.
"Yeah, that sounds like it could be super fun!" Denki agreed.
Harrison frowned, the idea of all of those other students.. Friends or not running around in his room didn't sound fun at all. What if they accidentally broke something? Or overpowered his and his parents' scents? The thought of that made him feel panicky and woke him right up. His mind rushed to figure out a way to keep them as far away from his room as possible.
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"Alright first off, Hitoshi's room! Then we can work our way up to Harrison's room and around to the other side." Ashido cheered.
"No." Shinsou growled, tone flat.
"Uh, you mean yay, this is going to be fun, right?!" The pink haired girl insisted. Guffing when she got another flat no.
"It's where I sleep. I don't like people invading my privacy." The purple haired teen hissed irritably.
"Well, Mr. Party pooper you are the first on the sacrificial block so you're going to have to deal!" Toru huffed. Opening his door. "I was expecting it to be darker." Was the first thing out of her mouth.
"Yeah, I thought it would end up being moodier or something!" Ashido said. Getting an annoyed growl. "Awe, look at the pictures, I had no idea you could even be happy. He's smiling in all of them! And he's cuddly." The girl snickered.
"Oh, woah, look, he has plushies!" Uraraka cooed. Getting blocked immediately from beelining to the stuffed animals lined up on his bed. Shinsou glared here down when she went to try and grab them. "No one touches anything! Especially those!" Shinsou snarled, gathering up the stuffed animals in his arms just in case someone decided to try and mess with them again. He didn't want anyone to mess up their smell for Harrison.
"Aww, that's so cute!" Ashido teased.
"Those look like some of the stuffed animals that Harr has." Kirishima pointed out.
"That's because they are.." Iida said, confused.
"I don't have to explain myself!" Shinsou snarled. "Now get out of my room before I make you!"
"Okay okay, gesh!" Ashido agreed with a dramatic sigh. "Such an angry boy!"
"Now onto Harrison's room!"
Harry couldn't help but to feel panicky at the thought of everyone piling into his room he was sure they would try to touch stuff! And frankly, it was a mess! He hadn't cleaned it since arriving, not even to vacuum it! He didn't know how to voice his discomfort, though.
In a fit of panic Harry nearly knocked Jirou to the ground before she could even open his door, startling other students. "If... if I let you see it... You can't come in! You have to stand in the hallway!" Harry stuttered out. Wringing his hands in distress.
"What but how will we judge properly?" The females exclaimed in outrage
"Wow wow, calm down! Yeah, that's fine!" Kirishima assured, looking at Harrison's glowing eyes warily.
"We will all follow whatever you like my love," Fumikage assured. Glaring the other students down along with a fuming Shinsou who was trying his best not to flip out.
"But!"
"He'll smell you all over his stuff for weeks if you go in there. It's the only place he can make smell at least sort of familiar to him... so... I think that his request is reasonable. He'll invite people in when he starts feeling more comfortable." Todoroki pointed out.
Several students made surprised sounds.
"Did no one else hear a thing Mr. Aizawa said?" Shinsou guffed, gritting his teeth together.
"Must you even ask that?" Fumikage grumbled.
"Oh, yeah... Mr. Aizawa did say something about Har' being disoriented by the lack of familiar smells or something, didn't he?" Denki mumbled.
Harry couldn't help but fidget, flustered as his classmates spoke about him like he wasn't even there. He felt like his face was on fire from the embarrassment.
"Can you all stop chatting like Harrison isn't even here and get this over with?" Shinsou all but hissed.
"Oh yeah, sorry we got sidetracked didn't we?" Momo agreed sheepishly.
Harry had almost hoped they forgot all about this stupid contest thing. With dread clear on his face and in his heart, Harry opened his door and switched on the light.
"Aww, it looks like your room at your house! Super nice!" Kirishima fawned, peaking into the room. "It even has the pictures! Oh, lucky, and it looks like you managed to get both of your dad's favorite blankets! So envious man, those both of them always looked so frign' comfy!" Kirishima exclaimed, tone genuinely envious sounding and became pouty at the end.
"Are all of those pictures? I can't see them very clearly?" Momo asked.
"Oh! I wanna see! Do you have any with me in them?" Toru wheedled.
"For some reason, I didn't think it would be so girly," Satou said.
"I actually thought it would be 'girlier' to be honest," Jirou admitted.
"Is it just me or can you feel the heat radiating man, it's kind of stifling." Sero grimaced. "I mean, it's summer."
"Dost my eyes deceive me or is that shrine of all... dog pictures? The wholesomeness. It's too much!" Mineta sputtered, holding his chest like he was experiencing genuine chest pain.
"He has some pictures with me in them right over there!" Iida proudly announced pointing at one of the shelves lining the left wall.
"Wha'! What about me? We're friends right, Harrison?" Ashido simpered.
"I know I'm up there. Harr' and me are best buds!." Kirishima said with a self assured grin. "That and I've seen them at his house. His bed is so comfy." The teen said wistfully.
"WAIT, YOU'VE BEEN TO HIS HOUSE AND ON HIS BED?!" Mineta shrieked.
"Yeah, I'm over there like most weekends. I have my own futon actually... Mr. Mic likes the house super cold at night though because he runs real warm... It normally ends up in a war between him and Mr. Aizawa since Mr. Aizawa's cold a lot. It's totally cool though because Harr's my buddy!... though he likes to torture people with his cold feet..." The Redhead gave a grateful looking Harrison a teasing pointed look. Unable to hold back an amused snort at the quiet agreement he received from both Shinsou and Fumikage to both the feet thing and the long-standing war between their two teachers.
"Anyway, Hitoshi and Tokoyami may be a bit quiet and intense but their pretty manly and good to Harr' when they come over! Mr. Mic is super chill and will actually take us places and wants to do stuff! It's super fun! Mr. Aizawa is usually alright to... Though he mostly just tries to kick us out into the yard or makes us do homework and Mr. Yagi will often try to do something fun like Mr. Mic when he's feeling up to it! And..." Kirishima instantly quieted as he realized he brought up a no no... Everyone in class had agreed to avoid the subject of Harrison's father. It was quite obvious that he had just ruined the excitable mood everyone was in and instead turned them all into nervous wrecks.
"Look at me going on tangents again! Sorry about that Harrison, I'm sure we've seen all we can see by now!" Kirishima exclaimed, grinning sheepishly. The other's were quick to agree with him. Deciding that it would likely be best that they moved on. Some trying to force him to promise them that he would show them some of his pictures later on. A major one being Momo. Other's talked about how they thought that they should start a picture wall or something. Though most stayed awkwardly silent and Harrison was perfectly fine with that. The stress he had just gone through would fill all social interactions he would need or want for the next month, he was sure!
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"Come on in girls~ I have something to show all of you!" Mineta said in a disturbing manner from behind his door beckoning them with an alarming grin, eyes gleaming.
"No, thanks." One of the girls said, everyone immediately walking right on by, they all did their best not to shiver in pure revulsion.
"Wait, what? But! Ugh! They aren' even listenin'!" Mineta huffed.
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The next room they went to was Midoriya's.
"No, wait, please don't be too harsh... it's it's too embarrassing!" The green hair teen pled. He barely was able to open his door, hands sweating profusely, before he was nearly bulldozed over when the girls crowded into the room.
"Oh, wow, you're even more of a.. um, Hero nerd than I had even thought!" Uraraka squeaked out, trying not to laugh.
"I actually thought it would be about this way," Iida admitted, pushing up his sliding glasses.
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"Now my room!" Aoyama exclaimed, eyes sparkling as he threw his door open and nearly blinded most of his classmates.
"Oh... wow... um that's... sparkly alright!" Uraraka laughed awkwardly, she rubbed her neck unsure what else she could really say about the room.
"No! It is Mag~nifi~co!" The blond boy purred, possing. Harry was so not into this. His vision was still spotty.
"How do you even sleep? This is horrible!" Harry blurted, cringing at how gaudy and sparkly the other boy's room was. He felt like his eyes were going to burn their way out of his head just getting a glimpse at it.
"Horrible? What do you mean? My Room is dazzling~!" The other boy sputtered.
"Kind of mean Harr'!" Kirishima said with a frown.
"No, he was being nice! This room…. has given me cancer." Shinsou hissed, his lip curled in utter disgusted contempt. Even half blinded he did his best to lead a disoriented and half blinded looking Fumikage away.
"Honestly... Same." Ojiro agreed, literally stumbling away from the room and blinking rapidly.
"Yeah.. That was about spot on with what I imagined it to look like." Ashido said, already walking away clearly not that interested in the room.
"It's actually less sparkly than I was expecting," Momo admitted with a little laugh.
"No. No one is to lift the curtain to get a glimpse of my sanctuary." Fumikage growled, leaning up against his door and glaring the girls down with crossed arms while trying to not show how disoriented he still was.
The girls ended up knocking him to the floor with their combined strength anyway and wandered into the room. Harrison was all over the bird-headed teen, making sure he hadn't got hurt. It was at least a slightest balm to Fumikage's hurt pride. His radiant night goddess raising him from the ashes of his defeat.
"Ugh, this is super dark and scary!"
"Freaky!"
"Like a vampire or something!"
The other student's said, criticizing the bird teen's dark occult themed room. Purple, red and black candles sat lit around the room along with a few different realistic plastic skulls, edgy posters, and different horror-themed decorations.
"You, fiends!" Fumikage hissed under his breath, trembling from pure embarrassing fury.
"Woah, a sword!" Izuku exclaimed posing cutely and taking a selfie with dark colored blade.
"Get out!" Fumikage pled.
Harry had to control the impulse to rub his scent around the room. It felt so safe and dark and smelled so much of Fumikage and even of Shinsou a bit, the blankets looked so soft and fluffy. Harry wanted to just dive into that bed, cuddle with his Fumi and Shinsou and go to sleep!
"Oh, wow! This looks like the Keychain I had when I was 12! I always thought these were like a middle school thing!" Kirishima exclaimed.
"I said GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" Fumikage shouted, making the other students flee from the room with shouts of fear.
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"Oh... kay so on our way upstairs! Yay!" Toru cheered. Harry flailed when the collar around his neck suddenly began shrieking. The other student held their ears around him.
"What's that horrible noise?!"
"FYI." Aizawa's voice came from all around the teens and the blaring alarm went silent.
"Apparently, I forgot to explain that Harrison wasn't allowed above the second floor to make sure he didn't end up hard to find if he ends up having blood sugar problems and also to prevent any chance of him getting into the sugar that Satou is to keep inside of his room. I will remotely turn the alarm off for now with a warning. I was at fault this time and I know you are all doing some sort of bonding contest thing together but he still isn't allowed to go higher than the 2nd floor. I will not make any acceptions." The man said in a slightly irritated sound drawl. "The elevator is programmed to not allow Harrison past the second floor and don't try the stairs. The doors to each floor past the second, leading from them, will not allow Harrison to open them either... The elevator will open back up on the second floor." The man explained and sighed, "Anyway, I'm busy right now but if you want, you can come down to my rooms to take a shower or something. Now stop doing things that distract me. I'm working." The brunet said in a flat tone of voice.
Harry would have to hug the man and make him food in thanks for that. Though he also... wanted to ask about the new collar...
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"So it's decided. We will talk about the list tomorrow... I should be finishing up with this particular case in the next few... days so if you want, once I'm done, you can sleep down here for a few days. I don't want us to make a habit out of it." Shouta leaned back, "Even though….. I would rather you down here. Your father's and I agreed that it would be best for you to get used to sleeping without us with you all the time so you can learn to be a little more independent for when you go to college. Just in case you pick one that's too far away to stay at home." Shouta explained, then stuffed another grilled nugget into his mouth with one hand while he continued on rapidly typing with the other.
"Anyways, you should go to bed now. It's getting late and I want you up at a reasonable time tomorrow... Maybe Hizashi, you and I can visit Toshinori to go and eat then maybe do something..?. I'm sure they would like that. That or I can help you learn how to use that capture scarf better. It took me 6 years before I managed to fully master using it. I... think both you and Hitoshi are doing a pretty decent job so far." The man rambled thoughtfully.
"Tomorrow is the last day of doing nothing for everyone. Monday summer classes begin." Shouta Explained. Eyes still focused on the screens in front of him. He continued typing for a few minutes before demandingly holding out an arm right as Harrison was about to leave.
"You didn't say goodnight brat. Get over here." The man grumbled, pulling Harry into a quick side hug and surprisingly enough, pecked him on the head. "You've looked so glum lately. It doesn't suit you. Trust me. Things will get easier. Just try to focus on what you can control and improve." Shouta said, getting a quick squeeze in return. "Now I see that Shinsou forgot to convince you to check your blood sugar so.. I'll…. let that slide this one time because of the torment I am sure your classmates put you through and I'll leave it be. Just eat something before bed, just in case. With the dinner you ate, I'm not expecting issues, but you never know with the way your quirk reacts to things... so… please.. just eat.. Even if it's a little…. For my peace of mind if nothing else." Shouta plead. Getting a little smile from Harry.
"Okay, I'll eat something... I think I still have some apples and if I don't I know I have some other stuff I can eat easily without making too much of a mess. Anyways, night, hope you catch your bad guy!"
Shouta sighed, expression fond. Turning back to the computer screen once Harrison left. His full attention focused back at the screen. He wished he could have been going to bed as well. Running on less than 2 hours a sleep a day for the last week had him positively exhausted and it didn't help that a side effect of having the quirk he had... and his bouts of on and off depression was that he was chronically exhausted. Though the depression part had mostly cleared up since Harrison and Toshinori came into his life. Now the only thing he needed to make everything feel complete was to catch the last of the League of Villains. Once that happened, he could rest a little easier. He hoped. Even so, with the villains slithering about, with Harrison and Toshinori in their lives that emptiness that he had once felt... that gaping bleeding wound that tormented him was finally filled in. Not entirely yet but enough that he could finally breathe again. That he…. could finally feel happy and content.
End Chapter 20
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