Longest chapter ever written by far. This ended up being 20,092 words without author's notes. I decided to split it in half so everyone would have something to read if I get busy again and can't finish up the next chapter for 'Not the Place I was Hoping for' within the next few days. This is the second part. Which I actually added quite a bit on. It is now about 10,000 words on its own.
I have a couple of neat characters I am going to add soon, one who may become a major major villain in the story. Poor guy the way it happens... I also really like an OC that was private messaged to me! So if allowed I really would like to add him to!
Thank goodness I have been trying to update for nearly 2 weeks now! For some reason my fanfiction account was fully refusing to allow me to and it got to the point I was literally about to quite using the site and fully move over to my facebook and AO3 so hopefully the message I sent to Fanfiction support was the reason it suddenly works!
Start Chapter 3
Most of the following few days went not exactly bad, but uncomfortably. Students acted either nervous around Harry or were all over him insisting that he should have told them about his quirk. Katsuki had been clearly angry most of the time. Harry wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't had the chance to talk to him or the more likely he now hated Harry and like the other's didn't want anything to do with him. He seemed to get even more furious every time the boy, Midoriya, tried approaching Harry with a look of pure frustration on his face. Was he angry to? Harry wasn't sure but he really didn't want to deal with anyone mad at him for things he couldn't even remember doing clearly, so he avoided him like the plague as well. The staring of a growling Katsuki and the odd two toned boy was anxiety inducing enough as it was.
Harry could already tell that it wouldn't be hard for him to keep up in most of the general education classes he had throughout the 4 days he had been going to classes. Enjoying English most. Present Mic. certainly wasn't all sunshine and sweet talk like most would think but Harry definitely liked him. In the general classes Harrison was in his element and found the pre-tests given to be pretty easy and enjoyable. Though he had been a Ravenclaw, one that had adored schoolwork. The best part was that he hadn't been allowed into the hero classes yet. Well that day he had been cleared to go to hero classes, much to his disappointment, but it was nice while it lasted. The worst part was that it was real hero classes, the actual hero classes, unlike with home room. Where he had actually taken to avoiding Aizawa like a leper, when he could.
The man had asked Harrison to stay after class each day so he could talk to him about getting help for his quirk 'issues'. Telling him that he was very concerned about it. It was the first time in Harry's life that he had repeatedly disobeyed a competent adult that genuinely seemed care about if he was okay or not. It was way too uncomfortable, him having instability issues or something? Harry may have been part Black and be from the main lines and also have some anxiety issues and stuff but it was his quirk, not him, there was problems with. He had a right to be afraid of it!
"Damn it! Wait up, don't make me chase you down damn it!" A voice snarled like a beast.
Harry turned at the sound of fearful yelps and crashing noises. Students where literally diving out of the way of Katsuki, looks of terror on their faces as smoke blanketed him in his rage. Slouched over he stomped through the hallway, a look of pure determination on his furiously twisting face.
"Harrison! You don't take another step!" Katsuki barked irritably. Eyes blazing.
"K-K-Kaachan! You-you should leave Harrichan alone! Harrichan didn't mean to make you mad or anything!" Midoriya called from the end of the hallway, he looked to also be on his way to try and make nice with Harrison. Still feeling guilty about hurting the feelings of the person All Might, His idle, had spoken so highly of to him. His eyes were wide and terrified, like he was afraid for Harry's life.
"Stay out of this you pathetic Deku nerd!" Bakugou hissed, murderous rage in his eyes as he craned his neck to eye the other boy. Making the nervous green haired boy recoil, trembling head to toe. The boy looked on at Bakugou in horror as he towered over the petite 'girl'.
Midoriya was convinced that Bakugou would burn Harrison as he firmly grasped delicate shoulders. Smiling deceptively pleasantly, his eyes on Midoriya a gloating gleam to them. Bakugou had seen that nerd try to talk to Harrison, 'make friends' that loser wouldn't get the chance to talk to 'her' ever again! Harrison would like him.. And-and would want to be his girlfriend!
Bakugou would kill that Deku if he ever even thought of the possibility of Harrison ever being his girlfriend! He couldn't even imagine the two together and not just because it enraged him too much to do so. Harrison was so-so he hated using the word but, adorable was the best description. From the way she clammed up from that ridiculous shyness to the way she wrote notes in a ridiculously cute intense excitable way to the enthusiastic way she spoke about things that she knew a lot about or liked. She was beautiful and smart and powerful. And that smile, Harrison could probably get him to do anything she wanted him to do and he would do it if she gave him that look. She- Bakugou wanted to protect her fragile heart and delicate body and keep her all to himself, safe and hidden far far away from everyone where no one could hurt her or take her away from him, ever. Like a sweet little song bird.
Bakugou nearly choked at the odd flutter in his chest as he realized he was actually touching Harrison. He could feel delicately boned shoulder blades under the fabric of 'her' uniform. Small and petite, without realizing it before, his hands easily gripped them back to front. They felt unbelievably breakable. She was so small. Surely not built for fighting at least not physically. Bakugou forced himself back on task, eye twitching with effort.
"Are you alright?" He managed to get out through sharp gritted teeth. "I've been trying to talk to you all day but those asshole extras kept getting in my way! I saw you holding your side earlier..." Bakugou grumbled, yanking at his collar with flushed cheeks. "D-does it hurt?" The boy asked, his stare intense but tone a tad less aggressive. Something in him just seemed to melt around Harrison. Not quite a week and Bakugou was absolutely positive that he was smitten and he was surprisingly okay with it. When he saw Harrison in class after being burned by 'her' own damn phone Bakugou nearly felt like crying of all things, in relief. His chest felt strange and almost floaty and that strange contentedness from the day before filled him up, making him feel cottony and ridiculously giddy. Then the rejects, the extras seemed to make it their mission to separate them, filing him with such rage he wasn't sure how he had been able to control himself.
The thought of Harrison's father insisting that he wasn't good enough for his kid repeatedly played through his mind, he was sure that the sickly bastard would use anything he could as an excuse to prevent Bakugou from being around his 'daughter'. Grateful to the man, Harrison would likely listen to anything that the useless prick said to 'her'. Even now the thought filled the blond with fury.
Harry couldn't help but blush, "A bit, yeah. As long as I don't move too much it's pretty manageable..." Harry explained, fidgeting. Why did this boy even care? They had only known each other for a couple days and he had only had the chance to spend part of a day with him on the first day of school. They had agreed to be friends but in Harry's experience... which was admittedly little, most people didn't really care what happened to someone as long as they were alive until they at least knew you for a month or so and it normally took a lot longer for someone to get that worked up over you. Maybe he just left a really strong impression? He couldn't figure out how though.
Bakugou twitched, at the startled disbelieving sound Deku made. Muttering in confusion and fear. He growled as other students began to whisper about the two, making Harrison shrink away and big beautiful luminescent green eyes dart around nervously, confused.
"You're having lunch with me!" Bakugou announced as the vultures got closer, trying to pick up snippets of their conversation no doubt. Useless gossip mongers. He Snatched Harrison by the wrist.
"W-what? But my dad... he insisted that I sit with him today. He said he got me another burger from Almighty Joe's." Harry explained, nervously fiddling with his hair with his free hand.
Bakugou had to force himself from exploding after hearing that, slowly turn his head and trying to force a sweet smile onto his face. Not wanting Harrison to flee. "Oh, when did-did that happen?" He said, nearly choking on the words in his rage. He carefully drug Harrison through the cafeteria to a table, his table.
Harrison tentatively sat down confused and not sure what he was supposed to do. He didn't want to seem rude and he really did like Katsuki, though not his aggression towards everyone. He didn't want to upset him so he decided his dad could wait for a few minutes. Katsuki didn't seem to interact with the other students much outside of disputes, he was surely lonely. "He got it for me when I collapsed Monday from... my accident." Harry carefully explained. "Their burgers are my favorite! The shake was amazing to!" He gushed, smiling as the memories of delicious food flooded back into his mind, nearly making him salivate.
Bakugou tensed, eyes nearly bulging out of his head with the effort not to flip out and shook with it as he tried not to explode with anger. Something in him felt, hollow... almost broken. He lied. That prick, oh he was going to pay! He would show that old man who wasn't worthy, that man was weak, useless! Not like him! He-he was amazing, unstoppable! Bakugou was far more worthy to protect Harrison than that-that damn skinny ass bug! He would squash him, crush him to dust! Even with that geezer against him he-he would make Harrison his girlfriend! It made him even more determined to do so. That was it, that was what he would do! Bakugou would invite Harrison to go out to eat with him! "Hey I-would you-" He couldn't believe it. It was like the words were stuck in his throat or something! He steeled up his nerves again. Opening his mouth-
"Kaachan! You can't just be dragging people around, holding them hostage or what ever this is!" Midoriya squeaked. Feeling increasingly worried for Harrison. He Jogging over to the table, a girl with rosy cheeks and the serious worried looking engine quirk user, Ida, following him.
The three fearfully backed away as Bakugou gave them a murderous sneer, the vessels in his eyes popped from the strain of controlling himself gave him a terrifying half insane, unstable edge. "Stay out of my business Deku or I'll make you regret it!" Bakugou warned.
"Woah, man, what's going on here? I go to get in line a little early so I can get an extra pudding pack and I hear something about kidnapping? Not cool man!" A red head said, eyes wide and an expression of bewilderment on his face.
"There is no damn kidnapping! Harrison's having lunch with me!" Bakugou hissed, beginning to smoke even as he did the best to control his temper.
"Ah, cool! So manly! Taking care of a damsel!" The wild haired boy said. Nearly tearing up at the thought of such manly thoughtfulness.
"I feel as if you forced young Miss Lup-Lupon-Bake into interacting with you through manipulation and physical force. How does that not match up with 'kid-" Bakugou interrupted Iida.
"It's Lupin-Black you moron. Before you go on some dumb ass rant it would be a good idea to know the person's name! Right Harrison?" Bakugou scuffed, unsure if he was amused or disgusted as his most familiar emotions were nearly always present. His anger and irritation.
Harry shrunk in his seat trying to become as unnoticeable as possible. "Uh, yeah... yes, it's Lu-Lupin-Black." Harry stuttered hardly over a whisper.
Iida went red faced, "I am sorry but it is an odd name. I meant no offense Miss! I just..."
"You just wanted to stir up shit and get into other peoples business." Bakugou growled, his tone contrasting the shit eating grin on his face.
Iida straightened, chin in the air and nostrils flaring. "I did not! You see here-"
"Guys, guys, calm down! Arguing in front of girls... This isn't manly at all!" The red head insisted. The rosy cheeked girl fidgeted uncomfortably at a flailing Midoriya's side while Harry was wide eyed and frozen, looking panicky.
Midoriya rounded on the red haired boy, speaking firmly but not unkindly. "I can't leave her with him, Kirishima. Recovery girl said to her dad that Harrison is ill and that he should try to keep her in the least stressful situations possible!" He explained. Midoriya had to make it up to Harrison he just had to! He didn't meant to hurt Harrison's feelings. He needed to prove to Harrison that he could be trusted and what he said wasn't him trying to be cruel!
"No offense, but high school is a giant on going stressful situation that pretty much doesn't end until you're out of it. And really isn't, you, trying to control her way more stressful than if she did what she wanted to and no one argued? Being controlling isn't cool or manly." Kirishima pointed out.
"Harrison is really sick though!" The rosy cheeked girl insisted, she was the anti-gravity user named Ochako Uraraka.
Harrison began to turn gray as the group stared at him, it wasn't just them now it was all the tables around them to, he-he felt sick. Like he would either throw up or pass out at any moment. Maybe both. The crawling filled his skin, his arms and legs. His quirk itching to lash out at them. To make them just-just stop! Questions bombarded him, overwhelming him, suffocating him. He-he needed to make them stop, leave him alone.
"Calm down. Come with me." A familiar crow headed boy said to Harry in a calm baritone. It went completely unnoticed by the other students as they continued to argue, becoming louder and louder. He held out his hand. Harry didn't hesitate to grab it, he needed to get out of there. He could feel it, his quirk clawing under his skin, eager to lash out. The boy polled him away from the group getting him out of the room as quickly as possible. Leading Harry to a secluded little alcove near a door.
"It is okay now, it is quiet here. No one will bother us." The teen said, looking at Harry with worry on his face, eyes narrowed in on Harrison's clenched jaw and trembling limbs along with the green sparks that had begun to ark across his hands. He remembered seeing what happened when Harrison had panicked only a few days before. Those inconsiderate fools, they had no clue what banquet of chaos and maybe even possibly death he had prevented from happening.
Harry grabbed at his throat gasping for air, he couldn't breath!
"Stop breathing like that, you are making it worse! I think you are having a panic attack, like on Monday. The issue you have with your quirk is your fear. You need to stay calm to keep it calm. Now, slowly breath in deeply through you're nose and let it out through your mouth. Alright?" The other, larger though still relatively short boy said.
"I-I c-c-can't It's-It's-" Harry could hardly speak his lung felt like they were too small, he was breathing through a straw. Eyes darting around. The bird headed boy in front of him was twisting, distorting the expression on his face becoming cold and mocking, sinister. He could feel it clawing at his skin, his quirk trying to defend him. But it would hurt people, it would kill someone. It was horrible. Fear zinged through him at the thought. He couldn't, he couldn't! No, no, no, he was going to hurt someone! He couldn't control it!
Harrison's eyes landed on a shadowy recessed part of the little nook. It was small and dark and inviting, reminding him of the little nooks he use to curl up in as a small child when he had become too overwhelmed, usually when he had been around lots of people too long or was left in a large open room alone. Harry ignored the other boy and stumbled almost drunkenly to the little cranny sliding to sit under the small table built into it. He pulled his legs to his chest and curled into the corner of it, ignoring the painful pieces of decorative wood that dug into his spine. Slowly relief began to tug at him.
"Does that feel better?" The crow headed teenager asked. Carefully dropping to kneel in front Harrison. He cocked his head in interest as Harrison's pupils turned to pinpricks, terrified and hazy. Shaking as he got closer. He quirked an eye as Harry suddenly covered both eyes with his hands, keeping his fingers together as tightly as he possibly could. His eyes narrowed as Harrison seemed to deflate, going almost limp after a few silent minutes. Breaths not quite as frantic and short. Making almost relieved noises.
After a few moments Harry managed to get his voice box to work again, though still covered his eyes. "Thank-thank you. I'm sorry for being so bothersome. I-I just couldn't... I couldn't-"
"The fighting upset you. I'm assuming that you're quirk then began to try and lash out as it seems to be defensive when you are stressed out and that frightened you as it can be dangerous when it gets out of control. It started a cycle of sorts as your fear triggers it even worse but you fear your quirk so in turn it caused it to become even more prominent and more likely to be explosively aggressive if released... There is no need to apologize to me. Not being taught to control it properly, it is quite the burden upon you." The boy said, his deep serious voice tinted with empathy. What a terrible quirk to have for someone so nervous and sensitive? For a person like Harrison it must have practically been a curse.
He had over heard what the adults had been talking about the first day, in the teacher's lounge. Recovery Girl, Harrison's father, and the principal. It hadn't been on purpose... at first at least. He had simply been walking by, coincidentally on his way to ask if Harrison was alright. The moment Harrison's quirk lashed out he knew it was likely because Harrison's body had learned to respond that way from fear 'she' showed all of the signs for being quirk damaged. It wasn't a purposeful thing but normally something that was caused in powerful defensive or almost sentient quirks like that by being neglected, improperly socialized/introduced to the world as a whole, or abused as a child, shadow quirk using children had a very high rate of getting that way when in an unstable environment. It was a dangerous quirk to manage even when raised in the perfect environment with supportive family and excellent parents. One had to be very emotionally stable to control a quirk as powerful as his and likely Harrison's.
After hearing what the three had to say in the teacher's lounge the bird headed teen was certain that his observations had been right. Harrison had in the very least been in a neglectful or highly unstable environment unsuited to such a delicate temperament. Even just observing for a few days, he could tell a environment without consistency or structure was very difficult for Harrison to handle. Harrison needed it to function properly or panicked and floundered. The crow headed teenager had wondered more than once if along with likely having some sort of anxiety issues that Harrison my have a mild case of OCD or at least was a bit obsessive when it came to routine.
He still couldn't believe that someone could actually be prescribed a rigorous stressful class like that. When Harrison was so sickly. He had seen the hand full of pills being taken... and how did one expect someone with Harrison's quirk issues to be able to learn how to use their quirk properly when such a program wasn't designed to retrain the subconscious and thus mechanism controlling the quirk, how to respond properly to both negative and positive stimuli? It would likely just exasperate the underlining mental or emotional issues that Harrison had being so emotionally and likely psychologically frail! Harrison didn't even have any friends for support and the people that had glommed on weren't the most stable individuals themselves...
Fumikage needed to talk to a teacher about this before it got out of control. He had kept it to himself the last few days, his concerns, but Harrison's anxieties were obviously getting worse, it wasn't right to force someone through that. He would tell whom ever teacher was in their next class, He decided. Hoping that All Might would be teaching alone that day as he seemed more caring and empathetic.
"Are you feeling up to getting something to eat?" Fumikage asked, tone calm, almost gentle.
Harry slowly nodded, feeling drained. Though calmer than he had been in a while. The dark felt nice. It reminded him of the Black family home. Even with as possessive as it was and reluctant as it was to let him leave Harrison had felt an odd comfort there, a safeness. This boy had the same feeling.
Harry crawled out on all fours his movement smooth and easy, not the normally knee scuffing baby crawl most people would do. He rouse up right without much effort and dusted off his pants. He wiped at his face as he realized he must have been crying, it was wet and itchy. How embarrassing! Harrison must have looked like a total mess. Hair half out of his bun in crazed looking wisps. At least this boy seemed really nice.
"Would you like to sit out here or go back in? I can sit with you if you like." The bird headed boy said, giving Harry an awkward smile.
Harry smiled back tentatively, reaching up to pull his hair-tie out. He shook out his hair, hair tie in his mouth. As he went to gather it all back up. Both boy's turned as they heard a chocking sound. Toshinori stood coughing up blood, the stress too much for him to bare.
"What are you doing? Are you trying to attract some creepy stalker or something? Back up in the bun it goes! I don't care if it looks old ladyish!" The gaunt man gurgled. The thought of his baby boy having some creep knocking him up or stalking him terrifying the man.
"Are you alright sir?" Fumikage asked, horrified by the gush of blood from the obviously ill man's mouth.
"Huh, yeah, I'm fine, happens all the time." Toshinori said, waving the boy off. Too focused on Harrison to hardly even notice him.
Harry polled the hair tie from his mouth and put it over his wrist, shaking out his hair completely.
"Gah, stop that! You'll attract them!" Toshinori hissed, eyes darting back and forth nervously like he expected boys to suddenly jump out from all directions and pounce on Harrison to ravage him.
"It pulls though! I don't like it in the bun, it gives me a head ache!" Harry insisted, ignoring the odd behavior. It was pretty standard after all and he had been living with it for a few years by now.
The man muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'It will be even more than a head ache if you end up pregnant' but froze and laughed, sweat dripping from his brow when Harry made a horrified squeaking noise. Forgetting that Harrison had to of course have enhanced hearing.
"I am sorry but may I please ask who you are sir?" Fumikage finally asked, giving Harrison a curious look, his tone polite but firm. He was sure this was the voice he had heard in the teacher's lounge a few days prior, Harrison's father, but this man didn't look anything like he had expected. The man's voice was more suited to someone like All Might then this sickly skin and bones thing towering over them with dark sunken eyes.
"Huh? Oh, my name is Toshinori Yagi." The man said looking down at the boy he finally noticed with narrowed eyes, looking the boy up and down he decided that the two together must have been a coincidence. Yes, just a coincidence. His face softened a bit. "I'm Harrison's father." Toshinori said, proud sounding. How could he not be proud? His Harrison was a wonderful kind boy and was the only thing that got him up some mornings. He knew it was wrong to be happy about a child losing the ability to ever see their friends or family ever again but he truly couldn't be happier about it. He couldn't imagine Harrison never being in his life. Getting to be a parent to him, it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Toshinori believed that whole heartedly!
"I see, my name is Fumikage Tokoyami sir." The bird haired boy said bowing his head politely.
"You're the one I... Heard about with the Shadow quirk, what an amazing ability! You will surely do great things one day young man!" Toshinori praised wiping at the blood dripping down his chin with a handkerchief in one hand and giving the boy a thumbs up with the other and a winning smile.
Fumikage looked taken aback. "Th-thank you sir. I try my best." Fumikage said, trying not to rudely stare at the bright red that had begun to stain the crisp white cloth. He turned to Harrison, "I should leave, we only have half an hour or so before lunch ends." He said, Harrison's father obviously was wanting to have lunch with 'her'. He seemed kind. Having such a ill parent... Fumikage couldn't imagine how stressful it was for the 'girl'. Harrison surely wanted to spend as much time as possible with him.
"Oh, okay." Harry said, distractedly as he began fussing over the sickly man he ignored the pain in his side as he swung his bag off his back and held it in front of himself. He began digging around for the box of tissues he carried with him on habit, just in case his father had one of his 'excitable' attacks. Harry polled out a handful and instructed the man to sit, ignoring the protests. "I said, sit now." Harry said in an oddly intimidating voice. Shutting down the huge man that instant.
Toshinori, number one hero, literally eeped sweat dripping. He made a don't shot gesture with his hands and smiled half heartedly when Harry gave him what he had mentally dubbed his, 'I will mother you and you will put up with it gladly and like it or I will make you', look. Toshinori sat down on a bench conveniently situated close by. Trying his best not to look anything but happy as Harrison began to tenderly wipe away all traces of blood he could find. Feeling nothing but exasperated and miserable as his own child obsessed over him like a toddler with an almost crazed intensity. Toshinori tried his best not to look at Harrison. Unwilling to see that teary eyed expression he knew would be on his sweet boy's face.
Toshinori sighed to himself, trying vehemently to force away a traitorous thought that managed to worm its way into his head. One that seemed to always come up when Harry got into his smothering shudder*, motherly mode.
Harrison would probably be the best parent any kid could ever ask for though he could definitely see Harrison being smotheringly attentive and affectionate even up until a kid was a teenager possible beyond. Ugh, no he didn't want to think about his son being a... what, mom? Parent in general. Nope, nope never ever was going to happen.
The man sat silently waiting for Harrison to finish because he was surprisingly scary when he was in mothering mode and Toshinori didn't cooperate with him. It was better to go along with it than to argue. Even if he recovered quickly, it panicked the boy every time no matter how many times he saw it happen nor how many times he showed that he would be fine. Damn it he was the parent, he was the one that was supposed to be worried, not his boy! Not–not his sickly, injured, likely quirk damaged, boy.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm fine. I just got a little worked up." Toshinori finally said rubbing the back of his neck. He stood up and ruffled Harrison's hair. "Come on, we only have a few minutes left to eat. You can't go without eating. I don't want you getting sick, besides, I got your favorite for dessert! Those strawberry tarts you like from that European style bakery so much... Though I still don't get what's wrong with a good old American styled new York cheesecake if you're going to go all fancy that or southern style apple pie!" The man guffed good naturedly, his love for American style just about everything shining through even in his food choices. He grinned as Harrison's stressed posture changed almost instantly, back to his happy self at Toshinori's reassuring behavior and the thought of having his favorite desserts.
Harry loved how much his adoptive father always put his all into things for him, constant thoughtful when it came to what he wanted... except when it came to the hero program business but it at least it hadn't been him that put in the recommendation. All Might always knew just how to make Harry feel better, even if he still worried.
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Harry had wolfed his food down as quickly as he could. He nearly choked on his much more manageable sized burger as he tried to finish it off so he could have his tart before the class bell wrung. He wasn't one that normally could eat much so only managed about a quarter before becoming full enough that he feared the inability to eat his delicious somehow still mildly warm tart. After giving the man a puppy eyed pleading look, something he remembered... relatively decently from lessons his eccentric mother gave him, Toshinori caved allowing Harrison to put the sandwich in the staff refrigerator with the rest of the food.
Harry was very conscious of the time. It would look bad if he got there after All Might and odd if he arrived with him. If people knew that All Might had a child, even if adopted, likely wouldn't be a good thing. So many people were after his father if the knowledge got out there it could end up in a full out man hunt by criminals. Neither wanted to take the chance of there being a spy or something in the school even then, teenagers talked and they talked a lot. Things slipped and they normally slipped in the most inconvenient places. The most dangerous places.
Harry grabbed his strawberry laden tart just as the bell wrung, tossing his pills into his mouth before gulping down his luke warm tea. Wishing he had some honey to put in it. Harry grabbed the second cup that his father had made for himself before deciding it was too cold and made himself a new one, then stuffed the pastry into his mouth. Half of it hanging out as he put his backpack on strap by strap. Thanking Toshinori, Harry left. He was sure to rush from the room, wanting to be one of the first to make it to the classroom so he could pick his own spot and get set up.
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Harry grimaced as he finally got to the classroom. Noticing that most of the Hero course students were already there. How was that? It was completely on the other side of the main school building. He had to maneuver around the cafeteria then run down a couple of hallways and up a set of stairs to get there as early as he did. Oh well, most students seemed to be more interested in siting on one side of the room than the other so there looked to be a few spots left.
Harry sipped at the last of his cold lavender tea, deciding he really preferred his fruity and sugared up black teas much better. Harry's eyes darting this way and that way to try and figure out where to sit. He didn't really know any of the girls and the only female friend he had ever managed was Hermione. He didn't think any of these girls were like her. Harry's belly filled with spidery skittering feeling nerves at the thought of them possibly being more like Delphi or even worse, Pansy. Harry had always had male friends as a majority of the pureblood girls that interacted with his family had a tendency to be exclusive and cruel to him from toddlerhood onward no matter how hard he tried making friends. No.. He would just have to sit with someone familiar well-ish...
"Where did you go? I was practically looking all over the damn planet for you during lunch! I thought some ass wipe got to you or something, warn me next time got it?!" The becoming increasingly familiar, voice of Katsuki Bakugou ranted from behind Harry, making him jump and hold his chest. His heart fluttering a mile a second.
Harry turned around and gave the boy a tired smile, trying not to cringe at the pain in his side, worse from the tensing at Bakugou startling him. "Sorry, you were.. Arguing and I just really had to go. I promised my dad that I would eat with him and I didn't want to upset him." Harry explained, his voice quiet and his expression meek, appeasing.
The explosion quirk boy stared at Harrison hard for a few moments before oddly enough, relenting. "Fine, I get it. Just tell me next time alright?" The blond said. An odd look in his eyes, like he wasn't quite believing that Harry was speaking the whole story, like he knew something.
Harry shook that thought off. Eagerly accepting the sweet smelling juice bottle offered to him and took an eager gulp, compulsively taking another after the first.
A look crossed Bakugou's face like something had been confirmed. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. So he was right... Damn.
Not really knowing who to sit by Harry followed the boy over to what apparently was his seat. The one beside Katsuki was empty. No one even seemed interested in occupying it, so Harrison decided that it must be his and sat the mug he was holding on the edge of it, slowly sliding into the seat as not to aggravate his lightly throbbing side.
"Hello my heroic students! Are you ready for another fantastic day?" The boisterous heroic sounding voice of All Might filled the room, he darted in, cape bellowing behind him dramatically.
All Might zipped to his podium and began one of his signature poses, hands on his hips and his head tilted up proudly giving the class a gleaming smile. He tried not to radiate the delight he felt as all attention was on him the moment that he entered the room. Student scrambled to their seats, whispering about how cool his costume was.
"Since young Harrison has been cleared to come to our class now, we-" The man paused for a moment as his eyes caught where his Harrison was sitting. The only place he didn't want him to be. Next to that Bakugou boy. The very same one that had tried to get him to help woo his baby boy with good food and had practically been all over him since the very moment Harrison had entered UA. Was-was that boy trying to pass his boy a note?! Nope-nope, this wasn't going to fly.
Toshinori would not have snarling creepy grand babies! He wouldn't encourage such a thing upon his sweet, beautiful, happy and not creepy son either! Nope, it wasn't going to be happening. At that moment the famed hero decided that such a thing was banned. It would never be allowed in his existence, ever. He needed to nip this in the bud, he decided. This was for everyone's own good! The world, not just himself and Harry, as surely it wouldn't just be Toshinori suffering once what ever hellish spawn from such a... together..ness, yuck, would bring was old enough to begin going to school!
That personality mixed with Harrison's, yeah there was no way that Harrison's would win. Toshinori was convinced it was some rare once in a millennia, pray to every god in existence and do some sort of ritual to even, up the chances, sort of recessive thing as Harrison had to be, like, the easiest teen to get along with ever. He never got in trouble and actually sat around reading most of the time or was cleaning all on his own without prompting... probably excessively... no... most definitely excessively. That or the two were hanging out doing 'dorky' 'uncool' things together like having movie nights, playing children's board games, or going to restaurants and trying to figure out what place had the best of 'this' or 'that' around the area. Harrison actually thought that spending time with dad was COOL! Toshinori couldn't remember ever having an actual argument with Harrison EVER! The closet thing that had come to one was tepid discussions about how Harry needed to learn how to use his quirk better for his own safety. Toshinori was convinced that Harry would feel a lot more confident if he started getting some control of it and would likely gain more control through the building of his confidence.
"Uh, sir, are you okay?" The frog girl... Tsuyu Asui croaked.
"Yes! Fine I'm fine!" All Might waved off, mildly confused still as his mind had been violently torn from his former thoughts. He was definitely going to split them up though. "I just realized Harrison and Mr. Yuga aren't in the best spots! Could you please move instead change seats?" The man said in his always friendly, heroly way. Trying to seem as calm and normal as possible.
"Oh...Okay sir? If that helps me become more fabulous faster!" The strange blond student with a belly button laser quirk said, eyes sparkling excessively in excitement. He shrugging and gathering up his sparkly pop star notebook and bright sparkly blue gel pens and shiny silver and royal purple book bag.
Harry was more hesitant, confused. He had just gotten done putting everything where he liked it and Bakugou was being nice to him. How was he supposed to improve his friendship with the boy if he couldn't even sit with him in class? Harry really wanted to make a friend, a real one.
Bakugou twitched violently as Harrison got up, gathering his things and made his way across the room with flushed cheeks. Trying not to look at anyone. What the hell? What was up with everyone taking his crush away every time he tried being nice!
Harry sat down. Blushing as he could feel all eyes on him. Something he had never enjoyed especially now, in a room full of his peers and his own father all staring down at him. Well... besides Mineta who was the size of a toddler... But the vibe was still there!
"Hey, it's alright. Stay calm. You did not do anything wrong, there isn't anything to get upset about. Just focus on being calm, just focus on me if you need to." Fumikage said kindly reassuring Harry. Harry jumped, startled as he hadn't noticed that the bird headed boy was sitting next to him.
Harry gave the other boy a nervous smile, "Thank you."
The other boy nodded. Glancing across the room at Bakugou who was shaking with rage and growling, glaring hatefully at All Might.
"Now that we have that taken care of, please pair up with the person sitting next to you and talk quietly for a few minutes while we wait for our FANTASTIC HERO ACTIVITY to finish being set up!" All Might excitedly emphasized. Narrowly avoiding blood spurting from his mouth for the second time that day by quickly swallowing.
"I guess we are going to be partners from now on, yes?" The odd supposedly part french boy purred, sparkling much like everything else he owned.
"You even look at me and you're dead! Got that extra?! I refuse you! Refuse! I already had the only person worth talking to in this entire shitty place next to me! Hear that?" Bakugou fumed, eyes blazing with his rage. Smoke beginning to come off of his hands in waves.
Yuga recoiled letting out a nervous laugh, though still smiled as he tried scooting as far as he could from the violent ash blond. "How barbaric!" Sweat dripped down his brow as Bakugou threateningly hissed at him.
Unlike Bakugou, Harry was having a surprisingly pleasant, mostly stress-less conversation with someone who was practically a stranger! That never happened! Fumikage had a safe air to him Harry didn't feel uncomfortable or pushed in any way the odd darkness around him was comforting. Made him feel grounded.
"I like to read... mostly... let me see... what else do I like to do? Oh, I cook a lot and I played with the dogs at the animal shelter on the weekends when I wasn't busy when we were in Tokyo! I love dogs... We can't have one though because it wouldn't be right to get one since neither dad or I are at home enough. I don't really get the chance to do much else since dad's busy all the time I kind of just, you know, sit at home... But I was home schooled... so.. I'm pretty use to it!" Harry told the bird headed boy.
"I see. I tend to spend a lot of my time out doors... I also like.. Apples." Fumikage said, his expression completely serious as he thought on what he liked that wouldn't be considered odd. At the same time he was trying to make his thoughts about what Harrison had just told him completely unreadable as frankly, with 'her' personality, it explained a lot. Why Harrison was having so many issues other than having a likely dying parent. Harrison was the type of person that needed to constantly be socialized, to be reassured, and taught that new things were okay and that stress was normal. The world wasn't supposed to be a completely terrifying place.
Instead of guiding Harrison through things that would be scary, possibly terrifying to Harrison, when with 'her' first parent or parents it seemed like the cycle was continuing. As Toshinori, instead of working Harrison through 'her' fears the man had either ignored them and made them a permanent scary thing that way or had outright avoided things as to not upset Harrison. With the adoring tone the man had used Fumikage strongly suspected the second one far more than the first. He held back a sigh, the sayings loving someone to death, and being protective with one's child to a fault came to mind.
"I prefer strawberries, dad likes my apple pies though, he says they taste like 'a slice of America', what ever that means..?" Harry said rolling his eyes, his tone becoming playful as he tried his best to imitate his father.
Fumikage couldn't help but let out a amused noise at how ridiculous Harrison sounded. "America?" He asked.
Harry nodded. "Everything good and wholesome when it comes to food is American this or that. That applies to clothes and cars to... Most things really. He really likes those hummer vehicles or what every they are called. He had one back in Tokyo, thankfully we don't really need a vehicle here. He had it painted with red and white stripes down it and the hood was blue and it had these huge stylized white stars all over the place! The metal parts on the tires... oh! The hood caps, yeah those even had rotating stars on them. It was super embarrassing he even had lights that came on for at night all over it so you could see the stars and it's horn played the All Might theme song! Which I would have thought was neat at a vehicle show or something but its not when that's the car you take to go to the grocery store with. Do you know how many parking spots something like that takes up? Old ladies hate us back in Tokyo because of the lights!" Harry explained, a pained expression on his face.
A couple of students in hearing distance around Harry couldn't help but laugh. The pure horror in his voice making it even funnier as they couldn't help but to imagine some tank sized thing rolling up and taking multiple parking spaces, obnoxious music playing through some Walmart parking lot with it's bright display lights blinding everyone. While old ladies cursed them out.
Even the ever serious Fumikage couldn't help but laugh until it hurt at the look on Harrison's face as 'she' described what was clearly a monstrosity to 'her'. He couldn't imagine Harrison riding around in something like that. How would she even get in without a step ladder or something?
"That's awful!" A massive student with strange tentacles attached together to his main arms with thick flaps of skin said, transforming the end of one of them to speak with. His eyes clearly grinning as he quietly laughed. Harrison was still unsure if he had an actual mouth attached to his face as it was covered in a mask...
The boy... more like man's name was Mezo Shoji. Harry wasn't really sure if they were considered anything near friends as the teen had just out of the blue, almost seeming to be without thought, carry his bag 3 days prior for 2 classes and had gotten him lunch just the day before and had even sat with him, talking quietly. The conversation have been pleasant. Did that mean that the other boy had decided that they were to become friends? Harry was afraid it was more a pity thing than anything else, he couldn't stand the thought of it because he really liked him. He hadn't seen him all day though so did that mean that he thought that Harry was simply healthy enough to take care of himself now so he didn't want to be around anymore? Harry really wished that he had socialized more. He had a feeling that he was probably completely inept when it came to such things. Harry forced such thoughts from his head.
"You have no idea." Harry muttered.
"Whaaaaat? No! Tha's totally cool! When I become a pro, I'm totally getting a car like tha'! Chicks dig cool cars, right?! Cool guys have cool cars!" Mineta, a toddler sized boy with purple balls for hair insisted, his tone fierce and almost manic sounding.
"Uhuh... I would probably rethink that... I-My feet don't even reach the floor, I have a step ladder." Harry pointed out.
"You're joking? Green eyes has got to be joking." The electricity using blond, Denki, insisted, joining in on the conversation. His mouth dropped at the red faced dead panned look Harry gave him. "Does your dad have one to?" the boy asked, curious.
"I doubt it, Harrison's father is probably as tall as All Might." Mezo answered.
Fumikage nodded in agreement. "He is." He agreed.
"Wow! Lucky! You have a chance of getting taller!" Mineta pouted.
Harry rubbed the back of his neck. Grimacing at the way his hair polled. He was sure that his dad wouldn't be please if he was no longer wearing the tight do but it was uncomfortable.
"I heard you talking about not getting out much anymore. If you want sometime after school I could take you to see a movie or something. It must be lonely for you to be alone all the time." Mezo said, changing the subject.
Harry let his hair drop, startled. His eyes looking like iridescent green saucers standing out even more as his face became an almost worrying shade of red. "Are-are you sure?" He asked, rubbing at his arm. No one had asked him to do anything with them besides his dad since he had been ripped from his original world.
"Of course. I remember you saying you haven't done more than go to the grocery store and a few local shops since you moved here, you haven't been to the mall right? We could go there to." The muscular boy assured.
"I agree. Such a thing may be enjoyable to do." Fumikage agreed. He couldn't remember the last time he laughed. It was nice. He could also use a new phone. It was apparently not a good idea to have a normal cell phone around Harrison when 'she' was having a panic attack. Apparently 'her' quirk had a tendency to fry electronics. Though he wouldn't tell Harrison that 'she' had accidentally destroyed his phone.
"Yeah-yes, I would really like that, It would be fun!" Harry said after a moment some strange bravery filling his belly. He couldn't remember the last time he was that happy, in such a way before. Excited. He couldn't help but smile as he pushed some pesky hair behind an ear. Did-did he just make friends?
Denki began making concerning chocking noises while Mineta nearly fell out of his chair, squeaking.
Fumikage gave the pair an unimpressed look. Though Harrison did look dramatically different with 'her' hair out of the strange painful looking bun. Gorgeous really, with pitch black nearly mid-back length silken looking ringlets, big stunning poison green eyes, delicate aristocratic looking features and a petite frame. Even so, Fumikage didn't approve of the pair's behavior. Harrison was already self conscious enough and didn't need them making 'her' anymore uncomfortable than she already was. It was disrespectful, especially when displaying such behavior right in front of 'her'. He did admit to himself that if he hadn't already known what Harrison's quirk was or at least the abilities he would have thought it had something to do with charming people with the way that smile made something in his chest skip a beat for a moment.
"Why did you have you're hair like that before? It looks way better down!" Denki asked, sounding near outraged, looking scandalized.
Harry rubbed at his sore scalp. "Dad prefers it that way... something about getting kidnapped or something because of my looks? I'm not really sure what that means but he's pretty paranoid about me so..." Harry shrugged, a small voice in the back of his mind, the trained voice insisted doing such things wasn't lady like, not something that a Heiress was to do. He ignored it.
All four teenage boys sweat dropped at that. Harrison seemed to genuinely be confused. How could someone be that oblivious?
"Is it weird tha' it makes me feel uncomfor'able thinking... you know, those sorts of thoughts now?" Mineta whispered to his counterpart. Sounding half horrified with himself. He felt his blazing cheeks. That smile, wow, Harrison was a different type of attractive. He normally wasn't into girls without a good sized rack but... well 'she' was just-just so-so cute in such an sweet unsure way it felt creepy gawking, which had never happened to him before. And-and a girl actually was having, like a full out conversation with him. No yelling, no slapping. It was totally amazing!
"Y-yeah! I would totally like want to go to the mall or something with you guys!" Mineta finally exclaimed, deciding that it would be a good way to make friends with some cool people.
"I don't know.. I kind of find her too hot to care, even if she is flat chested!" Denki said in a blunt leering manner. Disregarding what his friend had said.
If looks could kill the look Fumikage gave him surely would have killed and dug a grave for Denki all in one go. Mezo didn't looked too pleased himself.
Harry was completely mortified looking. Able to hear every word they had said but decided not to say anything and make it more awkward than it already was.
"Alright students! Sorry for the delay, we had to change what building we were originally going to use as an upper year accidentally nearly demolished it earlier. Now lets suit up! We are going to be practicing battle skills today! It is going to be a weekly thing from now on so I hope you like our little combat game because we are going to be experiencing a lot more of them in the near future!" All Might called to the class, pulling out a tile with the word, 'Battle tactics' on it and held it up for everyone to see. "Now everyone is going to get a partner for this simulation of Heroes Versus Villains!" He announced. Nearly vibrating with excitement himself.
"How do we chose our partner?" Asui, the dark haired frog-like girl asked.
"By drawing lots of course!" The man said, eagerly polling a box from under his podium.
"That doesn't seem like the best way." The girl said. Looking doubtful.
"Well in real life scenarios you don't always get to chose who you team up with, you could have to work with a hero from another agency on the spot." The man explained, making a majority of the students praise his foresight as he dramatically posed, basking in their praise. He was such an amazing teacher! Yeesss!
"Hey, wait, there's 21 of us, how does tha' work?" Mineta pointed out.
"Oh, um, well Harrison hasn't gotten the nurse's permission to join in on the hero class" activities yet so we should have an even number of people." All Might explained. Cringing at the outraged shrieks other students immediately made. Suddenly everyone in the class was yelling questions. All Might recoiled flailing at the noise. "Quiet down, my quirk isn't super hearing! One at a time!" The hero plead.
Harry felt disoriented they were so loud so fast. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the cross eyed feeling and the ringing in his ears. Shouldn't they be relieved that he wasn't going to be allowed to do the activities? They had been just the other day. Still stepping around him like he would fry them to death on a whim. Harry raised his hand at that thought, his quirk crawling under his skin again already. Harry managed to force himself to his feet, the yelling driving him up the wall. "May I please go to the library and work on homework then, if it is not mandatory for me to participate? I would like to be able to use my school time as-as productively as possible." Harry managed to force out, his throat burning. He bit his lip and gripped his arm as his quirk tried to lash out at his stress from even the idea of having to do some sort of scary likely dangerous activity in the future. Even the presence of his father wasn't helping like it normally did. With him in the room Harry rarely had any problems with his quirk.
Harry went so pale, as suddenly everyone paused their outraged squawking and turned to stare at him, that it looked near transparent. He couldn't get himself to look at All Might after that, able to feel his startled upset gaze on him. Harrison shoved everything in his bag as quickly as possible cringing ever so slightly as he tossed his bag over his shoulder before booking it to the door. His quirk feeling like an agitated snake under his skin, stinging his hip as it curled its way through and over still sensitive healing nerves.
"Now lets not come to conclusions young Yagi! Just because I didn't say anything doesn't mean that the question was a yes. I was just startled by the question. I never expected someone not to want to at the very least be able to watch. Please have a seat." All Might finally said, just as Harrison made it to the door.
Harry stood frozen. Humiliated, as a few of the students in the back either snickered or whispered to each other. His quirk wanted to lash out, to hurt them. He wanted to wipe the amused smiles off of their faces at his expense be-because it hurt something inside of him. Squeezed something in his chest in such a wounding way that it took everything that he was not to break down in front of everyone and cry. He-he couldn't do this, he wasn't brave... he wasn't anything anyone needed in a hero. His father told him that the best heroes were kind and were able to always keep a smile on their face. They made people feel safe. Harrison had never made anyone feel that way, he was sure. being kind, lots of people were nice that didn't make them a hero. You had to be a special type of person to be a hero, one had to be born with a certain set of traits and he didn't have them. Unlike his father... Or even Midorya...
Harry needed to leave. To get away from everyone. Why did he ever even think that it could work? That he could make friends and that he actually had a chance in this class? No he needed to-to he didn't know, march down to that principal's office and explain to him? Explain that he couldn't do it. He didn't have what it took and that he needed to be moved to a normal class with normal prep school expectations? He was probably more likely to get kicked out than anything if he were to do that but at least he wouldn't have-have people giving him those looks anymore. Like he was a Boggart or something! And he... He wouldn't have to be afraid of his quirk hurting someone anymore. He could sit in his room and look out the widow like before. Isolate himself so there was no chance that his quirk would act out again. It was his quirk's fault all it's fault!
The staring, the other people, caused his quirk to constantly be on high alert and his skin crawl with the feeling of it, fighting it. Less than a full school week and Harrison was utterly exhausted from trying to keep his quirk in line. He couldn't even keep his head on straight at the thought of using his quirk for a school exercise. He-he couldn't even look at his father, too embarrassed by his utter inadequacy. All Might was lying. He was allowed to go back to the class, no restrictions. It was recommend that he simply be careful. His father was covering for him but somehow that felt worse. He couldn't be in there. He-he-
"I think... we need a minute."
Harry looked up, eyes wide and shining with unshed tears.
End Chapter 3
So here is the third chapter I actually ended up adding nearly another 1000 words to it. Sorry it ended kind of in a depressing way. After this chapter everything starts getting much more uplifting and happy though. Harry is going to be forced to start dealing with his issues.
Any guesses on who was speaking? Any idea who is going to be Harry's best friend yet? I still haven't started the next chapter of this so if you think it should be a particular person you still have time to convince me of who you think it should be!
Anyway, I still have the art contest open on both my facebook and on my deviantart which the deviantart is under the name Yuvush. I have started to do some basic drawings for this story and for a spin off story idea I have for this one. It would be of 'what if' scenarios and it would have Harry with several different characters, each one depending on the scenario that happened. Everyone would have to ask my OC a question and he would show them what would happen if they did what ever it is they ask him about. His quirk works best with matchmaking. Anyway just an idea.
You can find me on facebook under this name, on deviantart(Taking commissions as I am poor and can't find a job and am heading to art school in the fall :D) and also I am starting to figure out Instagram so yeah, on there to yay! I am happy to talk, answer questions, and I also draw fanart for my stuff a lot so you can see my stuff. I am also making concept art for my future manga and after updating a couple of my stories I plan to start drawing a rough draft of what I have on paper, digitally, then to post it. I also have a couple chapters up of a completed original book of mine if you want to read it. Would love some critics for it! I'm all about improving!
Please review! It really helps motivate me and also I often times get really good ideas from suggestions and things in reviews, I have actually gotten ideas for creating new stories and things from reviews!
Next Chapter hint: A real Friend, Crushes of an Unlikely Nature, and Facing Fears Unwillingly