So here is the newest chapter! Sorry for taking so long I have been ridiculously busy! Got some downtime now as I was forced to quick my job after going into anaphylactic shock from the all purpose spray. Before then I had no idea I had such an allergy. This chapter ended up being 7098 words without author's notes. Sorry If the chapter isn't perfect!
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Harry's eyes widened as he felt a firm hand grab his shouldered, snapping him out of his downward spiral. He nearly gasped at the sensation, like he was being drug back into his own body. He turned and froze with wide eyes. Fumikage, the birdheaded boy's hand was firmly wrapped around his shoulder.
He guided Harry from the room. Feeling the need to calm Harry.
"You need to settle yourself. You are making yourself panic again. I feel that you doubt yourself too much!" The boy said, carefully covering Harrison's eyes with his hand. Hoping that he hadn't overstepped a boundary. Feeling Harry begin to relax, the hairs on his arms no longer standing on end. Fumikage couldn't help but feel protective. A kinship with this person soothed by the dark, just like him. "Are you calmer now?" Fumikage asked. Pretending that he didn't see the embarrassed tears forcing themselves out of poison green eyes as he slowly pulled his hand away.
"Y-yes." Harry whispered. Shame making his cheeks burn.
"Good." Fumikage said, giving Harry a small smile. Pretending he didn't notice the blush on the other's cheeks. "Come, let us return to class." Fumikage said. Frowning when Harry froze.
"I-I can't. I can't fight." Harry insisted, attempting to smooth his hair.
"I am not pushing you but... How do you expect to learn how to control your quirk if you do not use it? Even I have trouble controlling dark shadow sometimes and I use him just about everyday. Your quirk doesn't seem sentient to me, more like primal part of you connected to emotions... But even so quirks like yours and mine must be respected and must not be feared or allowed to run out of control because... if we were to allow such a thing to happen then eventually they would take over use as well and... become us. To lose ones fear one must push themselves." Fumikage stated. A hesitant look crossing his face for a moment. "I-I do not wish for you to have such a thing happen to you." Fumikage let out a breath and held out his hand. "I would very much like to be your friend actually." The crow headed boy said, looking away almost shyly, holding out a hand.
"R-Really with me?" Harry asked disbelievingly. Eyes wide and once again glistening. A friend? Someone actually wanted to-to be his friend? Such happiness swelled his chest he couldn't remember the last time that he felt so strongly. Harry couldn't help but give the boy a blinding smile. Tears wanting to flood from his eyes at how emotional he was feeling in that moment.
The boy nodded. Upset with the tone the other used, like 'she' thought he may be tricking 'her'. No he would never do something so cruel. Did Harrison really think so poorly of 'herself'? Fumikage went wide eyed as instead of shaking his hand Harrison lunge forward unable to keep himself from hugging the other boy.
The crow headed boy couldn't help but to relax into the touch at the contented delighted feeling that Dark Shadow was emitting at touch. It was confusing that his shadow was so happy nearly buzzing in excitement. He smiled, oh, two akin with the dark. What a terrible duo they could become.
Fumikage tentatively put a hand on top of Harrison's head, afraid the gesture may seem too intrusive and familiar acting to the other. He himself wasn't the touchy feelie sort and was surprised by his own behavior.
Fumikage barely managed to hold back a noise of surprise at the luxurious softness of the other's hair. Like the softest silkiest feathers or fleece. Softer than anything that Fumikage had ever felt. A flush warmed his cheeks. It felt so nice if he allowed himself he could pet it for hours! Embarrassment rushed through him at the thought. He forced his hand away from the head of the nearly purring 'girl', stepping back in attempt to compose himself. "Come let us go back inside before they send someone to search for us." He said, possibly teasingly.
Harry grimaced but followed it would be even more embarrassing if his dad sent everyone out looking for him and he was sure that he would. The man definitely had a tendency to way over react when it came to him. He was sure the man would completely spaz out if he didn't show up soon. For being depicted as this big strong icon of peace and manliness he was quite the mother hen when it came to Harry.
Unsurprisingly, the man instantly darted to the back of the room sweating and nearly shaking in distress, a large shaky smile on his face. "You returned! Good decision, let's all get suited up then!" All Might cheerfully yelled, making the rest of the class break out into excited murmuring and cheering before they could begin to congregate around Harrison.
"Please don't do that again! You really worried me!" All Might plead, conspicuously whispering to his son.
Harry blushed, guilty tears weld up in his eyes. "I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean it!" Harry stuttered through squeaky lungs. He hated upsetting him.
"Harri-Harry, come we will be the last to get ours on if we don't hurry." Fumikage insisted. Feeling rather awkward.
"Okay. But I don't have a costume." Harry said. Trying to completely focus on the other boy and not his father. He was afraid if he didn't he would burst out in tears.
"You-you do not have a costume?" Fumikage exclaimed more surprised at his own surprise than the fact that Harrison didn't have a costume.
"Umhum, it isn't like I thought I was going to need one or anything. I'm going to use my Gym uniform. That should be fine right?" Harry asked.
"I would think so." Fumikage agreed.
"Okay." Harry said, a sick feeling stirring in his stomach and he pulled his uniform from his very own sliding rack.
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"Alright since Harrison is going to participate I need to figure out how we are going to split up the teams. First off any volunteers?" All Might asked. Twitching a little as only two hands went up.
"Me! I WILL team up with her!" Bakugou insisted, a look like a raging beast on his face.
"Yeah... Anyone else?" All Might asked cringing. Though he had trouble holding back a laugh as what Bakugou referred to his son as registered.
"If it is okay with my partner I would be willing to team up with her." Mezo said.
"Very kind of you! Alright you too will be paired together!" All Might said, giving the pair a thumbs up, nearly gushing in happiness for his Harrison. Though he had only known the boy for a short time he had been nothing but respectful and chivalrous.
Fumikage grimaced, as Bakugou nearly throthed at the mouth beside him and the others muttered fearfully. Just as he was about to call out Kirishima raised his hands. "I'll team up with them! I practically turn to stone so Fluffy's quirk shouldn't be able to do much to me, right?" The boy said cheerfully grinning.
All Might twitched, "I'm pretty sure that isn't true but yes, lets go with that!" The man hesitantly exclaimed, giving the eager red head a thumbs up, laughing awkwardly, remembering the horrific pain he had been in the few times his son's quirk got a hold of him.
The enthusiastic red head whooped, ignoring the promise of a painful death from his explosive friend even at the boy's dangerous hisses of "shitty-hair" as if it were a vile curse.
"Alright well, since we are going to be doing this I am going to add young Todoruki and Sero as there own team." All Might drew a lot. "Team B, consisting of Harrison, Young Mr. Mezo, and our young Kirishima will be.. What? Villains? Um, they will be villains for this exercise that means our new team J will be heros! Now our first team up is Team D, Bakugou and Tenya, versus Team A, Midoriya and Ochako... Team D will be villains while Team A will be the heros!
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Harry wasn't so sure he wanted to try after seeing the fight between Bakugou and Izuku. That was beyond scary!
"Come on! Settle down, this is going to be great!" Kirishima insisted. Nearly knocking Harry to the ground as he clapped him on the back.
"I don't know... I'm going to be totally useless... I-I don't have good quirks like the both of you! My quirk... It always ends up hurting someone or destroying something..." Harry muttered, fidgeting.
"Nonsense! It's because you keep putting yourself down! You have to be confident! Believe in yourself, I promise, you do that and you will get way more control! I believe in you!" Kirishima insisted, grinning.
T-two people in one day. Harry could hardly force back his tears. He fiercely rubbed at his eyes. "I-I've got an idea." Harry managed to squeak out.
"Huh?"
"It's just... That stack of rubber mats over there... Um... Well.. If we took the doors off of the lockers and laid them out on the floor all around the bomb..." Harry paused for a moment unsure of himself.
"Yeah, go on!" Kirishima encouraged, attentive.
Mezo nodded.
"Oh, well then we could use the rubber mats to protect the both of you and... and maybe direct my quirk and-and use it to guard the bomb!" Harry finished, convinced his idea would be considered stupid.
"That is a well thought out plan." Mezo praised.
"Yeah! That will definitely work!" Kirishima exclaimed.
"R-really? It's.. a good idea?" Harry asked.
"It's amazing! You did good!" Kirishima insisted, pulling Harry into a bear hug. Making Harry blush bright red at being smushed up against the boy's naked chest.
"I will start collecting the metal." Mezo said.
"Yeah! I'll get the mats all ready!" Kirishima enthusiastically cheered.
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"Come on Harry!" Kirishima said, eagerly jogging beside the boy. Mezo had directed them to trap 2. The spiky haired boy firmly planted his feet on the mat placed at the end of the hallway. Waiting just a moment before pulling the long piece of rubber Mezo had put down with all of his might. He grinned as Todoroki stepped onto metal even as it instantly began to freeze around him. "You can do it!" Kirishima insisted when he realized Harry had frozen up.
"O-okay!" Harry agreed shaking, he-he could do this he could! Confidence-confidence-confidence. Harry forced his eyes shut as he let his quirk slither out. Grimacing in discomfort as he tried to wrestle it. The strange endorphic feeling flowed through him as his quirk surged from his body making him feel swimmy and powerful.
A noise like shattering glass filled Harry's ears and then a set of terrible screams making Harrison's eyes spring open. He-couldn't he couldn't! They-they were going to die! What was he thinking? He needed to stop stop stop! This needed to stop! No more! No-No more. What? No-no more screaming?
Harry pealed his eyes open. Startled when he realized he was no longer electrocuting the pair. An odd frustration began to build, just under his skin though, itching him. "Are-are they okay?" Harry managed to croak. Beginning to feel strangely jittery.
"Yeah, I think so." Kirishima said. Looking at his friend and Todoruki in concern. Turning to look at his partner to give 'her' a reassuring smile. Kirishima was instantly on his feet, pale. "What the-"
Ugh too much! Crawling everywhere. Harry shuddered, trembling in discomfort as his quirk reacted like an angry undisciplined child, trying its best to lash out. Harry wasn't sure how much longer he could last as the odd need to yell and scream and rage began to cloud him, the need to hurt something. Harry twisted around and without thought, aimed a punch at the wall behind him. Coppery taste filled his mouth as an odd pain filled his jaw. The wall exploded outward as green light tore through it like a raging animal forcing that endorphic thrill to slither through Harry again, making him feel almost lightheaded and giddy. The fear that was normally nearly all consuming wasn't chocking him like it usually did every minute of every day. This... This felt good the slightest relief. And frustrating and terrifying. The rubber it was... restricting. Choking.
"W-what are you doing? Stop!" Kirishima called, grabbing the pair still laying, groaning on the locker doors.
Harry didn't even hear what the boy had said. Instead his entire focus was to get the burning cuffs off of his wrist and from around his neck. Aggressively yanked at the make shift rubber cuffs Mezo and Kirishima had taped to him. Hissing as his quirk writhed sickeningly, making him feel like he was going to boil alive. He dug his nails into the tape around his waist. He needed to get it off! He felt like he was going to explode! Harry's eyes flashed to the ground. Rubber. Kirishima must have pulled him onto the mat. He couldn't take it he needed to get off, he needed to! Terror gradually began to crush him as his quirk frantically twisted and writhed inside of him. His brain becoming foggy. Kirishima's nervous worried look twisted into something sinister. Terrible. Mocking. Like he found Harrison's fear and discomfort to be amusing. Harry trembled. Whimpering in the back of his throat as the fear continued to get worse.
He was suddenly on the ground. Held down by massive hands. Too much too much! Harry was pulled close. Held in a tight grip. Gradually the fog left him and the stomach churning panic and writhing calmed and-and he was okay. Everything was okay. Though he felt drained... not like he normally did after losing control of his quirk though. No, more like emotionally and mentally drained.
Toshinori held his Harrison close. Putting constant pressure on him as he held him. Remembering how it calmed him, uncaring if his students saw. The man felt so proud. Even though Harrison had been clearly afraid he-he had finally gained some semblance of control even if for a short time. Maybe... this class was good for him. He was sure that Harrison would still feel guilty though. For hurting those boys, even then the pair had ended up in surprisingly good condition.
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"Hey! Harry! We brought snacks, wake up!" Kirishima excitedly demanded.
"Shut up shitty hair! That quirk of her's fucks her up for a while when it's gotten out of control!" Bakugou growled.
"Yeah, but it didn't get out of control!" Kirishima pointed out.
"Because blowing up a wall isn't out of control.~" Denki muttered, yelping as Kirishima noogied him.
"Don't say that! She did good!" Kirishima insisted.
"Could you keep it down?" Toshinori politely inquired, a shake in one hand and a bento in the other.
Bakugou scuffed as the skeletal man took a seat next to Harrison. "What ever." He grumbled. Grouchily pulling up a seat on the other side.
"Um, who are you?" Kirishima asked. Denki looking mildly creeped out and curious next to him.
"He's just Harrison's old man." Bakugou muttered. Getting an unimpressed look from the man.
"Oh, wow! My name's Kirishima Eijue nice to meet you sir!" Kirishima introduced himself looking very much like an enthusiastic puppy.
"Yagi Toshinori." Toshinori said, smiling at the boy.
"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked. Groggy feeling and sounding.
"Snacks man! Your quirk makes you hungry and have low blood sugar right?" Kirishima pointed out.
"Umhum. I-I don't feel as bad as normal though." Harry said, his face twisting up in confusion. He still felt bad but not like he was starving and dying like normal. What the? How? Harry sat up, rubbing at his face.
"That is because I managed to calm you down before your quirk got completely out of control." Toshinori explained, combing a massive hand absently through Harry's hair.
"Here!" Bakugou said, nearly knocking Harry back down as he shoved a mammoth sized piece of strawberry shortcake at him. Cheeks bright red.
"Oh, thank you!" Harry said, smiling sweetly at the other in such a way that made him feel like his head was going to explode off of his body at the shear radiance of it. Bakugou quickly nodded, looking away, face bright red.
Toshinori felt faint, barely able to keep himself from coughing up blood from the shear horror that filled him at the sight of his sweet oblivious child practically inviting the other boy to molest him!
"Don't forget us! I got you some chips, and a box of pocky, and a brownie, and one of those strawberry turnover things you like!" Kirishima said. Dumping bags and containers all over the overwhelmed boy.
"I got you some skittles, and a bag of chocolate." Denki added.
"Mezo and I have also gotten some things to help you replenish your energy and sugar levels." Fumikage said, walking through the door, the much larger student only strides behind him.
"Unlike them, I have gotten you something healthy with natural sugars. A fresh fruit salad with two different kinds of apples, what I believe to be your favorite fruit, strawberries, peaches, and blueberries. I would have had them add some sort of nuts for protein but I was unsure if you were allergic or not." Fumikage explained.
"I got you a strawberry smoothie and some steak teriyaki." Mezo pointed out, holding both things out.
Harry felt completely overwhelmed. So much, he couldn't finish all of that! Harry was certain!
"Thank you so much! I-I really appreciate your kind thoughts!" Harry managed to croak. Feeling nearly faint from the attention he was receiving.
"Of course man!" Kirishima grinned, giving the smaller boy a cheerful thumbs up.
"There is no need to thank us for such a reason." Fumikage insisted.
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A few days later Harry felt good as new... at least physically. Though the group that had come to follow him around didn't seem to be convinced. Insistently attempting to get him to eat snacks near constantly and trying to carry everything for him. Even trying to carry him around in their enthusiasm sometimes. Although they were nice Harry almost wished they would lose interest in him.. At least a majority of them. Even so he was quickly beginning to adore Fumikage and Mezo and was even growing attached to Kirishima with his happy go lucky attitude and kind though odd personality. He reminded him of Murus.
"We should all really do something cool together!" Kirishima said.
"Well we already plan on going to the mall soon." Mezo explained, pausing for a moment at trying to practically force feed Harry with one of his arms as he adjusted the smaller boy's backpack he had insisted on carrying with the other. Making Harry blush a brilliant red.
No one seemed to notice Bakugou straying a little behind, his face twisted up in jealous rage.
"No, no! Like manly bonding!" The red head insisted.
"Well... We could..-" Harry Shrieked as a hand suddenly clamped onto him, dragging him away from his friends.
"What the fuck?" Bakugou growled. Ready to attack who ever snatched his Harrison.
"You aren't going anywhere. I have asked you repeatedly, politely, to stay after school so I can talk to you and you have ignored me everytime. We are going to have a talk." Aizawa insisted Harrison's wrist firmly in his hand. "Now all of you move along." The man demanded.
"What but!"
"Now." Aizawa growled giving no room for argument. Only allowing Harrison his arm back long enough to grab his book bag from his friend.
Once the group left Aizawa focused on his charge. "Now... Who are you staying with while... Your... father is gone?"
"N-noone. It's okay though, I'm use to it." Harry said. Wishing that he was anywhere but there.
Aizawa rubbed his eyes. "That isn't going to be happening anymore.. Period..." Aizawa said suddenly flipping Harry's hand and jabbing a finger forcing a few of the drops of crimson that resulted to drip onto a strip of paper. He then placed it in a hand held machine.
"Ow! Why did you do that?" Harry grumbled.
"Checking your blood sugar levels as no one seems to have thought to monitor them. Your hands are shaky indicating that you were likely experiencing low blood sugar which I am assuming is why those four kept on insisting that you eat." The man looked down at the device when it began to beep. "72. You need to eat something immediately. Your blood sugar is low it is especially dangerous with the effects of your quirk." The man said. Leaving no room for any kind of argument."Come on, lets get you home so we can get something to eat." The man pulled a small pouch of what looked to be trail-mix from his pocket and handed it to Harry. "Eat that to tide you over." Aizawa commanded.
Harry was unsure what to do except for simply obeying the man. He was so confused he had no idea what to do or how to even react he simply listened. Not wanting a reason to have to talk. The only thing that he knew the man would want to talk about was... uncomfortable and that was putting it mildly. Very mildly. Harry in truth would much rather do just about anything else than to have to speak with the man about what ever it was that he was going to have a... little chat about. "This way sir." Harry managed to eep out, doing his best to ignore the raised eyebrow he was sure to get.
After nearly 25 minutes of walking Aizawa stopped. "This is ridiculous. We're getting onto a train." The man grumbled.
"I-but... I always walk home. It's really not a bother!" Harry said, a little too insistently for Aizawa's liking. Though he was already certain that Harrison was avoiding another fear of his. Crowds and hectic environments.
"We are not walking another 45 minutes just because you want to avoid the things that make you uncomfortable." Aizawa said, giving Harry a pointed look. "Toshinori's avoiding everything that stresses you out has actually been a determent to you and your health in all ways possible. Mentally, emotionally, and physically. Unlike him, I'm going to begin to start making you face things that you fear. I mean.. This is ridiculous how out of hand your behaviors have been allowed to become." The man insisted. Nearly having to drag the boy with him to the trains.
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Thankfully it didn't seem that a huge amount of people were at the train at the time and they were able to ride it without too much hassle. Even still, the man had to calmly talk to Harry the entire time trying to keep him from having a full out panic attack as his eyes became glassy and edged with terror. It worried Aizawa. Harrison's irrational fears were at a level that it was practically a determent to living. He was definitely going to have to have a talk with the All Mighty oaf. The man wasn't being a good parent. Truthfully he felt that the man was to the point of being neglectful at best. Ridiculous.
Aizawa had to help Harry from his seat. The boy was so frightened he had frozen up with fear. Completely stiff in his seat, looking ready to vomit by the end of their 10 minute ride.
"Come on, your alive." Aizawa encouraged gruffly. Dragging the boy from the train as quickly as he could. The man was doing his best to pretend he didn't notice his hair on the back of his neck standing on end, nor that he had seen the telltale involuntary spazms seizing up Harrison's hands. He was certain if he made a big deal out of it than Harrison would obsess on it and make his quirk act up even worse.
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"So this is All Might's house?" Aizawa muttered. Giving the bright, shiny hardwood floored living room a dull appraising look.
"Yes... Sir." Harry squeaked, sliding on a pair of grippy slippers. He immediately darted to the far end of the room to the large open kitchen area.
"What are you doing? Go sit down before you pass out." Aizawa ordered. following him. The man grimaced at the various pies and cakes and other desserts sitting everywhere, piled high on nearly every surface but hardly a single one with more than a sliver ate out of them.
"I... We have some cake... I could just eat some of that.. Do you want some?" Harry asked awkwardly, fidgeting.
The black haired man pointedly ignored him, opened the refrigerator, and found himself even less impressed. Puddings, jellos, custardy desserts, and take out cartons were stacked neatly in nearly every inch of the appliance. The only other things that he was able to find were a couple of eggs, a 4th a jug of milk, 2 sticks of butter, some ketchup, old half eaten rice, and an orange. The freezer also was filled with dessert items and a single package of hot dogs.
"What is all of this?" Aizawa hissed, practically burning holes into Harrison. Displeasure clearly curled the man's lips.
"Food?" Harrison answered confused and anxious.
"You don't have a single acceptable thing to eat! No wonder the both of you are always so ill! All you ever eat is junk!" The man snorted. The idiot obviously had no idea how to take care of himself let alone a child! How in the hell did he even manage to be allowed to adopt a child? This had to stop. They would not be eating like that any longer. He obviously had to take care of his student as Toshinori wasn't capable. He pause for only a moment cringing at the surge of paternal emotions eating at him. The hero immediately grabbed the trash bin and began throwing whole containers out ignoring Harrison's horrified shouts.
"From now on you will be following a strict balanced diet. No pastries, no pies, or cakes, except for possibly once every other week. You will begin to carry those glucose tablets with you like you were supposed to do in the first place and I will be testing your blood at least daily as your father can't seem to get it through that thick skull of his how dangerous your quirk is to your body without you even having to go into a full out panic attack." The dry eyed man growled. Ignoring the stricken look on his self appointed charge's face.
"I just baked some of those!" Harry whined.
"Yeah, and more than half of this stuff has gone bad and is bad for you!" The man countered, tossing a particularly smelly box of what may have once been some sort of vegetable and rice dish into the overflowing trash can. Watching as Harrison turned gray and held his nose... Huh..
After stripping both the freezer and the refrigerator of practically every last thing in them the man began going through cabinets and collected all the snacks. Tossing them in a garbage bag, completely ignoring Harrison's desperate protests. "This is for your own good, stop complaining!" He grumbled. After that Aizawa pulled out a cell phone and began to dial. "Ugh, I really didn't want to have to do this but... Groceries." The man muttered to himself.
"Yo! My man! What'cha doing?" A loud excitable voice blared into the room. Aizawa didn't even pull his ear away from the speaker, so used to the ridiculous loudness of his friend. Even so, the grouchy black haired man wandered away a bit.
Harrison of course took the opportunity to cut himself a large slice of cake.
"Don't even think about it! Give me that!" The man barked. One hand held out and the other still holding the phone.
"N-no! You can't just come into someone's house and-and tell them what to do!" Harry managed to squeak.
"Harrison." The man stressed, narrowing his eyes. "Give me it now."
"NO! I made it!" Harry insisted. "I need sugar!" He admitted, feeling his body shake with every movement he made.
"Then eat the orange!" Aizawa ordered.
"You threw it out!" Harry countered.
"You are behaving irrationally and being controlled by imbalances in your body. Toshinori should have never allowed you to even begin to eat processed sugars unless absolutely necessary." The man said, darting over to snatch the plate from Harry. He growled when Harrison some how managed to get himself on the other side of the island. "Don't you dare." The man said, giving Harrison a withering look that had him freeze up. The man immediately grabbed the plate. Giving him a approving look. "Now eat these, we have to detox you." The man said, handing Harry a baggy of apple slices.
Harry stared at them than up at the man still holding the phone. He was confused on how the man even got any. Harrison couldn't help but feel an irrational annoyance fill him as his body continued to tremble. His quirk slithering faintly under his skin.
"Hey man still there?" The familiar voice on the phone asked.
"Yes, I'm still here." Aizawa grumbled.
"Me to, didn't know the guy lived so close by! We could have been hanging out for the last several months!" The man said, sounding almost like he was pouting.
Harry jumped, as he swore he heard the man, not just on the phone but actually there, in real life.
"Hey! Knock Knock my man!" The voice of the man on the phone boomed, followed by the clicking of boots.
"Hizashi." Aizawa said, clicking off his phone.
"Oh! You didn't tell me the cake looked so good!" Mic said, grabbing the plate from his friend's hand and digging in. "You have to try this man! It's amazing!"
"Eat your apple slices before we get going." Aizawa ordered, sitting on stool next to his friend and seemingly out of nowhere pulling out a drinkable applesauce pouch.
Harry couldn't remember the last time he felt so conflicted and upset... and confuse. Where was Aizawa magicing all of this stuff from? Harry reluctantly ate the slices. Watching Present Mic with envy. He was definitely going to be calling his dad once he got the chance. This was ridiculous. Mr. Aizawa had obviously gone crazy!
"So we going to get a goin'?" Hizashi asked after polishing off another piece of cake. Feeling a little unnerved by the oddly intense look he was receiving from his sweetest and most docile student. He swore he was getting a bit of a kill vibe from the kid. Weird.
"Yes, let's get this done before it gets any later." Aizawa agreed before standing and making his way to the door with his friend. Almost confused acting when he realized Harrison wasn't following him. He walked back, looking down at his student expectantly. "Come on. We don't have all day, don't you want to eat tonight?" The man said. Herding his confused student to the door.
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Grocery shopping with the both men had been an... experience. Definitely an experience. Harry was unsure how else to describe it. He himself was happy to have been given his own money by his father as he was able to wonder off and hide some candybars away.
Aizawa had discovered Toshinori's bank card while cleaning the kitchen and had decided to use that to buy food as according to him, he was babysitting his kid. After that the man splurged on good fresh lean meats, spices, veggies, fruits, and a literal case of his favorite pouched Applesauce.
All Mic got was some stuff to make s'mores, a frozen pizza and a pallet of insta-cheesy rice bowls.
After that the three came back to the house and Aizawa put everything away, reorganizing everything in a way he thought more logical. Why would they have all of the plates and things so high? It was utterly ridiculous with how short Harrison was, he obviously had to climb on the counter or something just to get to it. He then scrolled through his phone to find a simple to follow recipe, ignoring Harrison's suggestion to just let him cook.
The food was good. Better than the man expected even with the fresh ingredients. Aizawa wasn't a bad cook by any means but he wasn't the best either. He was a bit above average in his opinion, he was sure he would have been better if he did it much. He found it both interesting and a bit desturbing how bloody his student liked the beef steak he had used. The way his teeth seemed to cut through it like warm butter. He was sure a bite from them could take quite the chunk out of someone. He would have to remember that for later.
"Well I better get going my dudes. Gotta get some sweet shut eye before my show tomor~row." Mic said, stacking the cakes he had convinced his friend to let him take and headed to the door. Pretending he didn't here the animal like growl the kid made at the sight of his delicious cakes being carried off before he could even get a single bite out of them.
"See, now you don't have to be distracted by them and they won't go to waste." Aizawa said. Like simply getting rid of them would make everything better.
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Harry could hardly even think straight he was so... upset. The man, his teacher, telling him what he could and couldn't do, managing him like he was his keeper. Giving away his cakes. And yet he felt compelled to obey. He listened as the exhausted man told him to go get ready for bed and felt an odd relief when he said he wasn't leaving... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have him around until his dad got back. He.. Actually felt safer. Being alone... it was always a horrible experience... But he... Harry always put a smile on his face like his dad. And it kind of sometimes took the edge off.. Sometimes...
Harrison even fell asleep. It was nice.
Aizawa stayed up a good portion of the night meticulously writing. When he finally went to sleep he nearly immediately was woke by a startled scream followed by an explosion that rattled the entire house. The man was immediately on his feet, capture scarf in hand as he ran to the bathroom. The door had been launched into the wall and well... the outside wall for the bathroom was just... gone. There was nothing left at all. Harrison stood near the edge looking both terrified and horrified. "What happened?" The man asked, trying to sound calm as possible with the boy in such a state.
All Harrison managed to do was make a fearful squeak as he pointed to the corner. Ozone smelling green lightning aggressively lashing out all around him.
Sweat began to run down the Eraser quirk hero's brow. Frantically hopping around was probably the largest spider he had ever seen in his life... It was holding a knife. "What?" Was all he managed to say.
"I will have my vengeance! It doesn't matter how many times I have to come back, it will happen!" The creature chittered in a grating screechy voice, throwing the rubber floor mat over itself before jumping from the building.
Harrison trembled, wide eyed.
"You need to calm down." Aizawa cautioned, trying his best not to react once he noticed the red trickling from his student's neck... A lot of red. He himself was still unbelievably confused and more than a little disturbed but he wasn't about to allow his student to know that.
It took some time but Aizawa managed to settle Harrison down. He still found it interesting how even panicked his student had been more lucid and his ability less violent. After that he carefully tended to the knife wound on Harrison's neck and went out to search for the creature for a bit. It of course was long gone. Aizawa did his best to repair the door on the bathroom and to barricade it before deciding to report it in the morning. Separation was not an option at that point. He would not risk any harm coming to his student. Instead Aizawa blew up an air mattress for Harrison and once again took the couch, curled up in his favorite yellow sleeping bag.
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A delicious smell began to filter into the Erasing hero's nose, slowly rousing him into wakefulness. He sat up. Yawning, exhaustedly. The man pulled his eye drops from his pocket and dripped some of the liquid into his eyes. Letting out a relieved breath as the irritating burning eased up a bit. The man draped his sleeping bag over his shoulders like a cape, running his a hand through his wild looking hair.
The moment he sat down Harry was sitting a plate laden in eggs, seasoned chicken, and pancakes in front of him.
"Thank you." The man said, eyeing the pancakes. He must have forgotten to get rid of the mix. Oh well, he would allow it to slip this once.
"Of course!" Harry said, smiling. He hoped it turned out alright he had never made anything like that before with chicken. He really wished the man had let him get some decent bacon. His father only ever got actual pig bacon, not turkey, insisted that the alternative was an abomination of all that was good in the world. Harry had no interest in eating something that horrifyingly disgusting to his dad.
"What is this?" Aizawa asked... but didn't. Harry paled as the man pulled the chocolate moose sauce he had been in the middle of chilling. Looking at him with clear unhappiness and disappointment. Harry wasn't a liar. He wasn't just terrible at the act of lying itself he felt physically sick doing it.. Or at least when it came to direct things like that. So instead like he usually did he stayed quiet. Biting his tongue to try his best to hold back his need to appease the intensely glaring man.
"We are going to talk about this. I won't give in." The man promised. He wasn't Toshinori, he wouldn't just let everything slide because he didn't want to upset his child. The man couldn't seem to get that he was destroying his kid. He wasn't giving Harrison an anchor or confidence he was smashing him to bits! It drove him crazy watching Harrison. He had so much potential and at the rate he was going at he would end up some terrified recluse only leaving his home when groceries were shipped to his door. It angered him.
The man put more work into his protegee, guiding him, than his own adoptive kid. He still couldn't understand how the moron had been chosen over himself other than with his fame. All Toshinori did was damage him worse.
"I-I just wanted some. I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done it but I just wanted it so bad and Dad gave me money! Please don't throw it away!" Harry finally admitted, giving the man his full powered puppy dog eyes. The last time he had done that Toshinori had quite literally crumpled to the ground holding his chest and wheezed at the absolute cuteness overload. Harry nearly had to call an ambulance for the man as he gasped for air.
Aizawa narrowed his eyes, looking nearly blinded. Stomping down the need to submit to the adorableness of the shining eyes that reminded him so much of the luminescent adorableness of a needy helpless kitten. "Thank you for telling me the truth. Now hand the rest of it over." The man couldn't help but smirk at the flabbergasted look on his charge's face. He obviously wasn't expecting him to not give in to him. "You fight me on this and you won't like the consequences." He warned.
Harry made a pethetic put out noise but was quick to comply. He really didn't want to argue anymore. It was easier this way.
"Good. I'll let you eat a spoonful after breakfast for complying with me and being truthful." Aizawa said, tone pleased. Just because he was happy with his charge didn't mean he wasn't going to search the house high and low for more candy stashes though.
"You know," The man began after the pair sat down to eat, a jar of sugar free jam in his hand. "I'm only doing this because I care about your well being. Even when I kept calling you in after class it wasn't to be mean or to punish you but to make sure you were okay." He said. Forcing himself not to mention how Toshinori had insisted that he had no reason to keep him after and didn't even try to encourage Harrison to stay.
"Yeah..." Harry mumbled, still confused as to why the man was suddenly so obsessed. He went wide eyed, nearly falling out of his chair as the man put up his hair.
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A kind but stern smiling face flashed through Harry's mind, messy jet black hair in a ponytail."I want to help you! I'm good at cooking!" Harry insisted.
"Okay, as long as you're careful. I don't want you getting hurt." The man insisted.
"I promise to be careful Mr. Shouta." Harry promised.
"Then we can have some apple sauce for dessert." The man said, raising an unimpressed eyebrow when Harry made a pathetic groan. "Remember I'm only looking out for your well-being. Processed sugars are more likely to cause an imbalance in your system." The man insisted. Grinning as Harrison nodded in agreement.
"That's-that's logical I guess." Harry relented. The man practically beamed at what Harrison said, looking like a proud parent.
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"Mr. S-Shouta? I-is that why you smell...why you sound so familiar?" Harry stuttered, pale as a ghost.
The man gave Harrison a startled look. His face slowly twisting into a sad smile. "Finally remembered me?"
Harry couldn't help but to burts into tears. "Y-yes! Why didn't you say-say any-anything?"
"I'm just the guy that had you for a couple of months." The man said, a clear painful smile on his face.
End Chapter 4
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