So next chapter finally done.
It is actually part of a much longer chapter but I decided to cut it in half. Partially because I am unsure of if I am going to rewrite it for a 5th time or if I am going to keep the chapter as it is. I plan to post the second chapter on facebook either tonight or tomorrow and see what you guys think of it. If liked I should have the next chapter on here and AO3 around Sunday or Monday.
Start Chapter 6
"Why is your hair up like that? Come here, that's ridiculously tight." Aizawa grumbled. Undoing Harrison's elderly nun style bun.
"Dad doesn't like when I have my hair down."
"Well I really don't care what he thinks." The man said. Putting Harrison's hair up in a messy much looser bun. "How does that feel?" Aizawa asked.
"Much better!" Harry said. Mood lightening up a little even as his head continued to pound from withdrawal.
"Good, now don't forget your lunch." Aizawa said, stuffing the bag into Harrison's back pack.
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"Harry, where have you been man?" Kirishima asked as his classmate sat down.
All the boy got was a groan as Harrison flopped his body upper body onto his desk. Not acting himself at all.
"Are you alright?" Fumikage immediately asked. Not use to such behaviors from his friend.
"Yeah." Harry grumbled. Forcing himself to sit up and look at his classmates feeling oddly annoyed.
Several classmates made a variety of odd sounds as they went red faced at the very sight of him.
"I want anyone that notices any symptoms of low blood sugar in Harrison to immediately tell me... That can include irritability, sluggishness..., disorientation, headaches..., shaking and weakness. He is likely to exhibit such symptoms for... the next... week or so. And just a warning... he may get irrational.. and to put it bluntly, pissy acting with you because of his... condition. So don't take any of it to heart." Aizawa said, scratching at his cheek.
He ignored Yaoyorozu as she tried correcting him. He knew exactly what Harrison was he didn't need correction just because they wouldn't use their brains or asking questions.
About two hours into their lesson Aizawa changed subjects. "Now after lunch we will be doing disaster training. All Might should be back by then as he had to comeback to school... early and we along with... another, will be taking you somewhere to work on your rescue skills. Please get everything you need to sorted out before we go. I really don't want you all to bring distractions or schoolwork with you. Put your book bags in your lockers." The man said, suddenly making his way to Harrison who was nodding. Automatically pricking Harry and startling the boy awake. After a few moments the machine he pulled out beeped confirming the man's suspicions. He pulled an apple sauce pouch from the many folds of his capture scarf and handed it over with a "Drink that" before walking back to the front of the room. Harrison's body was quite obviously protesting its new diet which was ironic as the processed sugars that it loved so much were difficult for it to even process let alone properly burn safely.
Harrison clearly pouted as he put the pouch straw to his lips. Craving Strawberry syrup and sugary snacks. He tried his best to ignore the headache forming behind his eyes.
"Are you feeling alright?" Fumikage asked, eying the hunched form of his friend.
Harry pulled away from the pouch feeling mildly annoyed. "Yeah, I'll be fine." He said. Sure he would feel guilty later on for his clipped reply. All he wanted to do at that very moment was to go to sleep and to take something for his headache.
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Harrison's self control had completely gone out the window as he got to the lunchroom. The smells of sugary desserts filling his nose. He ground his teeth together, clenching his shirt between white knuckled fists as his head pounded even worse. He regretted avoiding eating lunch with Aizawa.
"Hey, I got you something! Hopefully it makes you feel better!" Kirishima said with a smile, sitting a piece of cake in front of Harrison.
Harry grinned at the boy after that, grabbing the offered spork. Snapping it in half as a boy swiped the delicious looking dessert to the floor. A boiling uncontrollable rage filled him to near explosive levels at that.
"Oops, did I do that? Aww, so sorry!" The boy mocked, grinning.
"Man, not cool!" Kirishima growled.
"I agree that was very rude and-"
"You destroyed my cake! I'm going to rip your throat out!" Harrison snarled, sparks running over his skin and eyes glowing bright green.
"Woah-woah! That's a complete over reaction! Calm down I can get you another piece!" Kirishima insisted, more than a little freaked out.
The others around him sat frozen, unused to such aggression from their meek friend.
"Oh, someone's on their time of the month~." The other boy mocked going wide eyed when Harrison grabbed him by he shirt and smashed him through the neighboring table, snarling like a wild beast.
Just as everyone was about to bolt into action and Harrison went to pounce on the other boy white wrapped around him. "You need to calm down." Aizawa said, tightening his scarf as Harrison struggled.
"I'm going to kill him!" Harry shrieked, eyes feral.
"No you won't. You are just saying that because your body doesn't like what its going through so it is making you irrational." The man calmly stated. He tightened his capture weapon when Harrison began to try his best to wiggle free.
Aizawa pulled out a bag of trail mix and crouched down calmly murmuring to the boy in an attempt to get him to settle down. Eventually Harrison leaned himself against the man feeling completely exhausted and emotionally drained. "You feeling alright now?" Aizawa asked.
"Tired."
"Well... after you eat something you can sleep for a while then." The man said, already expecting Harrison to be tired after a rage fit. He patted his head.
"W-what the hell just happened?" Bakugou finally asked. Red cheeked and breathing hard, eyes looking slightly glazed.
"Yes, it was... alarming." Todoroki muttered, moving to stand next to the others of his class.
"Weren't you listening to a word I said? Anyway.. It isn't any of your business what is going on. Let's just say Harrison's body is protesting some healthier lifestyle changes and it is making our resident angel... moody as hell." The man said, picking a nearly limp Harrison up. "Give me the bag, Harrison needs to sleep this off."
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Harrison was so tired from his outburst that he could hardly even eat after it. Once Aizawa had managed to get him to eat he pulled out a pair of sleeping bags. Hizashi had promised to wake the pair once it was time for them to leave giving them nearly 2 hours.
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"Here eat this before you end up trying to kill someone in Hanger... Again." Aizawa muttered, after observing Harrison on the bus for a few minutes handing over another bag of trail mix.
"So what's up with that anyway sir?" Iida asked, eyeing Harry scarfing down the offered food. An oddly annoyed look still on the other student's face.
"Like I said it isn't really anyone's business..." The man said, snatching the box of pocky Mezo went to offer Harrison. "No feeding Harrison sugary crap. That goes for all of you." The man grumbled.
"Sir?"
Aizawa let out a suffering sigh. Relenting as he had a feeling that the class wouldn't stop until he explained what was actually going on. "Harrison has been put on a strict diet due to health reasons and can't have any processed sugars." The teacher finally explained. Harrison's eyes like red hot daggers in their intensity. "Don't look at me like that... I gave you trail mix, eat it." Aizawa said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh man that sucks!" Kirishima exclaimed. Giving his friend a pitying look.
"It still does not explain the sudden aggressive behavior though." Fumikage pointed out.
"Don' worry! We'll make sure you don' get stuck eatin' bird food. No offence." Mineta said conspiratorially, directing the bird bit at Fumikage. The boy shrieked when Aizawa picked him up by the back of his costume.
"You will do no such thing if you know what is good for you." Aizawa said, an ominous hint to his tone causing a shiver to run down his student's backs.
"Y-yes sir! Please don' give me extra homework!" The small boy wailed, sniffling pathetically.
"You really think that is the worst thing I could do?" The man said, looking unimpressed.
"What, worse? Please don' do something worse sir!" The boy shrieked. Blubbering to the man desperately.
"Then follow the rules! No giving Harrison sweets. Every time you do... think of it as you poisoning Harrison a bit more. Like a dog with chocolate... So stop feeding Harrison." The man demanded sitting his student back down. Ignoring Harrison's rather impression of 'Kaachan'.
"What, we've been making you sick? Why haven't you been telling us!?" Sero asked eyes like dinner plates and a panicked tone of voice making his voice become almost squeaky.
"Yes! Why was I not informed of such things? As class president I must know these things to enforce the happiness and safety of my fellow classmates! It is my duty sir!" Iida insisted, sweating rivers at the very idea that he may have been neglecting his duties to his fellow classmate.
All he got was an annoyed glare from the boy. Harry's head was absolutely pounding. He felt actually sick. Harry leaned his head on Fumikage's shoulder closing his eyes in an attempt to calm the throbbing a bit. Ignoring the sudden angry snarling from Bakugou.
"You can sleep if you like... I-I will wake you when we get to.. Where ever it is we are going." Fumikage said, by that point unbothered by his friend's cuddly behaviors. He was just glad Harrison didn't seem to be reacting particularly angrily with him in 'her' almost withdrawn acting state.
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"Oh wow! It's Thirteen the space rescue hero!" Uraraka squealed. Personally Harry didn't care who it was, he just wanted to go back to sleep and to continue trying to ignore his quirk squirming about like snakes under his skin. Maybe to find himself a piece of cake or even a cube of sugar. Ugh, how he craved sugar! Maybe he could get a little taste or something in the teacher's lounge later? While Mr. Shouta was sleeping.
Fumikage once again allowed the other to lean against him. He didn't give the action a second thought. They were pretty much best friends by that point after all. At least... he was pretty sure they were. Harrison had even come over to his house once.
Fumikage ignored Bakugou and his obviously jealous mutterings. He needed to learn how to calm down and behave in his opinion... Though that could also be said of Harrison at least in normal circumstances his friend was sweet, thoughtful, and friendly. Bakugou most definitely wasn't.
The group listened with avid attention to Thirteen and Aizawa. All but Harrison eager to start their new training. Fumikage himself half contemplated talking his teacher into letting his friend sit things out. Harrison obviously wasn't feeling well. What ever was going on with him was definitely not good. It worried the teen.
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"Where's All Might? All Might was supposed to be here!" A man's voice hissed from below. Dozens of what looked to be villain began walking out of a purple colored mist as the man went on and on.
"Wow! I didn't think we would be fighting real people. It's like a bunch of actual villains or something!" Kirishima said, excitement lighting up his face.
"Those are the real deal. Villains have infiltrated UA." Aizawa growled. He pulled a pair of slitted goggles out. "Thirteen, get them out of here. I'll take care of this!" The man insisted.
"But sir, your quirk isn't suited for something like this! It's meant for one on one combat and stealth!" Izuku insisted stepping forward.
"Do you really think someone allowed to be a UA hero course teacher would really only have one trick up their sleeve?" The man muttered sounding offended as he adjusted the slatted goggles on his face.
"No I guess not but-"
"Get going." The man barked jumping from the platform past the hundreds of stairs leading to the training plaza.
"S-sir!"
Harry eyes going wide as the man disappeared. He needed to get his dad! There was just too many of them to deal with on his own no matter how good a fighter that his teacher was.
"Come on now! We need to alert the other teachers!" Thirteen insisted.
"Not so fast." A male voice said coming from the dark purple mist forming in front of the fleeing group.
Kirishima and Bakugou had to of course screw everything up with their hit first think later philosophies moments after the mist like man's speech about being a league of villains ended. There attack ended up getting everyone sent off to separate areas. Harrison was glad to end up near the entrance of the area he was in. Though a few minutes of rain quickly drained that feeling away. It was freezing! He hated water!
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Harry was freaked out at first at the sight of Mr. Shouta being pummeled by a giant bird like beast. But at the sight of the silver haired man mocking him Harrison felt himself slip into a rage fueled madness. He snarled animalistically at the creature, at the childish man. Feeling energy channel through him to the point he felt near bursting. He managed to strike out just as the unnatural thing went to stomp the teacher causing a fist sized hole to melt through the thing's torso.
"H-Harrison, what do you-you think you're doing?" Aizawa whispered. The expression on his face, horrified.
"I don't want you to die." Harry said, hardly even focusing on his teacher as he focused instead on the purple mist like man that seemed to have gained some sort of interest in him. Gazing assessingly at him. Rage beginning to make him unable to think straight. The scent of blood in the air sent him over the edge.
"Harrison! Stop! Dam-Damn it, this isn't a good time for a rage fit." The man hissed. Managing to force himself to his knees even with his arms hanging uselessly at his sides.
"What do we have here?" The silver haired muttering madman asked. Pulling his hand away from Tsuyu face only a moment before it would have touched and killed her. The man covered in hands began scratching at his neck. Looking around in a confused manner when a gust of wind started up and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.
"Get away from her!" Izuku yelled using a smash attack. Instead of hitting the silver haired man he hit the Frankenstein like monster.
"Har-Harrison get out of there, this is-this is crazy!" Izuku pled as he back pedaled. Looking over at the other as he pled. Recoiling as wild almost predatory animal like glazed poison green eyes focused in on him. Leaving a strange sticky fear clinging to the greenettes insides.
"You all need to get out of here! Harrison!" Aizawa snarled, panic filling him as the man with a decaying quirk approached. His only reply was an animalistic growl.
Harrison barely managed to grab the man's wrist when he lunged at him. The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
The man quickly pulled away even as he was being electrocuted, rubbing at the charred flesh. "That hurt!" The man growled. Though his tone held an almost fascinated endeared sort of quality to it. He backed off staring at Harrison with unreadable crimson eyes. Arm twitching. "I wonder?" The man purred, holding up both hands.
"No!" Aizawa shouted, trying his best to keep himself conscious.
Just as the man went to lunge forward an explosion was heard.
"Don't fear students! Why? Because I'm here!" A familiar heroic voice called.
"It's All Might!" Izuku cheered.
"Huh. It looks like our game will continue." The man said, no longer focusing on Harrison and instead on the hero. Not even looking back at him as he suddenly fell over, gasping as suffocating pain lanced through his chest.
"H-H-Harri-son." Aizawa stuttered head nodding as his vision blacked out. The man fell face first into the concrete as he tried standing. Frantic to get to his former charge, practically child at least in his mind.
"Well then I think it's time for me to help you take a permanent nap? Don't you think, Eraserhead?" The man snickered. Reaching his hand outward. Making an audible yelp as a sudden strong wind whipped past him. Knocking 'father' from his face, a cold dead preserved hand.
"He doesn't have much time left please get Aizawa to the entrance while I take care of this!" All Might said, quickly turning back towards the directions the villain were in.
Tsuya put a finger to her chin in puzzlement. "Of course sir... but where's Harrison?"
"What? What are you talking about?" The man asked, eyes wide.
"Didn't you see her? She was acting crazy. Like some angry dog or something guarding Aizawa! She's the reason he's even still alive... I'm pretty sure she's the reason any of us are. She burned both that crazy guy and left a hole in that monster. I mean... I wasn't a big one but she still left a hole." Tsuyu said.
"Yeah! Harry was like really scary! An' cool! You got to go back! I saw her fall over, all pale!" Mineta said, tears welding up in his eyes.
All Might tried his best to act normal, to not shake or break down like he felt about to do. If his quirk had been active then-then his blood sugar could have plummeted or even worse his heart may have given in. "Where-where-"
"She was only a few feet away from Aizawa, ten tops!" Izuku answered, trembling.
"Alright, I'll find Harrison." The man assured, darting away. He couldn't believe it. He had just gotten back home a little over four hours before hand on an emergency call. Something that still hadn't been explained to him past the basics of his house getting attacked. He hadn't even got the chance to talk to Harrison let alone see him and he could possibly-possibly be dying!
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Harrison did his best to hide as his chest began to feel tighter and tighter. Gritting his teeth together, he clutched at the area over his heart. Vison spotting.
"What do we have here?" A large man with light green hair and green crystal like skin around his Knuckles purred.
"Looks like a girlie is trying to hide!" Another more slender built man with white hair, metallic silver eyes, and scythe like nails cackled.
"How pretty. I think girlie should come with us, don't you?" The green haired man asked his companion.
The white haired man licked his lips. "Of course." He cooed snatching Harrison up by his throat laughing as he choked and clawed at the blade like nails digging into his neck.
Terror filled Harrison as his vison began to black out the feeling of wet heat pooling down his throat and shoulder. Was-was he dying? Harry whimpered as the man's features distorted becoming deranged and monstrous, stretching and tarring into a horrifying melted mess. Harry could hear his heart hammering like a drum in his ears. A tongue on his throat and whispered words, ozone smell and pained screams. Suffocating. Drowning.
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"Harrison! No... B-Black Shadow help me! Guard my back." Fumikage commanded. Trying his best not to shake at the sight of his friend covered in deep gouges. He tore at his cape ignoring the pain from Harrison's twitching body giving off tiny zaps and the absolutely destroyed area around them.
"Blood. Harry's hurt!" The bird headed boy's shadow croaked, whimpering.
"I know Dark Shadow, I know." Fumikage muttered, doing his best to wrap the cloth around his friend's blood soaked neck. "We need to keep pressure on her neck. I-I think something vital may have been hit." Fumikage told his shadow.
"H-help me." A burned lump of a man gasped.
Fumikage forced himself not to look over. To continue to ignore the smell of burned flesh. Harrison was his priority, he reminded himself. That person was a villain. A villain that attacked his friend! Once Fumikage had wrapped the dripping wounds as best as he could he began to run. Refusing to admit to himself it was more because he was afraid he would get sick from the smell of roasted people then because he was trying to get help for his friend. Even though he was definitely trying to get help. How hadn't anyone noticed the destruction of Harrison's quirk? It was monstrous in proportion. He was easily able to hear and feel the sonic booms created by the fight between All Might and someone else but it still should have been noticeable. Why hadn't anyone come to help? Or at the very least see what was happening? He was quite certain that those two hadn't just been interesting in fighting Harrison with the careful cut to the side of 'her' pants. That and the fact that the... the button on the front of them had been undone. What if her quirk hadn't kicked in? No, he couldn't think about that!
Dark Shadow did its best to quickly propel the bird headed boy over the slippery glass like ruble spewn about. Still whimpering and croaking in worry. Repeating a mantra of 'Harry hurt' as they did their best to try and get to a teacher or at the very least their other classmates.
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"I-I still can't believe it.. Harrison is a-a he?" Fumikage said, his face hot with a blush. His best friend... was a boy? But-but he was so pretty! And everything about his personality screamed sweet innocent dotting little muffin. And how hadn't he picked up on or figured out that his best friend was a he?!
Recovery Girl rolled here eyes. "Yes, and I still can't believe that he nor any of the teachers thought to tell anyone. Though it isn't really any of my business.." The elderly woman said, shrugging.
Fumikage nodded. Promising himself that he wouldn't say a word until his friend gave him permission. He still couldn't believe that if he hadn't acted as fast as he had his friend's heart would have given out. His blood sugar, calcium, and potassium levels had been so low that his heart didn't even have anything left to run off of! Now the other boy was so low on iron that along with practically everything else, they had to begin giving him iron as well. He didn't think it was even possible for someone to not be able to be given blood but apparently Harrison couldn't. His body was so specialized to his quirk, down to his blood, that it would only accept his own blood. Anyone else's would have ended up dying almost immediately, turning to clotted sludge in his veins. Thankfully, Recovery girl had a couple of bags stored incase of emergency. Even then it had just been enough to keep him alive while she stitched him back together.
Fumikage grimaced at the light clunking of the rubber coated cuffs around his friend's wrists as they shifted. He decided that maybe it would help if he got a few of the others there when he woke up again. Hopefully Harrison wouldn't need to be sedated again. Her-his screams of fear had been terrible. He never wanted that to happen again.
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"What! When did this happen? You-you can't just-just move in without at least asking! I may have great respect for you Aizawa but Ha-Harrison is my-my son!" Toshinori stuttered. Horrified, at both the idea of he man living with them and the visible changes to the house. He held his side shuffling to the refrigerator. He needed something sweet to deal with this. How could they think he was being a bad parent? Harry was in school and was afraid of planes. He was being responsible. Harry insisted that he go! He wasn't doing anything that Harrison wasn't okay with. Toshinori made sure to talk to him about it.
"He was mine before you had to stir everything up and that shouldn't matter right now! I'm not trying to ruin anyone's life or... anything like that. I just want to help Harrison and make sure he gets proper care. We should be working together to help Harrison. Don't you get it? He was attacked, he nearly died!" Aizawa growled through his bandages. Both of his arms were in slings, completely wrapped along with most of his face.
"I-I understand that but-"
"But nothing. Harrison needs to understand that we are there for him. We can't be fighting around him. We need to agree on how to handle everything. Like I said, years ago, Harrison needs a strict stable routine along with diet. I know you are busy after school. I am to most days, but he needs to have more time spent with him. Just... because he says he is okay doesn't mean that he is. You thought I was a heartless bastard back then for being 'controlling' but I wasn't. If you had actually... looked it my background other than for dirt on me you would know that I have a minor focused on Quirk damaged individuals, specifically children and teenagers. I know what I am talking about." Aizawa explained.
"Fine, but do we really need to be that strict? Harrison never does anything bad, why would we need to control him?" Toshinori asked, feeling bad for even having such a discussion. He-he was starting to feel a bit desperate by that point.
"Ugh, that has nothing to do with this. Harrison needs a routine every single day as a means of stability. Structure. Harrison is a very stressed nervous person to begin with he has already had to be repeatedly sedated since this whole thing happened. We need to assure him that everything will be okay." Aizawa insisted.
"What? Like make him talk to a councilor or something?" Toshinori snorted.
"Yes, that would probably help to! He has been through a trauma and should be able to talk to someone about it. He obviously won't talk to either of us about what happened. He is afraid of burdening us. If I... could get the others to go talk to someone I.. would. I feel like all of our students should probably see someone. We are professionals, even though they are first year heros in training these are still kids. They aren't ready for this." Aizawa explained. Giving the other man a dull look as he made an uncomfortable clear of his throat.
"I know... I should have been there sooner. You don't have to rub it in." Toshinori muttered, suddenly hunching into himself. The guilt was eating him alive. Those poor kids, they must have all been so afraid! He didn't need to be constantly reminded of his failure.
Aizawa sighed, clearly irritated. "You... you still don't get it do you? I'm not rubbing anything in. No one could have predicted that this..."The man tried his best to make a sweeping gesture with his slings, "would happen. I'm grateful that you helped us all but.. You don't seem to get that you shouldn't, not anymore. You don't take care of yourself at all. Eating sweets and take out, transforming all the time when you clearly shouldn't, running around all over the place... You are killing yourself plain and simple."
Aizawa gave himself a moment to collect himself before continuing his speech. "You are, even if not purposefully, teaching Harrison to be just as self destructive... Same with Midoriya just... in a different way. I mean do you really think Harrison doesn't get it? Doesn't notice how you are falling apart right in front of him?" Aizawa exclaimed becoming a little louder as his eyes turned to slits.
"Of course he puts a smile on his face while his own quirk is ripping him apart! While he sits here all alone, a total mess. We may not get along the best when it comes to him... but he loves you and you make him happy and he doesn't want to burden you... when the slightest bit of stress now a days has you coughing up blood.. You are a good person but... also misguided. I need you to promise me.. that you will start taking better care of yourself or I don't think I can consider it safe for Harrison to keep living in this environment. I was hardly able to even get him to go to sleep... He's falling apart." Aizawa said in a firm dead serious tone of voice the only clear indication that he was feeling emotional was a quick clear of his throat.
Toshinori did his best not to tear up at what the other man had said. It was true. His sweet boy could hardly even sleep and even before the incident. Toshinori had woken up more than one occasion with Harrison curled up asleep at the end of his bed or staring at him like he was lost in his head, looking exhausted and haunted. But.. But he was All Might. His very image kept citizens felling safe and cared about. He kept the bogeymen at bay and those that may have thought about doing something bad from doing so. He wasn't just the symbol of peace, he was peace! Wasn't it selfish to stop? To take that comfort away from Japan? Especially when he could still keep at it, even if for a limited time?
Maybe Aizawa was... right though. Was he really effecting his boy that badly? A cruel little voice in the back of his mind said yes that he was. That he had just ignored it, he didn't want to acknowledge that he had upset his boy that Harrison was being torn down with him and he accepted the fake assurances and never looked farther into anything. He just accepted anything that Harrison said to him because he didn't want to deal with the truth. He wanted to continue to feel like the squeaky clean super hero.
Toshinori rubbed at his face, not allowing a single tear to drip from his eyes. Would he actually ever live long enough to even see Harrison graduate at the rate he was going...? The man let out a short self depreciating laugh at the thought. "I-I'll try. I... will... try to take better care of myself... for-for Harrison's sake." The emaciated blond finally said after several agonizing minutes of silence.
"Good. I'm glad that you have finally come to that decision. Check to see if Hizashi is here yet. He's going to help me out since I can't use my hands at the moment." Aizawa said.
"W-what? Why him? I don't want him learning where I live! No one is supposed to know that I live here at all!" Toshinori all but squeaked, fumbling and flailing about in panic.
"Really? Well he's been here pretty much the entire time you were gone. He even took Harrison and I grocery shopping." Aizawa said.
Toshinori made an alarmed almost strangled noise. Immediately pulling open the refrigerator and eeped. Horror crossed his face as nothing was left unthrown away. Nothing but food that had to be cooked or chopped or something other than reheated filled the entire thing. It was his worst nightmare! The man may have liked his bentos and to even cook a meal every once in a while but to actually have to do it everyday? No thank you! He was a busy man after all that quite liked his take out even if the food did more than occasionally cause him terrible 'stomach' pain and... other.. Issues. Toshinori twisted around to face the mummy like man again. "Where did it all go?"
Aizawa rolled his eyes. "I threw it away of course. Had a regular old mold museum in there. Can't live off of sweets and fast food in either of your conditions."
Toshinori practically scurried to the cupboards.
"Already cleaned those out."
The thin man then went to reach above the refrigerator.
"There to. I have literally cleaned out every inch of this place. By the way wasn't going to bring it up as it isn't really my business.. But what is up with all of the... merchandise that you keep of yourself..? Isn't that more than a little narcissistic... and I don't know, creepy?" Aizawa said in a dead-panned tone of voice.
"NO! It-s well-"
"My dude! Baby doll finally taking a nap?" Hizashi asked strutting right into the house like he owned the place. Papers under one arm and a bag in the other. He didn't even wait for an answer before continuing to speak.
"So I was thinking since I'm stuck cooking for like... the first time in how many years? We could have some pan seared tuna with veggies and some rockin' pan glazed pineapple! Sounds good eh?" Hizashi said, grinning ear to ear. "I was just, you know going to make some cheesy rice but then the whole super diet things... So yeah, going to get my high school Home Ec. Skills out!" The man announced. He carelessly pushed past Toshinori, quickly starting to work. Both Toshinori and Aizawa could only stare as the man artfully began to toss knives around and chopped ingredients up. Clearly showing off as he continued to cook.
"Sha-bang my man!" Hizashi said with a laugh, sliding a steaming plate of food in front of Aizawa. His long hair falling in his face and out of the ponytail he had it in as he flipped it back over his shoulder.
Aizawa only managed to find his voice after sitting staring for a few moments. "You... can cook?"
"Yeah, course I can. Hate it though. Ugh, as bad as yard work! It isn't so bad when I'm cooking for my two best dudes though!" Hizashi said, tone flirty.
"Hizashi." Aizawa growled.
"Yeah yeah, I'm a going to get Baby doll." Hizashi said, snickering a bit. "Wait for me, 'Kay?" He insisted making 'pew pew' noised and finger guns before walking away.
"What the?"
"Don't even ask." Aizawa grumbled, huffing.
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"Here you are sweet cheeks!" Hizashi teased completely unaffected by what was essentially a death glare of the highest caliber aimed at him from his best friend. The man held a spoon to Aizawa's lips looking completely amused by everything going on. From Toshinori's uncomfortable flush to Harry's weak amused smile.
"Your pushing it Hizashi." Aizawa hissed.
Hizashi huffed like a child. "You're no fun!"
"You really think I care? Harrison stop picking at your bandages!"
End Chapter 6
I hope everyone likes this! Lot of crazy stuff happening next chapter.
So I will have the next chapter on facebook either late tonight or likely tomorrow to see what everyone thinks of it before deciding if I need to revise it for a 5th time or keep it!
I now have a poll up for who Harry should end up in with this! Fumikage is, much to my surprise, winning!