Alright so I decided to keep going with what I had as no one seemed to have any objections on my facebook.
I am going to start on the new chapter for this story soon and am nearly done with the next chapters for both 'Like the glow of Light Green Emeralds' and my story 'Not the Place I was hoping for'.
I have a pull up for this story by the way. It is of who you want Harry to end up with! Please vote either through comments or on the poll if you would like a say in who Harry ends up with.
Start Chapter 7
"Harrison and Mr. Aizawa, they're both back!" Izuku exclaimed.
"Mr. Aizawa looks terrible should he be back?" Mina asked.
"Yeah, he looks like a mummy... How can he even teach. Can he even use his hands?" Tsuya pointed out.
"Look at Harry, she doesn't look that great either. Wrapped to the chin.. and pale as a ghost." Kirishima muttered, grimacing.
"Does she even have enough blood?" Denki whispered, looking creeped out at the stark deathly paleness of his fellow classmate.
Fellow students watched, startled as Fumikage immediately got up from his seat. "Here let me grab that for you. I am sure you shouldn't be carrying things this heavy yet." He insisted, nearly snatching Harrison's bag from him. Eyeing the hard cast around the others entire upper and lower arm.
"Well that just solved one thing on the agenda." The mummy like teacher said.
"What do you mean sir?" Uraraka asked. Pressing her fingers together.
"Oh, just the 'volunteer' to help Harrison for the next couple of weeks. You do what ever is wanted or needed no matter how annoying. Pretty much have to spend every waking hour with him while at school and if Toshinori is too busy you may have to possibly help Harrison with stuff after school to." Aizawa explained in a bored drawl.
"Who's Toshinori?" Todoroki questioned.
"Who cares about that! Step aside bird brained extra! I'm going to Harrison's warhorse!" Bakugou declared, standing in his seat. A terrifying snarl on red tinted his face and sparks bursting from his palms. Ignoring Iida's horrified lecturing.
"Sit down." Aizawa said in flat tone.
"Yeah! You aren't even in any of her extracurricular classes. Unlike me!" Kirishima said, cheerfully pointing at himself.
"You mean that business class you're nearly failing in?" Todoroki unhelpfully butted in.
"Not cool man! I had no choice! It was one of the only slots left open! Unlike you I wanted a completely different class!" Kirishima insisted.
"Harrison's in the business classes? I thought those were pretty hard." Sero said.
Harry squirmed. "S-same as Eijiro..."
Todoroki snorted. "Says the one that's part of the top 5 in that class."
"Really?" Yaoyorozu said.
"Wow, that's pretty amazing Harrison!" Tsuya praised. Izuku nodding along with her.
"Yes, quite the achievement. Not surprising though with you having the second best entrance exam scores." Iida said, making excitable robot movements.
"Leave Harrison alone, now... Fumikage will help Harrison. If he is too busy or doesn't share a class with Harrison than... Mezo will help out since neither of them has a tendency to act irrationally or to act like rabid animals... when around Harrison." Aizawa said giving the fuming Bakugou a pointed look. "If neither of them can help Harrison then Sero or Kirishima is to help Harrison since I know there are going to be arguments if we don't get this figured out."
"Sir, why are you only picking boys?" Uraraka asked, making Fumikage nearly choke. "Us girls can help to! Anyways, isn't that more... appropriate?"
"First off... Harrison is friends with all four and feels comfortable with them. Secondly-"
Mezo lunged steadying Harrison as he nearly feel from his seat from a dizzy spell. It rushed through him in like a frozen wave even as his cheeks burned.
"Harrison's blood levels are still not great. Cease trying to provoke... or bother Harrison in anyway. I don't want a pass out. Please inform me if these symptoms continue... If you think you need to go lay down you can at any point. Just inform me so I can have someone help you to the nurse's office." Aizawa said, eyeing Harrison wearily.
"I'm fine, really! Just.. Just moving around more than before." Harry assured the man as his vision began to right itself.
"Uhuh.. Eat your snack." The man grumbled, shuffling to his podium after one last long look.
"Alright, since the villains attacked the public has been in a frenzy. It has caused some to lose confidence in our ability and ability to protect our students... To restore this confidence Principal Nezu has said that we are still going to... have the Sports festival. That means that all of you have the chance to be recognized and to gain internships with real professional heroes. It's a big deal so take this seriously. You only have three chances throughout your entire high school career so make it count..." The man looked around the classroom meaningfully. "This is your future we are talking about... Now it was going to be held next week but it has been bumped up two weeks. So you have three weeks to improve your skills, got it? You all better try your best."
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"He needs to see someone! I am sorry Toshinori, but Harrison obviously was more effected by what happened to him then he is letting on. His quirk has lashed out at 4 people now. 2, his own friends! Only 3 days Toshinori, this has happened in a matter of a couple of days! He needs to get this under control before anyone else gets hurt including himself." A creature that looked to be a mix between a mouse, a dog, or a bear in sharp dress clothes said. Sounding rather sad. "Harrison is an excellent student and from what I have heard interviewing his classmates, very sweet, but this can't be happening again, young Mr. Kirishima had to stay overnight in the nurse's office. You are lucky that he and his parents were being so understanding. His parents might not be so understanding the next time though."
"S-sir."
"Here, this is the address for the practice that we usually use. I already set up an appointment for today, 1:30. I don't know much about this new councilor that they have but I'm sure he's good." Nezu said.
"But sir, I have to work and.. We don't have a car here." Toshinori shuttered. Flailing about in a panic.
"Oh, that's perfectly fine. Hizashi already volunteered to take him. I'm glad you both have become such good friends. I was worried, with Aizawa to! He has told me that you are taking better care of yourself now. That makes me very happy to hear." Nezu praised. "Anyway, it is nearly 12:30 already. I just thought you would like the address for later appointments. Hurry along Toshinori. Class is about to start." The strange furry creature said, a pleasant smile on his face.
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"Hey everyone! Sorry I gotta' take Harry from you!" Present Mic said, making cheerful 'pew-pewing' fingers.
"Why? I already said Harry didn't mean-"
"No no no! Baby doll isn't in trouble my spiky dude, ya hear? Harr's got a doctor appointment." Mic assured a panicked looking Kirishima.
"Oh, well that's good." The boy said, looking immediately relieved.
Harry went pale at the thought. He was sure that his regular doctor couldn't be used. He lived in Tokyo. That meant that he had to deal with a stranger. It was already stressful enough when he went to recovery girl.
"Come on, leeet's a go!" Mic insisted in his usual boisterous fashion. Herding Harrison from the room before he could even think to protest or even open his mouth.
While in the car Mic sang to some toons wiggling in his seat in a parody of dancing, gulping down an energy drink as he tapped his hands against his steering wheel enthusiastically.
Harrison sat stock still the entire time. Nervous. Only loosening up near the end of the ride as Hizashi tried cheering him up.
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Harrison didn't like this man. This man who called him dangerous and quirk damaged and said that he must have had abusive parents, bad parents. That his inability to get past abuse that didn't exist was the reason that he had so many problems. That he still never got over his attachment to them so he couldn't trust anyone 100%. That part... may have been a bit true but even though Sirius was kind of a risk to himself and other of no fault of his own... as he was a walking disaster, he had been a loving parent. And Remus though often busy, was a fantastic parent in every sense of the word.
"As I don't see any other way to be able to help you. It is a good thing that Nezu got everything in order or I wouldn't have been able to properly treat you until next month, my schedule is so busy. So all I have to do is give you this. Though I already did." The cyan haired man said, holding out a cup and pinched his fingers together. A mercury like fluid oozed from the tips.
Harry trembled, his empty plastic cup falling to the ground. "What?-"
"Well you see... I am able to produce a liquid that is able to de-age those that consume it depending on how much I add and the consistency I produce I can control within a few months to what age my patients will regress to and for how long by about a week. It is very useful for those that were quirk damaged especially at a young age." The man said, eyeing Harry like a lazy cat.
"A side effect is that what ever they remember from that time gets replaced by the new memories... Very useful for such a treatment. I can't, let's say, regress one to the state of a baby if their quirk appeared around the normal time. Around 4 though I am unsure why. I am thinking that your quirk developed younger than that though, just the way it integrated. Though don't worry. I only gave you enough to make you.. Maybe three? For a few weeks." The doctor said. Not even pausing in his speech for a second as Harrison fell to the floor and began to shrink before his eyes. Writhing in pain.
"Well... I better go get your guardian now. Looks like it's about complete." The man said after several minutes, shrugging.
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"He's like a baby! I-what the hell did you do to Harrison? What am I spossed' to do?" Mic shrieked. Hands on his head as he stared down at his passed out temporary charge laying on a cot. What kind of wackadoodle place was this?
"Here, it's all in the pamphlet." The man said holding out the cheerful looking little brochure.
Hizashi smacked it away, "I don't care about no pamphlet! You turned my best friend's kid into a mini-muffin! That's not cool man!"
"Well I did specifically say that either family members or parents are suppose to bring damaged children to their first treatments." The man pointed out unhelpfully.
"Your lucky that my man ain't here, he'd bust your ass even with both of his arms broken! Like don't you get that this is no bueno man? Shouta's going to flip!" Hizashi hissed. Lips and side of his eye twitching at the man's indifferent damaged child comment.
The man rolled his eyes. "Calm down sir. It's only for a few weeks and I am sure that he will not be nearly as upset as you think he will. It is always nice having a tot around the house and I am sure both parents will be happy with the results. I have a 93% success rate after all!" The man bragged. Pushing up neon green cat's eye glasses.
"I'm pretty sure no one's going to be singing praises to a guy that turns their kid into a baby! Unless they have some freaky ass fetish or have kidnaped 'em or something man!" Hizashi hissed, raising his voice a bit.
"I feel like you are acting irrationally, sir. I am going to have to ask you to leave if you don't calm down."
"You're trying to say without Harr' right? Yeah, no-" Mic said, gathering Harry up as quickly as possible. "Be expecting a visit from the popo man, ya' hear?" Mic insisted, dramatically pointing at the man and doing a 'I'm watching you gesture at him'. Then he grabbed a hand full of the formerly offered pamphlets before skedaddling.
"Man this ain't cool! Don't know what to do!" Mic whined, strapping Harry in. The left over shirt on the tots tiny frame looked more like a long gown than a shirt.
"Shouta, going to string me up by my balls for this!"
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"What? 2 weeks? He's going to be like this for two weeks?" Toshinori squeaked, blood dripping from his mouth. Harrison was so adorable but this was so freaky! How were they supposed to take care of a toddler Harry?
"Approximately... Or less! It could be less time. Apparently this quirk isn't... an exact science." Nezu laughed.
"Yes, or it could be 3 weeks." Aizawa pointed out in a angered tone his hardened gaze softening a bit as Harrison nuzzled up against the pillow he was curled around, still weak and sleepy.
"Think of this as the chance to experience his childhood with him. I am sure even though the pair of you don't agree on parenting styles that you both could enjoy that." Nezu insisted.
"I can't even use my arms." Aizawa said, looking ready to roll his eyes.
"That doesn't matter!" Nezu said. "It is the experience that counts."
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"So uh, what are we going to do? We don't have anything he can use." Toshinori pointed out, cramped up in the back seat of Hizashi's vehicle.
"Uh, we're going to the mall, duh!" Mic said, as if it were obvious.
"M-mall? We can't go there! I'm sure it will freak Harry out!" Toshinori insisted. Tone panicky.
"What do you expect him to do then? Run around in his undies? He don't even have any that fit!" Mic snorted.
"But I'm sure-"
"He needs clothes. End of discussion." Aizawa grumbled.
"But"
"We are supposed to be trying to get him to calm down and not be as afraid of everything. Your way obviously doesn't work does it?" Aizawa immediately sniped.
"Well um-"
"That's what I thought. He is being parented my way this time." The man said with such finality and firmness all Toshinori could do was squeak in agreement.
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Harry groaned feeling oddly sore. An oddly familiar mixture of scents filled his sensitive nose making him feel nice. Harry slowly forced himself into sitting position, rubbing at crusty eyes.
"Hey, sweetie!" Toshinori awkwardly cooed.
Confusion swept through Harry. The first thing that came to mind was Daddy, but this wasn't his Daddy. His Daddy smelled like... maybe smelled like doggies and-and other stuff...? and looked nothing like this person. Right? Or was he this person? Was this daddy? Who smelled like sweet stuff and after it rained and made him feel happy? Of course this was daddy! But where was his Mummy? Anxiety filled him at the lack of him.
"Well, were here my dudes!" The man with long crazy hair announced. He seemed familiar to. Was he mummy? Wasn't mummy loud to?
Toshinori was eager to get out of the cramped space of the car. Smiling as Harry held up his tiny arms. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, he was just so adorable after all!
"Don't put him on the ground man, he doesn't have shoes!" Hizashi insisted.
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Harry was so confused. How was this man his mummy? His brain insisted he was but wasn't his mummy crazy? It didn't make any sense. Maybe it was daddy? His brain felt fuzzy like he was trying to remember something from a long time ago. Even the memory of their smells was weak, like mist.
"We are not getting this for Harrison! Hizashi, get that out of the cart for me." Aizawa demanded. Making the man snatch out the All Might outfit. "Harrison will be looking like a presentable human being. Not all of us are willing to allow our children to wear pajamas out in public."
"But they are adorable!" Toshinori pressed.
"They are a monstrosity and you are a closet narcissist." Aizawa dead panned.
"Now Harrison is going to need socks, shoes, a few pairs of pants and shirts, possibly a jacket as he doesn't seem to have any control of his body temperature. We should also get a car seat and possibly some other things." Aizawa said.
"On it boss!"
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Harry had been a bit hesitant at first with Aizawa but had quickly grown comfortable with the man. Eagerly babbling to him by dinner. Adoration for the man all consuming.
"Ouch, no! Biting's bad." Hizashi said, emphasized the word bad. Getting an upset uncomfortable grumble in response, rubbing at his face to try and ease the soreness.
"Hurs'!" Harry whimpered as the man pulled his hand from Harrison's mouth.
"Biting hurts!" The man agreed, rubbing at his slightly reddened hand.
"He bit me earlier to. I didn't think he would ever be a bit of a biter." Toshinori said with a frown.
Both men eeped as Harrison burst out in tears. His eyes glowing a poison green as lightning jumped from his skin. Drool ran down his chin as he let out a wail.
"What did you do man?" Hizashi shrieked.
"I didn't do anything, you did!"
"No I didn't man! He's going to hurt himself, do something!" Hizashi demanded. Cowering from the lightening.
"Get out of the way! What is wrong with the both of you?" Aizawa hissed. Arms still in their slings. "Harrison calm down there is nothing to be upset about. We can't fix what is bothering you if you don't use your words." The man said, in a gentle but firm tone.
"Mum-mmy!" Harry sobbed holding up pudgy twitchy handed arms.
What little of the dark haired man's cheeks were exposed tinted pink though quickly went away as he focused on Harrison again. "Just breath. Settle down, every~thing's okay." Aizawa said, unable to keep a slight coo from his voice as he did his best to sooth Harry. He still couldn't believe that Harrison had begun to call him Mommy while he called Toshinori Daddy. Though from what Toshinori had explained, Harrison's father had supposedly had blond hair and no facial hair. His apparently male mother had black hair very much like his own and scruff on his face. So he guessed in some strange way it made sense. Though according to the man Harrison's mother had sounded like he was eccentric to the point of crazy and his father was the calm firm responsible figure. Their rolls should have been reversed in Harrison's mind. Probably why Harrison had been a little bit wary of him at first.
The man gave Harrison a bit of a smile after several minutes of firmly telling Harrison that he needed to calm down and tell him what was wrong. The boy let out deep heaves of breath as his quirk receded, sniffling pathetically as he rubbed at his eyes. "Good. Now tell me what the problem is." Aizawa said.
"Hurs'!" Harry mumbled. Soaking his hand in saliva as he rubbed at his face.
"Eew, should he be drooling that much?" Hizashi said, cringing.
"Of course not. Check his mouth." Aizawa insisted.
"But he's drooling and bites!" Hizashi whined petulantly.
"One of you better do as I say or so help me-"
"Fine-fine. I'm Harrison's dad, I'll do it." Toshinori grumbled. Carefully crouching down. "Can you show.. Um Daddy... were the hurt is? Open your mouth?" The man asked.
"His teeth... they haven't all come in. I thought he was supposed to be around 3? He's missing some of his molars and his canines." Toshinori said, startled.
"No wonder the tike is fussing!" Hizashi said.
"He has very specialized teeth, maybe it took him longer than most to have them fully grown in?" Aizawa hypothesized.
"Makes sense." Hizashi agreed.
After removing and washing his hands Toshinori picked Harrison up and ran soothing fingers through his hair. Letting him snuggle into him as he calmed down.
"So... What are we going to do tomorrow? We have to work still, remember?" Hizashi pointed out.
End Chapter 6
They were all actually going to find out that Harry was a boy in this chapter but I decided on this. I have rewrote this chapter nearly half a dozen times and decided as no one seemed against this, that I would just keep the chapter as it was.
Trying to think up ideas for next chapter so suggestions would be appreciated!
Please review! It helps me with motivation and ideas and helps me know what everyone things!