Alright so this chapter ended up being a relatively short 6293 words long.
Sorry about taking so long and not responding I have had a lot of super crazy bad crap happen in my life the last few weeks that I had to deal with.
Hope everyone likes this!
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Harrison sighed despondently, sniffling a little as it finally settled in that his Mummy and Daddy's weren't back. 'Sesend' Daddy even said that he might not even be back until the next day! Harry could feel tears form at the thought. What was he supposed to do without them? They never left him! Was Daddy going to be okay? Gut churning anxiety settled into his tiny body.
Harry flopped onto his Daddy's bed and drug the man's pillow to his face to press to his nose. It smelled faintly of metal, more of fresh laundry and Daddy's natural comforting nice smells. It Harry burrowed under the thick warm comforter. Sniffing curiously at another pillow near his head. Unable to help himself he enthusiastically nuzzled against it once he realized the different smell was the smell of his second Daddy. Harry huffed with effort as he began to rearrange the pillows and spare blanket the best he could into a nest fort sort of thing.
"Harry buddy! Come out! Please... um stop playing around like this... It's uh kind of worrying us!" Kirishima called. His tone skittering the edge of panic.
"Yes! This behavior is most disconcerting!" Iida agreed, chopping his arm in emphasis.
"I wouldn't worry too much as I doubt Harrison has left the house with it being such an unseasonably cool evening." Fumikage assured the others. Knowing already that Harrison wasn't a fan of cool weather even at his normal teenage age. He was sure he would dislike it even more as a tiny toddler. It was practically his bane... well, other than water.
"Are you sure? I mean it does make sense but-" Iida said, being cute off.
Shinsou snorted. "Even I know Harry can't stand it being even a little cold." He pointedly eyed an offended looking Uraraka and Iida over, "Not much of a friend... either of you, are you?" The teen snarked.
"Just because we have not had the chance to interact as much doesn't mean that we are not friends!" Iida insisted, absolutely bristling. "I mean I have not even heard of you before! I haven't even seen you with Harrison!" Iida insisted with narrowed eyes.
Shinsou growled, trying to hide how much the words bothered him. It wasn't his fault that he had to work so much! He was a General education student, his scholarship didn't pay for food or school supplies, nor the full price of the apartments on campus no matter how well he did on the written tests! He couldn't afford to take a day off to have fun like the hero course kids!
"Stop, we should not be fighting! Harrison does not like fighting, it will surely just cause upset." Fumikage said, trying to defuse the situation. He himself had only seen the other boy twice before hand. Both times with Harry who had animatedly spoke to the teen. Other than that he didn't really know him. He hadn't even said more than a polite greeting to the other teen in those two times either. Though Harry had spoken about a, Shinsou, on more than one occasion... Quite a few actually. If Harrison trusted this odd lavender haired boy then he would trust his friend's judgment.
This boy hadn't given anyone a reason not to yet so the others needed to stop treating him with such suspicion. It wasn't just rude but not right as well. They lived in a world of thousands of different quirks that made people appear strange looking, like himself, and so one should never judge another on their appearance. Especially one that wished to be a hero simply because they had a 'villainous' look! He himself had a rather intimidating appearance. Much like a raven or a crow.
"Tokoyami is right! We really need to stop fighting when the guy hasn't done anything, it's not manly at all! Especially when Harry's around. You should never argue when a kid's around! It's not right." Kirishima growled. Brows furrowed, clearly upset.
"Y-your right. I-I apologize." Iida said, bowing his head. Is that why Harrison didn't come out? Was she afraid of the arguing? He swallowed hard. Suddenly feeling a sickening guilt. He felt despicable. He never meant to do that to his timid mild tempered classmate. Iida knew even though he had not got the chance to interact with Harrison much that it was very distressing for 'her' to be around arguing and conflict.
Shinsou snorted, eyeing the other boy with distrust before walking past him. "Yeah, what ever." He grunted and headed to the hallway opposite to the one that Harrison's bedroom was located. He had noticed some clothes hanging out of the bag Present Mic had taken to go to the hospital after coming out of the room at the end of it. So logically there should be another bedroom at that end, especially with as large as the home was.
Shinsou grimaced at the sight of what he assumed was Harrison's parent's bedroom. It was mostly tidy with only a few socks and shirts spilling out of a tipped over hamper. Nothing about the upkeep was... almost horrifying to see, instead it was the memorabilia. The room was brimming with All Might Merchandise. Thankfully there weren't any posters of the man staring down at everyone or collectable figurines but absolutely everything else had the All Might patterns, colors, and logos on them. Everything down to the dressers and end tables. Even the massive bed's headboard!
Why were the two so obsessed with All Might though? They were the loud and charismatic Present Mic and the logical and cunning Eraserhead. Why would they want all of this stuff? Though the clothes looked more like they were meant for someone 2-3 times their size so... Wait.. The bed was huge... Present Mic was wailing declarations of adoration at the thin man he had seen around school talking to Harrison... And Mr. Aizawa was holding the man and yelling at Mic... Could they... could they really all be in a relationship like Present Mic had jokingly implied? Shinsou went red-faced as it all kind of finally hit him. He was literally standing in the room of three people that may be... doing stuff together... One his teacher... And the parents(?) Of his only friend and love of his life when well she/he(?)... was not a 3 or so year old... This was way too weird! Shinsou wasn't even sure what to think. He... felt a little faint.
"Shin'so?" A soft voice crooned. Startling the boy from his deep thoughts. He was quick to turn his head to locate the owner of the small sweet voice. Startled that Harrison had been there the whole time apparently. Wrapped up in brightly colored blankets like a burrito and surrounded by pillows it was hard to even see Harrison's face let alone tell he was even in the room. Kid Harry was as tiny as he/she(?) was stealthy.
Shinsou couldn't help but smile at his friend. His heart fluttering at the sight of those kind trusting luminescent eyes. If they-they had kids would they have the same eyes? A bright blush tinted the boy's cheeks as he comprehended what he was thinking about. D-did he really just think about something like that? Oh man, he had it really really bad, didn't he? How embarrassing! And yet... the feeling.. It wouldn't go away... The-the smile.. Even though not a stupid grin, he could still feel it lighting up his face.
"There you are! Dark Shadow and I were quite worried about you! Please do not run off like that again. It is upsetting that you would not come to us if you where unhappy." Fumikage said, automatically holding out his arms and allowing Harrison to dive into them, sniffling. Already quite use to his friend's love of cuddles. Although he wasn't usually a fan of physical contact he couldn't help but enjoy it if it was from his petite emotional friend. "Everything will be fine. I am sure that your father will be alright, he is a strong man. He has a fighting spirit." Fumikage said reassuringly, patting his friend's head and running fingers through silken smooth hair.
"Want thems." Harry muttered, teary eyed.
"I know and I am sure that they will at the very least call us before bed. You will see them soon." Fumikage explained. Trying not to eye the blinding bed spread. He had known that Mr. Yagi had an obsession with All Might but this... well was complete and utter over kill! He had only respect for the hero but how was one able to even sleep with how bright everything in the room was? He smiled as Harry nuzzled into his petting hand with a calmed expression and muttering affectionately about his birdies.
Anger and irritation filled every fiber of Shinsou. Harrison had wanted him, his reassurance and of course the bird hero wannabee immediately took away all of his focus! Attention seeking. Pretending to stick up for him just in case Harrison was close enough to over hear then right as Harrison wanted him for comfort the bird boy immediately had to step in, to make sure that he was viewed in a better light then he himself. Shinsou was sure if he had a 'heroic' quirk. Something like All Might, than he wouldn't have pulled something like that. People like him.. It wasn't like he had ever been looked down on. Familiar bitterness swept through the lavender haired teen.
"Hey, so you found her? What a relief! You can't been running off like that Har' that was like, super scary!" Kirishima all but wailed. Zipping over to the pair. "Wow. It's bright in here! Super manly!" He said, temperately distracting himself.
Eyeing a shaking frowning, Shinsou, Harrison's brows furrowed and he pulled away from his friend. "Shin'so!" Harry called out, holding his arms up for the teen just as Fumikage had done for him.
The bitter edges immediately faded away from the lavender teen's face, leaving a wistful smile and softened eyes. He rolled them teasingly. "Alright-alright. Lets get you something to eat." The tall teen said. Instantly in a much better mood. Harrison wasn't like them. Never like them and he would just have to focus on that. Even if Harrison was never more than a friend... H-Harrison believed in him and was genuinely kind to him and he wouldn't give that up just because the rest of them couldn't see him for who he really was. Not like Harry. He.. He would be a hero no matter what!
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"This couch is so comfy!" Uraraka exclaimed, giggling as she flopped herself onto the piece of furniture. Rolling her eyes as Iida immediately gasped in horror and began to lecture her on proper furniture etiquette and how one doesn't eat on the couch when guests at someone's home. His arms frantically chopped at the air in his entice speech.
Harry on the other hand was concentrating on doing his best to help Kirishima clean vegetables as Fumikage chopped them and Shinsou scrolled through his phone to try and figure out how to properly cook steak and chicken. He himself, normally stuck to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cups of ramen to cut down costs. He wasn't a bad cook but he would even admit, himself, that he was far from the best or most experienced.
He nearly jumped when his phone suddenly started ringing. Who in the hell would call him? He didn't even recognize the number. Shinsou shrugged with a exhausted yawn and grabbed the salt, deciding it should be okay to simply pore it over the chicken. It said you were supposed to add salt to make sure food wasn't bland after all.
The home phone rung only seconds after his cell. Shinsou grumbled under his breath and grabbed it before Iida could. He was sure the stuck up idiot would freak out whom ever was on the other end. "Hello? Sorry but Mr.-" He was cut off again, for at least the third time that day alone.
"Don't you dare dump crap all over my chicken. That shit's organic. Do you have any idea how expensive getting organic poultry is?" The voice on the other end growled.
"W-What?" Shinsou stuttered, alarmed. Who in the hell?
"I'll be there in 10 minutes and I don't want you to do any-... Hizashi, take a right, a right! Damn it, I told you this way was under construction! Really? One lane? This is ridiculous." The man on the other end of the phone complained.
"Shouta baby, I'm sorry! That guy cut me off!" A loud, familiar voice hissed mumbling about inconsiderate jerks in the background.
"I told you your banned from endearments!" The man grumbled, getting a petulant whine of 'NO!' in return. Which was ignored. "Alright, make that 15- really your letting them go before us? Is that Brickjack directing traffic? It's Brickjack, saw me didn't he?" There was a long suffering sigh. "That prick... It'll be about 20 minutes before we get back... Don't mess with anything, we'll cook. I'm not going to have you brats burning down the house." The man grumbled. "Now put my beef and chicken away and stop Kirishima from cutting up my onions. They will be useless then and I don't want to have to buy more. I already have everything all marinated and ready to cook." The man said in a bored tone of voice.
"W-wait how do you?-"
"Tell Iida to stop reorganizing the living room to... I finally managed to arrange it how I like everything." The grumpy man drawled, letting out an irritated noise.
"Whhhhat?! He better not be goin' through my DVD collection! It's already hard enough to navigate it with everything put into alphabetical order!" Present Mic shrieked in the background.
"I told you already. It's a more logical way to keep everything. I'm not going to argue with you over this again."
What the hell was going on? Shinsou couldn't remember the last time he felt so confused.
"Anyway, sorry for keeping you. We'll be there in less than 10 minutes. Make sure Kirishima doesn't cut up those onions and that you put the meat away." The man grunted, the phone made a click then obnoxious beeps of disconnection.
"Um... Okay?" Shinsou said, confusion coloring his voice as he stared at the phone in his hands. "I-I think Harrison's mom(?) just called? He said that he doesn't want any onions cut up and that he and Mr. Present Mic will be here in the next few minutes." The lavender haired teen explained. Eyes darting around. Once he realized Kirishima was indeed about to bring a knife down on an onion. What the hell? How did he know that? Crazy.
"O..kay?"
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Harry eagerly dove into Aizawa's open arms. Nuzzling against the man's stubbly chin in his excitement as he was picked up. "Mum'my!" He whined, happy tears immediately beginning to fill his eyes at the very presence of the man.
"I know. I know." The man crooned, lightly bouncing his child. Deliberately narrowing his eyes at Hizashi, making sure the other man was sure to feel his displeasure. What was the idiot thinking? Leaving their son with these brats? Of course his Harrison would be traumatized! He patted his son on the head affectionately and slid him to sit on his hip. "Don't worry, this won't be happening again. You will be coming with us tomorrow." The man calmly told Harrison as he walked past protesting teens and made his way into the living room then to a closet before pulling out a sleeping bag. Humming quietly to Harrison as his sweet fearful child clung to him desperately.
The man grumbled under his breath as he briskly walked past the group, ignoring a whining Hizashi. "Wake us up when the food's done." The man demanded. Deciding that having to cook with half a dozen obnoxious teens should be a decent start to his friend's punishment. His Harrison obviously needed some cuddles and one on one time with him. It didn't help that he hadn't even taken a nap all day.
"WHAAAAT?! But Shouta!" Hizashi whined. Grimacing as the teens began asking rapid fire questions all around him.
"Harrison's obviously stressed out and tired. He needs some quiet time." Aizawa immediately pointed out.
Hizashi's next complaint died on his tongue. His expression softened as he eyed Harrison's slumped teary eyed form. He rubbed the back of his head. "Alright, but I get to pick the movie and you gotta watch it with us, 'kay?" Hizashi insisted, smirking sadistically.
"Yeah... what ever. I was already expecting you to say something like that." Aizawa said waving the other man off.
"ALL RIGHT MA' LISTE-NERS! GET OUT A' MY WAY AND YOU'LL GET TO SEE A REAL PRO IN THE KITCHEN, YA' DIG, YEAAAAH?!" Hizashi eagerly shrieked as he snatched up a knife and began to enthusiastically chop at the array of veggies still on the cutting board. Loving the freaked out and awed looks on his student's faces.
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"Um... Sir... You are still in your sleeping bag... and you are at the dinning room table." Iida tentatively pointed out.
"Huh. I am? I don't think we have eaten in here before." Aizawa pointed out nonchalantly as he blinked at a snail's pace. "Hey, Harrison. Are you hungry?" The man grumbled.
"Wait... Where is Harr' sir?" Kirishima asked doing his best not to squeak. Eyes wide and frightened.
"Your right! If she is sleeping all on her own. That-that could be detrimental! She could-could-" Iida cut himself off simply from the pure horror that ran through his mind. He and the others were instantly on their feet, searching through the house.
A zipping sound and Harrison's head popped out from the over stuffed sleeping bag, wiggling his uninjured arm out.
"Uh... You going to tell 'em?" Hizashi asked pointing his thumb at the frantic teens before taking a gulp of coffee.
"Huh, no... why?" Aizawa deadpanned, taking a gulp of his own cup of coffee. His attention then was completely back to his now much calmer son. He carefully cut up a few pieces of chicken and offered one to Harrison who hesitantly ate it. He didn't seem to ever be nearly as enthused to eat poultry than he was to eat red meat. Beef seemed to be his absolute favorite thing to eat. Shouta actually wondered if the reason Harrison preferred it was because he was willing to cook his steak less. The whole canine/carnivorous like thing flavoring the boy's taste for blood.
"Well.. There you know... kind of freaking out.." Hizashi pointed out. Looking mildly concerned even as he took a bite of his veggies. "Hey, Harry sweetie, you want some of Daddy's? It's good!" Hizashi asked, easily getting distracted by his baby boy's big green eyes looking up at him attentively. Adoration instantly bubbling up in his chest to nearly overflowing at the sight of his 'momma' Shouta and 'their' sweet child. Their child that looked so much like the best traits of both of them that it wouldn't take even the slightest of efforts to pretend that he was actually made from the both of them. That Shouta was actually his Momma and he was his Daddy by blood.
Hizashi wished that Harry could just stay that way forever. He was so much happier that way too. He was sure that Toshi would feel the same way! Toshi was so cute to! Hizashi was sure that he could easily convince Shouta to accept him if the man hadn't already. It wouldn't be hard. The meek man was such a sweety pie, just like their Harry! "Here baby doll." Hizashi cooed, leaning over to put his fork to Harrison's mouth.
"You're teaching him terrible table manners." Aizawa complained.
"Says the guy who keeps feeding him." Hizashi teased.
"Yeah, so... I.. Just... don't want him spilling on me." Shouta muttered. The look he gave the other man was just daring him to disagree with him.
"Of course Shouta, I dig!" Hizashi readily agreed. No way in hell was he going to disagree with his handsome muffin, especially after everything that had happened that day... partially because of him. Shouta had been more than a little moody with him since the... incident at the mall earlier that day. Hizashi was happy that Harr' was at least making the other man perk up a bit. Though he himself was still feeling a bit peeved that the group of teens hadn't even started making food until nearly 8:30 at night. Harry was quite obviously hungry as he wasn't doing his normal bird-like picking while eating unless low on sugar. Instead he was greedily devouring everything offered to him. Much like an infant the three had to feed Harrison every few hours with his ridiculous metabolism and lackluster appetite, being more of a grazer.
"Where Toe Daddy?" Harry asked between bites, eyes darting around like he expected the thin man to suddenly walk out from some hiding place.
Shouta froze momentarily before bringing another forkful to Harrison's mouth. Hizashi sat, ridged next to him guilt and embarrassment plain as day on his face.
"Well... you see..." Shouta began, unsure exactly what to say. Irritation crossed his face as his phone buzzed. He yanked it out of his pocket intending to turn it off. His eyes began glowing red at the sight that greeted him. The bedrooms were trashed. Those brats were so getting it! Shouta plopped Harrison in Hizashi's lap grumbling under his breath.
"Shou-Shouta... Baby? Is... everything alright?" The blond nervously asked, gulping. He so looked like he was about to go on a war path. He just hoped it wasn't anything that he did. Though he gave him Harry though... so...
"No it's not!" The dark haired man hissed, thrusting his phone in his friend's face. "Look at what those brats did!" Shouta growled. Trembling in anger at very sight of what he saw on his screen.
"Wait, what? But these are... there the bedrooms? Di-did you put cameras in all the rooms?!" Hizashi eeped, looking completely scandalized.
Shouta rolled his eyes. "Of course I did! I'm not going to live somewhere that isn't secure. Anyway, I wanted to... make sure that Harrison and Toshinori were alright if we were ever gone. Their a danger to themselves you know!"
"E-even in the bathroom?"
"Of course! That's where I started after that spider villain escaped, I felt like it was one of the best rooms to monitor. He obviously... preferred that environment as Harrison told me that the spider had only ever been encountered in an actual bathroom." Shouta explained.
"What, spider?!"
"Yes, spider. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go... punish some students." The man rumbled, yanking at his capture weapon. "Make sure he eats more than just meat." Aizawa ordered.
"Um... Okay Shouta Baby." The man squeaked.
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"Harry was with you the whole time?!" The group shrieked. Getting an incredulous look from their teacher.
"Of course he was! Did you really think I would really just leave him all alone?" The man asked, dully, hand on his hip.
"Well no but-"
"Shut up.. Just.. Just." The man sighed, running a hand through his hair. Why was 3 year old Harry easier to deal with than this lot, honestly? "Clean up the mess you made... I don't want Toshinori coming home to this."
"O-of course sir! I am so sorry, please don't be mad! We'll clean it up right away!" Uraraka insisted, looking nearly in tears at the mention of the rail thin man.
"Yes, of course we will! I promise upon my honor as class president that I, Tenya Iida will complete this task before eating." Iida said, enthusiastically bowing to his teacher.
"Yes, as will Dark Shadow and I." Fumikage readily agreed.
"Well... It wasn't like I was going to give any of you a choice anyway." Shouta said bluntly. Getting a frown from his students and a snort and amused smirk from Shinsou.
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"We're going to bed." Aizawa grumbled unenthusiastically. Not a fan of loud obnoxious teens shrieking over loud and obnoxious movies.
"What? But I thought we were all having a sleep over!" Kirishima pouted.
Uraraka nodded. "Yeah! I thought that we were going to you know, make it a thing! We even drug out the sleeping bags and blankets we saw in Harry's closet!" She added.
"She's got a point." Hizashi teased, though looking a little put out that Shouta got to cuddle with their baby doll for what the 3rd? No, at least 4th night in a row! Totally not fair just because he went to bed before him and Toshi! "Anyways, I want to cuddle with our littlest listener tonight! I was going ta read to him and everything!" Hizashi whined giving the man his best puppy dog eyes.
"No. Harrison needs to actually go to sleep. It's nearly midnight. He's going to be extremely cranky in the morning already. Even worse, he's going to be fussy and unwilling to eat at all if he doesn't head to bed." Aizawa grumbled impatient to go to bed.
"But didn't you say you have to finish up that grading anyways?" Hizashi pointed out.
Shouta groaned and ran a hand over his face. Damn it!
"I can take Harry. I am actually rather tired." Fumikage offered, carefully standing up and stepping over Shinsou, who was already dead to the world and sleeping on the floor.
Aizawa eyed the teen critically. He would probably have to help get Toshinori settled back in if he was released the next day... and he probably wouldn't be able to finish up grading the essays the next day if he didn't get it done... Also... Tokoyami was good friend's with his Harrison... If he got the papers done... then he could possibly also go to bed early the next day as well... "You sure?" Aizawa asked after several minutes.
"Of course. I got up earlier than usual this morning and Harrison lays all over me, all the time. I am use to it by now so it does not bother me in the slightest." The bird headed teen explained.
"Fine... Just... make sure to use a sleeping bag, even if you just lay it over the two of you. It's easier to keep his body temperature up that way... Harrison needs it... pretty quiet to sleep with his enhanced hearing so I... guess you can sleep in Harrison's room.. Don't forget Paddy, by the way. Can't sleep without him." Aizawa explained, as he passed his son over to the teen and held out the worn stuffed dog.
Fumikage nodded. "Of course." He said, nodding at his teacher politely. He smiled a little as Harry clung to his T-shirt, muttering something about his Birdie under his breath. Making the teen nearly preen... though he wasn't... really sure why.
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It hadn't been so bad. Fumikage was worried that it would feel awkward or something to be cuddled up with his now toddler friend to sleep but it hadn't been. It was just like when they took naps together when they hung out together after school or on the weekends. Harry was of course, like an octopi, clinging to him. The sleeping bag's warmth made him more tired and out of it than he normally was. Repeatedly dragging him back to sleep. It helped that his friend's bed was practically a nest.
"Get up get up! Fumikage!" A croaky voice whined, yanking at Fumikage's sensitive feathers. Jolting him awake.
"What do you want? You are being very rude." Fumikage grumbled, running a hand over his tender plumage, letting out a barely concealed hiss of discomfort. "Don't tell me you are bored or something."
"Of course not, I would never do that!" Dark Shadow insisted, rubbing the back of his head at the incredulous look he got. "I-I wouldn't do that now... I mean..." He meeped. Straightening up, "Anyway, our Harrison isn't here anymore!"
"Wait, what are you-" Panic flooded Fumikage's system as he tossed the sleeping bag aside. Dark Shadow hadn't been joking. Harrison wasn't there. He reasoned that he was probably feeling an irrational panic with as many people as there were in the house but a justifiable one with so man knives and cleaning chemicals in easy to reach spots under all of the sinks in the house. Especially as it was still rather early on a weekend. it was unlikely that anyone else was up! Fumikage was quick to get up after that. Not bothering to get on his clothing from the day before. Instead he sprang up and left the room to find his best friend.
"Finally someone else is up besides me! This was ridiculous Tokoyami! It is nearly 8! 8!Unlike Mr. Aizawa who was dedicated enough to our education and stayed up until nearly 30 minutes after I woke up this morning, none of us should be sleeping right now. It is truly shameful how much of the day has been wasted!" Iida exclaimed the very moment the other boy even stepped foot into the kitchen.
Iida just didn't get it. Why was everyone still sleeping? He had even set an alarm for 6 instead of 5 like he normally did! Giving everyone an extra hour of sleep. Iida was just glad that Harrison was so well behaved even if a little cranky. She seemed to have been the only other one to wake to his alarm. Though a nervous wreck, she had come off as extremely punctual and organized when at school.
Tenya definitely felt at a lose though. Being the younger Iida child and having no one around with a baby or toddler. He wasn't really sure how to do anything with a small child. And shamefully enough had to even consult his phone for advice on how to even carry a child properly. Afraid of harming Harrison like he had done the day before at the mall.
Harry eagerly held up his hands, making grabby motions. "My birdies!" he huffed, squirming in Iida's hold. Dark Shadow immediately gushed nearly seizing in cute overload.
"Harrison I will have to ask you not to do that! I do not want to drop you!" Iida squawked, stumbling as he tried to steady Harrison.
"No! My Birdies! Mine!" Harry insisted. Grouchy pout on his sleepy looking face.
"But I-"
"Come here my floofy!" Dark Shadow cooed, excitedly holding out his arms to Harrison.
Iida, along with another, yowled in alarm as Harry eagerly sprung into the shadow's outstretched arms. Eagerly nuzzling against the shadow creature.
"My baby doll!" A voice gasped.
"P-Present Mic sir!" Iida exclaimed, twisting around.
The man had a slacked jaw, green eyes vivid and wild. He looked close to tears and trembling head to foot. Clearly terrified.
"Ses' Daddy?" Harry said, pulling away from cuddling with his Sha'dow birdie. Tears welling up in his eyes at the sight of his Daddy so upset. He immediately burst into tears when tears forced their way from Hizashi's eyes. The weird itchy wiggly feeling was under his skin again making him cry even more.
"It-it's okay baby! Don't cry little listener, Second Daddy was just s-super scared!" Hizashi crooned, wiping at his eyes. The man glared viciously at the pair of teens even as he kept his tone sickly sweet. The look in his eyes gave the teens/shadow entity the distinct impression that the man wasn't anywhere near what could be considered completely stable.
"Wow! What's... going on in here?" Shinsou tentatively asked. Getting more than mildly scary vibes from his teacher. He looked so different with his hair down, actually really attractive.
"Nothing... nothing." Hizashi exclaimed holding out his arms while giving a wide eyed Dark Shadow a pointed look and wiggled his fingers.
"Come here Harry sweetie!" Hizashi cooed. Snatching his son back. The man gently rubbed at his baby boy's back and rocked him. "It's alright. Second Daddy's fine. I'm fine." The man insisted high pitched in an attempt to sooth. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end slowly ease its way down as Harry nuzzled his tear dampened face against his neck and settled down.
"I-I don't understand, why was she crying sir?" Iida asked completely flabbergasted.
"Harrison is extremely empathetic. It's likely... that Harrison cried because Mr. Present Mic was crying." Fumikage pointed out eyeing his teacher a little warily still even as the man was now completely engrossed in babying and swinging around his mini-muffin, making 'wwwweeee' noises as he whipped the toddler around in the air.
Iida nodded, carefully stepping away from the pair. "That... does make sense. But... why hasn't he cried when Midoriya does then?" he pondered.
Shinsou snorted, "Easy, Harrison obviously isn't attached to who ever you're talking about... Harry usually only really gets... super emotional when it comes to people that she's(?) Really attached to. And... well Harry talks a lot about people that she really seems to like... and I have never heard a peep about some one named Midoriya."
"What?! But Midoriya is an honorable and exemplary student!"
"Hey, chill it yo! All this fighting is goin' to upset my baby doll again! I don' want the only things he remembers when he's poofed back into teenhood ta' be everyone around him being upset with each other and arguing all the time, you dig?" Hizashi scolded, cuddling his adorable sweetie pie close.
Shinsou's brows furrowed. Again... He?
"You guys are so loud!" Uraraka complained, yawning into her fist as she stumbled away from the sleeping pile in the living room area. "I'm really hungry, does anyone know how to make anything good for breakfast?"
Hizashi flashed her a look of pained disbelief. "Uh... You do know that I was the one that cooked up all of that grub last night... right?" He said, pointing to himself. "Take him for a bit, yeah?" The man said, pointedly giving Harry to Shinsou who couldn't help but smirk at Iida and Dark Shadow's irritated expressions.
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"I still can't believe you brought all of those brats home!" Shouta hissed, giving Hizashi the hairy eyeball.
"I'm sorry Shouta Baby! I panicked! I wasn't thinking at all!" Hizashi whined. Giving the man puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah, and that's the only reason I'm even putting up with you right now." Aizawa grumbled while rolling his eyes. He shifted Harry, whom was sleeping in his arms little hands clinging to his captor weapon.
"There you are! I was supposed to be discharge nearly half an hour ago. I was worried you guys... forgot about me or something." Toshinori exclaimed, relief clear as day on his face.
"Of course not!" Hizashi squawked, scandalized.
"No... We just had to get rid of the lazy ravenous brats that refused to leave." Shouta grumbled irritably, shooting Hizashi an annoyed look before plopping himself in a chair.
"Wait, so they-they spent the night?" Toshinori exclaimed flailing.
Hizashi eeped, immediately rushing to the pale man's side. "Calm down, please calm down my lemon tart!"
"Wait, lemon tart? Why lemon tart?" Toshinori asked. Giving the other man a weirded out look.
"Because your hair is like lemon and your sweet like a tart!" Hizashi insisted.
"Sounds like your calling him a sour slut."
"NO! It's endearing!" Hizashi denied. Putting his hand over his heart for emphasis. "I said it with love!"
"Yeah and you hand a walker down the street enough money they can say plenty 'with love' to." Aizawa snorted, rubbing at Harrison's Back.
Toshinori choke going bright red, even mortified, a snicker passed his lips.
"You are both horrible! I'm trying to be sweet and ya' tease me yo, it ain't fair!" Hizashi pouted, crossing his arms.
"Don't be that way Hizashi." Shouta drawled, a playful smile on his face.
"Why not, going to banned me from sweet talking you again?" Hizashi muttered petulantly.
Aizawa snorted, quirking his lip a bit. "No... Because when you look... cute. Like that... it makes me want kiss you, idiot."
Wait... did he really just? Was serious, always in business mode Shouta actually... f-flirting?
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"I'm fine really! You-you both don't need to worry over me..." Toshinori insisted, face bright red.
"Nonsense! This ain't a bother!" Hizashi insisted, fluffing up the man's pillow.
"Well... um thank you!"
Hizashi simply grinned at the other man, helping to arrange the pillow behind his back before walking to the other side of the massive bed and dove in, sitting his glasses on the bedside table before scooting in and sprawling out. "You're so cute!" Hizashi laughed at the flustered man.
"I-I'm not!" Toshinori meeped, hands on his cheeks.
"Are so! Isn't that right baby doll? He's a cutie right?" Hizashi insisted.
"Yeah, Daddy's cutiest!" Harry sleepily agreed, snugged up against Toshinori's side.
"See?!"
"Quiet down and stop moving your legs around I'm trying to sleep." Shouta hissed.
"Well if you don't want to be poked by my feet then maybe you shouldn't be sleeping at the end of the bed like a dog or something and be wiggling your way up here, with us!" Hizashi teased.
"You cling." Shouta dead panned.
"Out of love~!" Hizashi guffed, affronted.
"I know other things that can cling... out of 'love'." Shouta muttered. Smirking when he heard a choking noise.
"SHOUUUUTA! You can't say... stuff like that when Harr's awake! Don' be tainting our adorable baby boy's precious innocent mind!" Hizashi squawked. As Toshinori gawked and covered Harry's ears.
The brunet rolled his eyes. "He's asleep, now turn off the light and go to sleep."
"Yes mom!"
End Chapter 10
So I hope everyone liked this new chapter!
Only 1 more chapter before we decided who Harry ends up with!
I am going to relaunch the poll by the way, though without Todoroki as I think that he and Harry wouldn't be good for each other. You can tell me why you want him and Harry together in the comments though and I may change it.
I have started making fanart of possible love children from Harry and other characters together with him. If you want to see them than head to my facebook page!
So the reason I have been practically silent for a while is because I have been going through some major stuff with my family. It has been very stressful. My grandfather has to get a triple bypass but has less than a 50% chance of even surviving because his blood is so thin it is like water after months and months of trying to get him to produce platelet. Then last week my grandmother called me and told me that my dog was at the vet because she was extremely sick. She ended up getting sent home Friday and took a turn for the worse and died right next to my grandmother 1am, Sunday. It's been very depressing.
Please review! I would love to hear what you guys think and who you want Harry with for what reason!