Setting a Hurricane of Feelings Ablaze

by Yazziyou's Daydreamer

Sirius couldn't pick a worse time to mess up a spell on the floo because once Harry goes to use it he never comes back. In a place where Heroes & Villains exist with powers straight out of a comic book,Harry must learn to cope & thrive in a new world. It's hard when his magic changes & forms a powerful destructive quirk and his adoptive dad thinks he should be a hero!M/M

11. Chapter 11

So this chapter ended up being 6296 words without Author's notes. I hope everyone ends up liking this. Sorry I didn't get it done sooner but I was busy with school and my dog died during mid-terms. First with mid-term projects then homework over spring break. I decided after getting that done that I was going to try to get as much of one of my classes done as possible to simply get it out of the way. I managed to get most of the rest of the semester done for that class.

I was kind of depressed over spring break as well because for some reason I would do things or say things because I would expect my little dog, Gianna(Gigi), to be there and then it would kind of hit me that had passed away over and over again and it was just kind of awful.

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Another, much happier, fun filled week had passed and an odd impending dread had filled the three men. Harrison would turn back to his original age any day, at anytime. It was kind of depressing, knowing that. They almost wished that he would stay that way forever. Harry's quirk hadn't acted up even once. He was so happy and... they were afraid that he would be just as sad and out of control as he had been before.

What if what happened actually made everything worse? His memories getting all twisted up and written over. Would he resent them? What would even be clear to him? Would he even remember the weeks that they had together with him as a tot? Would he simply just poof back to being a teen or would it be a long painful process? There were far too many questions for them. Ones that they all quickly realized they didn't really want answered. Why couldn't he just stay as a child and age normally?

"Hey, is it just me... or is he getting bigger?" Hizashi pointed out. "His hair, it's longer to!"

"What?" Aizawa growled, immediately eying his sprawled out son laying on a couch. His eyes roved over his too short pant legs and hair covering his face, his face looked like it could be a little older as well. Something in his chest tightened like a sickening noose. A deep troubling disappointment settled in. "Your... right... I think he might be a bit older." The brunet agreed, a bitterness flavoring his mouth.

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"Harrison, come here." Aizawa ordered, immediately running a hand over his son's wild silken hair. "Were you good for Ectoplasm?" He asked, leaning down to be more at eye level.

Harry grinned his fangs more prominent than they were even that morning. It made the man's chest ache. "Of course Mummy!"

"Did you have fun?" The brunet asked, a smile tugging at his lips as Harrison eagerly recapped what they did together.

Hizashi easily took over as Ectoplasm began speaking. Gushing over and exclaiming in wonder at Harry's enthusiastic explanation of what they had done that day.

"He was actually very well behaved and is such a sweetheart! We had a really good time." Ectoplasm assured.

"Good... He... looks older already." Aizawa muttered.. Something akin to heart ache in his voice.

"Don't worry about that. He talked nonstop about his 'mommy' all day long. He really looks up to you! He thinks you're amazing." Ectoplasm assured the man.

"But... what about when he is back to his actual... age?"

"I... He said some things that alarmed me a bit... actually... He seems to think that you did things together that I know that you couldn't have. Like... maybe his memories are being rewritten by the quirk...completely?" Ectoplasm admitted.

Aizawa's eyebrows furrowed, "W-what?"

The man nodded. "I would possibly talk to Yagi but... some things just didn't make any sense... Anyway... I have to go.. Just talk to him... alright?"

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"I-I had a really bad dream can-can I sleep with you?" Harry sniffled, rubbing at his eyes.

"Of course baby doll! You can sleep with Daddy's anytime sweetie! I don't like you getting cold anyway!" Hizashi cooed. "What was the bad dream about?"

"I dreamed that-that I felt like I was being torn apart and it was dark and spinning and then I was suddenly in... brightness. After that everything is kind of hazy but... there were buildings and screaming and-and I felt like I couldn't breath I was so scared! Then I felt weak and my chest hurt bad... My leg hurt so bad I felt like I was going to be sick! Then... it all went black and I was in a hospital and mom was there but it-it was like I didn't even know him... Then-then there was a skip or something... and you and Mom were fighting with Dad and-and he took me away from the both of you!" Harry explained, tears in his eyes.

"Oh, come here baby doll, it's okay!" Hizashi exclaimed, mirroring his son, tears welling up in his eyes as well. His arms wide open, inviting Harry to dive into them.

Harry did just that, half sprawling over the man burying his face into the man's neck.

Hizashi and Toshinori exchanged meaningful looks even as the smaller long haired blond soothingly rubbed at his mini-muffin's back muttering soothing sweet nothings to now, their, frightened child. "Daddies are here baby, we'll keep the bad dreams away best we can, promise!"

Toshinori's cheeks hardly even pinked at the other man's words after over 2 weeks of the man's flirting and teasing. Instead he helped pull the blanket over Harry and ran a massive hand over Harry's head, soothing him just like he liked. "Go to sleep my sweet boy, it's alright." The man assured his son. The urge to throw up churned his nonexistent guts. Fighting parents... that's what he remembered the situation as? And... him taking Harry away and not letting them see him. Though it-it was true... it made him feel... feel like garbage. Like a villain.

Toshinori wanted to cry but he couldn't let himself, not with Harry around... He didn't want to burden his son with that... And Hizashi... He didn't deserve to cry over something like that, he didn't have the right when he had destroyed what happiness that the three could have shared together... And he-he was still so disgustingly selfish though... And wouldn't have given Harrison up for the world. How could he have been-been so deserving of both men's forgiveness and getting to share his son with them?

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Harry's face scrunched up in confusion. "Why do you have another house?" Harry asked Hizashi, tone a bit nervous.

"Oh! Um... because... because I needed a studio, yeah. Totally that reason." Hizashi said, laughing awkwardly and doing finger guns.

"But why would you need a whole house... It seems kind of a wasted... I mean it's amazing and has a yard and everything but no one even lives in it! That seems kind of sad... I wonder why I don't remember it though?..." Harry pointed out.

Hizashi smiled uncomfortably and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah... Um... Your mom wasn't pleased... about it?... You know how he is!... and um, just got it not too long ago." He tried.

Harry immediately smiled at the man and nodded with a bit of a giggle. "Yeah, your right. Mom probably was furious over the waste of money but didn't want to cause a fight so he pretended it didn't exist." Harry assumed. Hizashi immediately agreed with him. He along with the others had been afraid, after interrogating the doctor about what was going on with Harrison's memory, that if they didn't go along with what he 'remembered' that it could make the now almost teen lose his mind. He had never even thought of his house in the whole situation.

It had only been a little under a month but he was now pretty much living full time at Toshi's with his Shouta and Harrison... What was he supposed to do with it now? The place never really felt like a home... more a place to store his crap than anything else. It was larger though... and Harry was right... it had a pretty good sized yard, huge really for living in a more urban area... Though... he never touched it... maybe he should talk to the other two about moving there? Then Toshi wouldn't have to have his old truck in that ridiculously priced parking over a mile from the house anymore either... He knew that Shouta probably would think that it was a good idea but he wasn't sure if Toshi would. It wasn't like they had been together for years like he and Shouta. Did Toshi even consider the three of them to be in a relationship like he and Shouta did? (No matter what the grouchy cat of a man said)

"Let's grab those clothes that Midnight dropped off and get back home, yeah? Toshi's cooking tonight so we got to get back home to make sure he doesn't ya' know, burn the place down." Hizashi muttered, nervously. The man was a total disaster in the kitchen, they had learned. No wonder Toshi and Harry had ate so much take out. The man was a walking fire hazard. A cute one though. He couldn't help but snort as Harrison cringed at the thought of his dad cooking.

"Is Mom helping him?" Harry hesitantly asked. He really didn't want to hurt his dad's feelings but what he made was practically inedible.

"Nope, Momma Shouta's stuck on detention duty. Just got a text. That's why we got to get home fast." Hizashi explained, genuinely worried if they would even have a house to get back to filling his mind. Toshi was such a sweet heart... He really did try but... Shouta was right... he really was horrible at taking care of himself or well.. Doing normal everyday stuff. Poor guy.

Hizashi snatched up the box of clothing sitting on his kitchen table. Hoping that none of the clothes were... inappropriate. Maybe he should look through them before even bothering to take them home? That seemed like- His phone immediately range, Shouta's ring tone filled ears. The blond sighed. Sitting the box back down. "Yeah, Shouta Baby?"

"Get your ass back home immediately! He just set my chicken on fire Hizashi, after poring enough salt on it to brine a damn lake! My organic poultry, do you have any idea how expensive that crap is?" Shouta hissed.

"Calm down! Calm down Shouta baby! We're leaving right now, alright?" Hizashi assured the other man. "Harr', Baby doll! We got to get going! See Shouta, we're leaving right now."

"Just save the rest of my chicken Hizashi! I didn't even get it on sale!" The brunet stressed. "And the kitchen... Save the kitchen... That fire is getting pretty out of control... why aren't the fire alarms going off? Maybe I should call the fire department?" Shouta said in a tone of voice that sounded more like he was thinking along the lines of an after thought.

"WHAT?!" Hizashi shrieked. Snatching up the box and rushing out of the door, fumbling with his keys. "HARRY-Harrison baby doll, we got to go now!" Hizashi squawked, doing his best to control the volume of his voice. He threw the box in the back of the car and dove into the front seat. Not even bothering to put his seat belt on. The man only had enough sense about him to snatch Harrison's own seatbelt when his Harry fumbled from nerves to clip it in and clipped it for him. Hizashi's foot was on the gas before Harrison could even comprehend what was going on, speeding off in the direction of their house only a ten or so minute walk away.

Hizashi was out of the car the very second he put his car into park sprinting to the house and leaving behind a very confused and frightened Harrison. He froze for only a moment before managing to unclip his seatbelt and getting out of he car as well. Harry also ran to the house, worried. Did something happen to dad again? He hadn't been really sick in a long long time. Tears filled Harry's eyes at the thought. By the time Harry had gotten to the kitchen Daddy was dancing around in a panic doing his best to throw baking soda onto a pan with a raging fire in it. The air was absolutely thick with black smoke. Dad was waving his hands around and hopping foot to foot in a clear terror and being completely unhelpful. The man was surely going to beat himself up later, like he always ended up doing when he could be the 'hero' of a situation. Harry rubbed at his eyes and coughed as the smoke irritated him.

After the fire finally died down. Hizashi grabbed an oven mit and snatched up the pan, rushing outside with it.

"Harr' sweety pie, could you help me air the place out?" Hizashi asked his voice a little croaky as he walked back in, much calmer than before. He frowned at Toshi who coughed like he might spit up a lung. "Com'er Toshi. You shouldn't be in here." The smaller blond cooed. Immediately snatching the man's sleeve and led him from the home. Hizashi came back a few minutes later, helping Harry open the living rooms dozen and a half or so windows.

"It smells really burnt in here." Harry muttered, coughing a little still.

Hizashi rubbed at his throat. "It does. We should probably take Toshi to see Recovery Girl, just to make sure. Have her check you out to... When we get back I... guess I'll start scrubbing the walls. We may have to stay at the other house." Hizashi explained. Even as he said that nerves filled him. The blond knew that Harrison thought that he had simply been hit with a deaging quirk and that he and Shouta and Toshi were his parents. What if a change of environment started muddling up his tampered with memories? He would need to speak to Toshi and Shouta.

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"Kirishima! Why are you here? Did you get yourself in trouble?" Harry huffed. Hands on his hips as he looked at the other boy in disappointment.

"He's so your clone!" Hizashi whispered, to an unamused Aizawa. "He's such a mom!"

"No he isn't." Aizawa grumbled, slightly offended sounding.

"Why would you do that? You can't be putting off your homework!" Harry insisted. A heavy air of disappointment in his tone of voice. Kirishima droop his head and insist that he was going to do better from then on. Harry smiled sweetly at him after the eager deceleration. Affectionately hugging the other boy and telling him that he was proud of him for making that decision.

"See, totally a mom! He's even got the whole emotional manipulation thing down!" Hizashi cooed, getting a dark glare from the brunet.

"He isn't manipulative. He isn't even capable of being manipulative. The brat was being foolish and Harrison just pointed out the error of his ways. There isn't anything manipulative about it. It's logic is all." Aizawa insisted, running a hand through his hair.

"No, it's totally manipulation." Hizashi said almost casually. He grinned as Kirishima began to get hyped up while Harry insisted that he could figure out his homework and that he was intelligent and amazing. "I'm not saying that's a bad thing or anything. It's mom manipulation, the good kind. No one wants to see mom disappointed in them so when they behave badly they really get it. Makes 'em want to do better. Same with when they are good. Mom's happy with them and they want to keep that up so they do better. Harr' totally got the mom vibe." The blond explained. Finger gunning at his friend with a cheesy wink.

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"Harrison you have returned to class! I am glad that you can finally be back with us in an academic setting. Not saying that I did not enjoy your company as a um, child that is." Iida exclaimed, tone friendly and excitable.

"Y-yes... I um. Well woke up this morning... back to my normal age you see... I had to convince mom to let me join class again though. He was nervous that I might have some left over side effects of the quirk used on me." Harry explained, fidgeting with a loop of hair.

"I am glad you are able to join us." Fumikage said, walking up to the pair with the hint of a smile on his face, Immediately getting a heart melting grin in return and an eager glomp.

"Me to! Mom has been helping me work with my quirk a bit and he says I have a lot better control of it than before! It's still really hard but I can use it a little bit now." Harry said, sprawled against his best friend's side.

"Really? That's great Harr'!" Kirishima cheered, giving Harry a thumbs up.

"That's enough talking, get to your seats." Aizawa demanded walking to his podium.

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"What are you doing?"

"Shinsou! Are-are you okay? Katsuki... he was pretty mean earlier." Harry exclaimed, the larger boy's sleeve in his grasp. Tears in his eyes.

Shinsou sighed, letting his ridged stance deflate and untensed his jaw. A tiredness seeped through him but he wouldn't let Harry see that. A small almost soft smile quirked his lips at the wide eyed, honest concern on the other's face. "Y-yeah, I'm-I'll be fine. It's alright... you really don't have to worry about me. You should probably go before Mr. Aizawa starts looking for you." Shinsou pointed out even though he didn't want his friend(?) to leave him.

"Um... I-do you want to come over? I mean for the first hour or two mom is going to make me train for that sports thing my dads keep going on about... But after that we can do our homework and stuff... I-mean you don't have to! I-I just thought that it would be nice!" Harry nervously babbled going red as the other boy stared wide eyed at him for several long moments.

"Real-I mean yeah, I'd... I'd really like that.." Shinsou said, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks were dusted a dark pink. "Is it...okay though? With your parents I mean?"

Harry practically glowed at the boy's answer. He to fight the urge to hug the other boy. "I'm sure Daddy will be okay with it!... Dad probably to... even if he is a bit awkward with other people that he doesn't know very well. He's shy... like me." Harry explained, tugging at his sleeve nervously.

"Come on, Daddy's bringing us home in the car." Harry insisted after a few minutes of awkward silence. The lavender haired boy allowed Harrison to continue on holding his sleeve as he was led to the Language department of the school.

"Where have you been Baby Doll? I was getting worried something happened! You are so lucky Toshi ran off to talk to a student and your mom is running a bit late!" Hizashi scolded, a playful grin on his face.

"Sorry, I-I just wanted to ask Shinsou if he'd like to hang out for a bit. He's always so busy and I thought it would be nice! That's okay... right?" Harry stammered.

Hizashi scuffed, putting a hand on his hip and waved his hand, looking offended. "Of course my little listener, who do you think I am, your mom? I'm the cool dad, yo! Now lets go get my Shouta baby and Toshi Muffin! I don't want to be here any longer than I have to."

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"What do you think you are doing?" Shouta growled. Eyeing the lavender haired boy sitting in the grass looking ready to have a nice nap. If he didn't get to have a nap then no one would.

"Well I was going to-"

"You are going to get up and train with us. It isn't optional. You come home with us, you aren't wasting mine or anyone elses time including your own. How do you expect to get transferred to the hero courses if you don't ever even train in the time you have to do so?" Aizawa lectured.

Shinsou immediately tensed forcing himself to his feet, his fists and teeth clenched in anger. "What are you talking about? You don't know anything!"

Shouta snorted. "Do you really think you are the first abandoned brat with a bad quirk for the entrance exams? I ended up in general studies to at first. My quirk was perfect for the sports festival though, just like yours." The man pointed out. "But unlike you I took the logical steps to strengthen and build up my body before hand."

"This is the first day I have had off more than a couple of hours in Months!" Shinsou blurted, quickly catching himself. He looked away in embarrassment at his outburst.

"Months?" Aizawa prompted, eyebrow raised. He let out an agitated huff when the teen kept his lips firmly clamped. "Brat." The man stressed.

"Nothing!"

"I'm not an idiot and I'm not going to give in. I've been hearing about you having issues with coming back to the apartments late." The brunet said, his tone and expression honest and blunt as he crossed his arms expectantly.

Shinsou cringed, defensive feeling. "I-I have no choice." He finally admitted breaking down under the man's concerned disappointed gaze, "I-work... I-I work every day... at least 5-7 hours a day after school. Sometimes longer... if I can pick up some hours. Then I... I stay up until I get my homework... done. I have 2 jobs during the week because no one will hire a high schooler full time... Then I have 2 weekend jobs... I skipped once at each of them last week so I could help watch Harrison. I haven't even slept in the last 3 days! How-how do you expect me to even have time to train when I can't even sleep with the schedule I have now?!" Shinsou babbled, unable to help himself. His woos spilled like word vomit from his mouth and no matter what he did he couldn't, for the life of him, stop. Not even as his shame and bitterness felt ready to burst him to bits. Like some over ripened grape or something. Why couldn't the man understand? He-he was just so damn tired. All he wanted was a nap, that was it! He still wanted to spend time with Harrison, he wasn't mooching!

"Why-why hadn't you gone to a teacher about this? Why are you even working so much? This is reckless and ridiculous!" Aizawa barked, sounding both concerned and a little bit horrified.

"It isn't like the teachers would care! I'm just-just a general Ed. kid, even if they did it isn't like anyone could do anything to help me. I-my scholarship only covers the main schooling costs. I have to work or I can't stay in the apartments and I won't have any-any money for food or supplies or anything!" Shinsou admitted, rubbing at his face.

"Idiot! Didn't anyone tell you that all you had to do was apply as either a ward of the state or as someone with a low to moderate income? How many hours were you even working on top of school? 35-45?" The man asked, looking more than a little ruffled.

"More like... over 60-70, actually. I usually work at least 14-16 hours a day on weekends." Shinsou explained, fidgeting at the ridged way the teacher was standing and the intense gaze he was giving him.. It was even a little unnerving. He still-still couldn't believe it though.. There was a form for that? Had he not had to be running himself into the ground like he was this whole time? He felt ready to collapse at the very thought. It wasn't fair, why hadn't anyone told him? Why did he have to suffer for so long? His eyes burned with the ache to cry but he wouldn't let them. Not in front of this man.

"That's- come with me. Your getting some sleep. Tomorrow morning we are going to straighten this all out. This working day and night thing isn't going to be happening anymore. If you want to be a hero you will still need to put the effort in though." The brunet stressed, leading the emotionally drained teenager through Present Mic's house, to a messy looking guest bedroom. "People with quirks like ours, we have it harder starting out. Keep that in mind. You won't get anywhere if you don't put everything you have into becoming a hero. It isn't a path for the feint of heart. Now get some damn sleep brat! I'm sure Harrison's picked up on how exhausted you are and is worrying. I don't like my kid worrying." Aizawa grumbled, he tossed a bright purple and red sleeping bag at the teen before leaving him to himself.

Tear prickled at the boy's eyes. Was-was this what it felt like to have an adult actually care what happened to him? The only other person that he could ever even remember being even slightly genuinely concerned for him was Harry.. But well Harrison... Was well, Harrison... Harry was a special person that was kind and loving in every way possible and had a special kind of light Shinsou didn't even think was possible to have until he met him(?) Them(?) But... Now... this teacher seemed to-to care to, his idol, Eraserhead! It was like a dream come true but.. He still couldn't even figure out how he felt about it... About anything really. It was all just too much for him. Shinsou was almost glad he was so exhausted at that point. At least he wouldn't be able to think on how he felt for very long... at least not... not until later... hopefully much later.

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"Shinsou." Harry murmured as he gently shook the other boy's shoulder. "Shinsou, it's time for dinner."

"Wha' time is it?" Shinsou slurred, rubbing at his face. He froze mid stretch, going wide eyed and red faced at the realization that Harrison was sitting right next to him. Leaning only inches from his face with that adorable look of puppy like affection. Shinsou forced himself to untense even as his heart felt like it would burst from his chest and his face felt like it was on fire.

"Around 7." Harry exclaimed his tone quieting a little. He ran a hand over his hair almost self consciously. "You can go back to sleep if you want... I know you're always tired."

"No, it's fine. I need to get my homework done." Shinsou insisted, even as his mind forced thoughts of those lovely slender hands running through his own hair and those lovely Angelic lips against his own. He nearly choked when Harry gave him one of those heart melting smiles... Maybe- he should... Shinsou hissed under his breath as Harrison sprung up and Present Mic began whining about starving to death. Ugh, worst timing ever.

Shinsou sighed and slid out from under the sleeping bag, standing up. A pleasant warmth filled his belly as Harry eagerly grabbed his hand and drug him towards the kitchen. A bubbly skip in their (?) Step. Shinsou felt the hint of a smile settle over his face as his body began to relax. Harry was just.. So-so cute and lovable! Tension drained from the teen even as his stomach filled with butterflies. He almost couldn't help it. Not when he was around Harrison. The other just had a way of lightening the anger and bitterness weighing him down without ever even needing to try. But... how could he? Harrison was just a ball of radiant brightness. He sighed as Harry darted to the bathroom to go wash her/their hands?

"You said you liked fish last time you were here, right? I cooked up a couple of kinds along with some tasty veggies and a cake for you and me yo!" Hizashi cheerfully explained. He cupped his hand around his mouth and darted his eyes around conspicuously. "That's just between me and you though yeah? Don't want my Shouta finding out about it."

"About what?" Shouta asked, looking at the other man with his hands on his hips and a strong disapproval.

"SHOUTA BABY! N-nothing at all." Hizashi squeaked, floundering when the brunet instantly made a B line to the oven.

"There's nothing over there!" Hizashi squeaked.

Aizawa gave the other man a bored dry look. He pressed the oven light button and then leaned over so he could see inside. "Your making a cake." The man stated. His tone dripping with disapproval.

"Yes I-"

"If I can't have cake anymore you can't have cake." The man said in a matter of fact tone of voice.

"I-I know Shouta. I just thought it would be nice and Harry wouldn't have to kn-"

"I don't get to have sugar anymore. You don't either. Harrison can't have it and I don't want it in our home. It's like tempting a dog with chocolate and expecting it not to eat it. There's no way that he won't end up eating it then his quirk will become unstable again, causing his body to as well, and he will become sick once again... I would love to eat all the sugary crap I want... but I don't even think that it is appropriate to have any processed sugar in the house as it seems to have an addictive quality to him. I would expect this sort of endangering illogical idiotic thing from Toshinori... but not you." Shouta huffed, his arms crossed as he spoke to the blond. His disappointed mom mode amped up to it's fullest extent as he eyed the mustached man.

He again? What was up with that. So was Harry a he or a she? Was Harry both? "You said he again." Shinsou couldn't help but to point out. Both pairs of eyes were directly on him. "Why is that?"

"What do you mean, why?" Shouta asked, clear confusion on his face. Understanding slowly eased its way over his face. "You think Harrison's a girl to don't you?" He stated, a blank expression on his face.

"So Harry's... not?" Shinsou questioned, somehow not feeling as surprised as he felt that he should be.

"Uh, no." The brunet said, tone blunt. "He's a boy. Well... sort of..."

Hizashi couldn't help but to snicker at the looks on both of the males faces.

"S-sort of?" Shinsou muttered, trying not to think about how weird it was for him to be so infatuated with someone that he wasn't even sure was a girl or boy. Was that... normal?

"Yeah! We're going to have such beautiful grandbabies! Right Shouta? And our baby doll is going to be such a good mom! Just like you Shouta baby!" Hizashi immediately gushed.

"Of course he's going to be a good mother. He is logical and intelligent. Unlike some of us." Shouta said pointedly. Getting an indignant 'hey' From his obnoxious love/friend. "Anyway, he won't be having any kids until he has at the very least graduated." Seeing Shinsou's absolutely lost look Shouta decided to explain. It wasn't like the bird didn't know and it wasn't like what Harrison was, was some sort of super huge secret or anything. Just no one asked or were intelligent enough to figure it out it seemed... "Harrison's technically a hermaphrodite." The man explained. "He's more male on the outside and is genetically considered male but he's... got the plumbing of a female on the inside... If that makes... any sense."

"Oh." Was all Shinsou could manage to say, wide eyed. He hadn't really been ready for such an explanation.

"Yeah, oh." Shouta snorted.

"Just don't tell him that Shouta told you the plumbing part cuz' that's going to totally embarrass my baby doll!" Hizashi insisted giving his love and best friend the hairy eyeball at the over sharing with a teenage boy. He was so not great with proper social etiquette. Even he was better and he knew for a fact he was way too touchy feely and loud for most people and social situations... Though he wasn't sure if he had any right to say much at that moment as only a few days prior he ended up embarrassing his manly muffin to the point he had to go to the hospital because his body couldn't take it.

Shinsou ran a hand through his hair not really sure how to react. "Of course... I... I doubt Harry would like me telling him... how his uh, mom... yeah...- I won't say anything." He said, feeling confusingly flustered.

"Say anything about what Shinsou?" Harry questioned. His gentle voice like honey to the other boy's ears.

Shinsou nearly jumped but quickly composed himself. "It's nothing to worry about, I promise." Was Shinsou's immediate response, turning to face Harrison with a small lopsided smile on his face. He did his best not to show how hard his heart was pounding from being startled so bad.

"Alright, what ever you say." Harry agreed with a shrug. The look on his face wasn't so convinced though. He wished the house wasn't sound proofed so well. Even he had trouble picking up on what people were saying if he wasn't within a few rooms of where they were. No wonder Daddy got the place. It probably was great for his recording.

Shouta crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at his blond and the lavender haired boy. Their reactions were ridiculous. It was just physiology. It wasn't like he had shown the brat how to put a condom on a banana or anything. Even with those thoughts Shouta didn't say anything.

"So um... we going to eat or what?" Hizashi asked a little bit of his enthusiasm back in his tone of voice.

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Fumikage had never thought himself as... well the jealous type. He really wasn't... usually. Since the beginning of school he and Harry did practically everything together. He had never felt more affection and enjoyment in being in another person's company, ever. Not saying that he didn't enjoy talking to his fellow classmates but it was different with Harrison. It was always different with him.

Now everyday after school he rushed home with that snarky purple haired boy. Only 3 days until the sports festival and he hadn't got to spend a single day with Harrison. Fumikage wasn't sure if.. If he could take anymore. Fumikage adored the other boy... Every waking moment without the other around was true torture. He found he couldn't concentrate any longer and that the other nearly completely consumed his every thought. He.. Was lonely... Fumikage would just have to talk to him. Yes. He was sure Harrison would understand then. He was certain the other boy felt the same way.

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Shinsou couldn't believe it. He felt better than he had in... well he wasn't sure how long. He could actually sleep! Shinsou didn't have to have 4 jobs to support himself anymore and he was getting a living stipend. On top of all of that, after the principle had scolded him for not coming to someone with his financial problems, the creature apologized and had made sure that he got reimbursed for all of the money that he had paid in unnecessarily, plus interest! The school had put most of the money in a savings account specifically so he had money for when he got out of school(Apparently under some old obscure law they had dug up he was the ward of the school so they had quite a bit more say over him that he had thought at first) but he was still allowed quite a large chunk to do as he pleased with on top of the good sized monthly stipend given to him. Shinsou had been on cloud nine and convinced that absolutely nothing better could happen to him at that point.

After class, Eraserhead had sought him out and demanded he come over that day for training. At that point Shinsou wondered if he had finally lost it and had hallucinated everything and had completely lost what little of his mind he had left. He even went so far as to discretely pinch himself to check if he was dreaming. His number 1 hero... Wanted to train him. A no one, Gen Ed. Student. That day was definitely the happiest of his life. And Harry was there... Smiling sweetly at him and encouraging him all week. No longer having every moment consumed by his jobs he soon realized wasn't actually the best thing.

All the tall lavender haired teen could think about was that class room of smug heros and when Shinsou wasn't feeling bitter about them every thought in his mind was about Harrison. At first it was simply wondering what he was doing and if he was wondering the same things about himself. What Harrison would like to eat and if he would like something. Then... well at night his thoughts... well more dreams... took a twist in a way not that unusual for an infatuated teenager. Mews and whines and warm slick thighs, that sweet voice howling Shinsou's name. What was worse was that his friend was sound asleep in the crock of his arm at the time. He had slunk away to the bathroom, hardly even having to touch himself as the thought of Harrison sprawled out in the bedroom right next door sent a thrill up his spine in the most shameful ways possible. In school Shinsou couldn't help but to constantly daydream about Harrison as a mom to their kids and tried to imagine what their kids would look like and what sort of quirks they might have. Now that he finally had the money deposited into his main account and had plenty of time to spend with his friend he finally felt like.. He might be worthy now.

Shinsou decided that he would ask Harrison out.

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He couldn't believe how nervous he felt. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. Though it wasn't like he had ever asked anyone out before. Well... it wasn't like he had ever even felt attracted to anyone.

"Harrison! I have been looking for you." He called, getting one of those bubbly sweet smiles that made his heart skip a beat and made him wonder if he was actually in the presence of some immortal being. "I-I need to ask you something."

End Chapter 11

I hope everyone liked this!

I decided to end the chapter this way to give it one last chapter for people to vote for who they want Harry with. Shinsou is currently winning. Fumikage is in second place. Bakugou is in third. You can either vote on my fanfiction profile page or in the comments.

I have a detailed drawing of a possible kid of Harry and Fumikage done that I did a while back if anyone wants to see it. You can either find it on my facebook page or on my deviantart under the name Yuvush. I actually got a poster made of him and some stickers because I like how he turned out so much.

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