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

19. Chapter 19

Alright this chapter ended up being 9160 words long without the Author's notes.

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Harry groaned as nausea filled him again. He was absolutely exhausted at that point. Trying to use his quirk without it causing mental distortions or caused him to panic at the suffocating feeling of his suppression bands being on was more than a little difficult. Harrison was happy about the fact that he had was learning that he could do a lot more than he had thought possible with the bands on. A lot more... But it was still ridiculously discouraging with how hard it was to get his quirk to behave and do exactly what he wanted. It seemed to always want to be going at 100% and even though it still felt completely natural, more wanted to lash out instead of enhance Harrison's physical abilities. It didn't help that he had to listen to a bunch of cats. He liked tiger but the others just rubbed him the wrong way for some reason.

"Harrison, time for a break! You're obviously losing grip of your quirk and not only that, but you have begun to shake. Please go and eat something before your condition gets more serious. But don't feel discouraged. You are making very good progress!" Tiger both lectured and praised. Giving Harry a reassuring smile when he hesitated to leave. The man turned back to speak to Denki. "While he's gone, we can work more on using your quirk more effectively in hand to hand." The hero exclaimed and got a groan for his efforts.

Harry immediately walked his way to a canvas bag full of healthy snacks and pulled out a baggy full of apple slices and fresh grapes. Not his favorite things but not something he didn't like either. He plopped down next to the bag and began shoving the fruit in his mouth as he watched his fellow classmates practicing. Harrison frankly just wanted to curl up and have a nap, but he knew better than to even allow himself to think about it such things. Those thoughts were not allowed even with his low stamina. That and he felt like it was wrong to try and use his health and the fact that he was the son of their teacher to his advantage... Like his mom would even let him, honestly.

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Days had past and Harrison couldn't help but to do something he had never done before. Sneaking out while his mother was giving the other's remedial courses and practiced his quirk. He had never really tried to actively get better at using his quirk without being forced into it before... But Harrison had to get better!

Even if Harry was just improving at channeling his quirk to enhance his endurance, strength, and speed he, for once, was getting real improvement that he was actually controlling himself. Not something practically spontaneous and unpredictable like before. Harry... he may have still been fearful of using his quirk without the bands but... it-it wasn't as bad as before. Harrison was kind of proud actually... His mom's eyes were soft, prideful and happy when he would watch him now and he had told him how happy he was and how proud it had made him that he was trying so hard. Not because he was trying to become a hero or anything like that, because the man knew he wasn't, but simply proud that he was trying to improve himself. How... how happy his mother was for him. It had brought the teen to tears more than once just thinking about it.

Harry now hoped that he could manage to figure everything out and get enough control of his quirk before heading back home to show his dads. He ached to make them proud of him to. Watching everyone give it their all. Remembering what Shinsou had said to him.

Harry wanted to at least try... for them... his most important people... For... for himself to. Harry couldn't remember the last time that he didn't feel the urge to hide away or think about himself in anything but utter self-deprecation. He... didn't want to be sad anymore. Or scared. Shinsou... he-he said that he became the person he was because of him... A happier and less cynical person. Someone more confident in themselves... Someone... who... someone who could now smile a real smile. Shinsou said he had become a better person not just because of him... but for him. Fumikage had said similar things as well but Harry could see it radiating from him. He was happier and more confident to... And so so encouraging!

Harry... he.. wasn't sure when it happened... what changed in him but... he-he wanted to be that way to. Harry wanted to become a better... a better him as well. He didn't want to make everyone around him so sad anymore or worried and pitying. Harry... May not have wanted to become a hero... what people thought of as a hero... but he did want to be able to keep everyone from worrying about him. From hurting them by hurting himself and not liking himself all the time.

What.. What if Inui was right? Maybe... maybe a lot of his problems were caused by himself and what he thought about himself? It seemed like his quirk wasn't so out of control and exhausting to use when he was focused on what he was being told he was doing right instead of all the things he was likely doing wrong.

It was a Friday and the air felt... heavy... strange... like the world was sitting with bated breath as the student's were told they would be taking a test of courage by the eager group of rescue heroes. Everyone that was allowed to participate seemed excited and were in playful moods. Even the usually neutral faced Shinsou was all smiles as, even he, had been allowed to take the day off of remedial classes because of how impressed Shouta was with his progress. but Harry had... a strange feeling brewing in his gut. A bad one.

Harry sighed feeling like a party pooper again. He shook his head in hopes that it would also shake the bad feeling away and forced a smile. He would be positive! Harry was sure his head was just messing with him again, that had to be the issue. Harry would have a super good time with his friends and boyfriends! Everything was going to be great he just needed to push away all of those pesky nerves! Ugh... but all he really wanted to do was go to bed at that point. He was never endingly sore and sleepy since arrival and was especially so now that he had a full belly. Every one of his fingers were sore to as he had constantly had his blood sugar tested throughout the day. He hoped that once they got back home he and his parents could find a different method of taking his blood sugar. He knew they did it that way as they knew it didn't agitate his quirk but it was uncomfortable.

The hero team explained that they were all supposed to scare each other and whomever managed to make the most students piss themselves would be declared the winner. Yeah... this made Harry want to do this even less. They did realize that no matter how much he was improving... This was probably a super unsafe idea for him to participate in, right? Let alone, Katsuki, with his strong reactions and explosions. "Time to take lots!" Pixie bob squealed, holding out a handful of paper slips with numbers on them.

Dark Shadow nuzzled Harry, draping himself over him, impatient to see what number Harry had. Fumikage tried to make his impatience less obvious unlike Shinsou who held his number out to the trio the moment he came back from collecting it.

"I've got a 7." Shinsou said, clearly pouting once he realized his slip didn't match either of theirs...

"Ours is also a dud. We have received a 1." Fumikage said, sounding a bit disappointed, himself.

"I have an 8 who else has an 8? Please speak up!" Iida called in his usual exuberant manner. He chopped the air in emphasis. Nearly chopping Harry in the face as he eagerly walked up to the little group. "Do any of you have a number 8?" Iida asked, nearly pouncing on Harrison in his excitement when he realized they would be paired together. "Harrison! I am glad we were paired together! I am sure that this will be not just a fun way for us to bond as friends further but also a way for us to increase our skills!" Iida gleefully exclaimed.

After that Mezo and Fumikage paired up then Shinsou drug over a nervous Koji, a tall muscular boy with a rock like head that could speak to and control animals. Harry hadn't really had the chance to interact with him much to be honest. Though Fumikage seemed to like him and spoke highly of him more than once.

"It looks like I'm with this guy... Koda... right?" Shinsou said, smiling a little awkwardly.

"Y-yeah!" The larger teen squeaked and nodded his head. "L-let's try to have some fun!"

"Revelry in the dark." Fumikage all but purred, although it was likely unclear to anyone not close to him it was more than clear to both Harrison and Shinsou that he was excited for the game to start. The bird headed boy gave Shinsou a sulky look when he snorted with a grin at his delighted choice of words. Even as Harry blushed and nearly swooned out of infatuation at how cute his feathers looked all fluffed up, the darkness loving teen continued to sulk.

"Pulling pigtails." Mezo mumbled fondly... possibly even wistfully at the trio.

Shinsou immediately went red at that but didn't deny that he... maybe possibly thought that Fumikage might kind of... possibly looked a little cute when his feathers were all fluffed up like that and was acting all pouty, instead he pointedly looked away. Feeling like he was going to pass out when Fumikage covered his face in embarrassment as even Koji gently teased him. Iida of course was aghast and lecturing them all with vigor. At least someone was on his side... sort of.

"Team 1 it's time to start!" Ragdoll announced, a devious grin on her face.

"Well... I shall see you soon... both of you." Fumikage said, looking at Shinsou meaningfully if not still a little embarrassed looking. Harry smiled nervously and gave him a quick hug getting a smoldering look and a quick nuzzle in return. Shinsou sent him an uncharacteristic flustered look.

One by one students left to walk the trail set up for them. Harry frowned as the smell of smoke filled his nose. No one reacted though. Was he the only one that smelled it? Eying everyone that was still at the front Harry nibbled his lip.

"Are you listening to what I am saying?" Iida asked, sounding slightly insulted. His face quickly twisted to worry at the look on Harrison's face. "What is wrong? Are you nervous? This is just a test between classmates Harrison, nothing to worry about!" The tall teen assured. Trying to calm his naturally meeker more anxious classmate.

"Huh. It smells like smoke?" Pixie-bob muttered.

Iida stepped forward and pointed at a blue glow coming from the forest. "What the-Is that fire? Is there a fire on the mountain?" He asked in clear alarm.

Harry stumbled and was snatched out of the way protectively by Shinsou right before an alarmed Pixie-Bob could send him flying, along with her suddenly flying, pink Aura covered body.

"We should probably get rid of these pesky feral cats first. Then go after the kids." A muscular person with full lips and maroon nearly shoulder length hair exclaimed, a strange person sized metal bar in her hands pressed harshly down on top of the blue skirted cat hero. She pushed up her round sunglasses with a smirk as she eyed the mass of panicking teens. Standing next to her was a young green scaled reptilian man with pale pink hair dressed very similarly to the hero killer, Stain.

"Pixie-Bob!" Izuku shrieked, immediately trying to rush in. He was thankfully stopped by Mandalay and Tiger.

"No! This is far too dangerous! You all need to stay back!" Mandalay insisted.

"Maybe I will crush her head. It would be so easy." The woman purred.

"You don't touch her!" Tiger snarled.

"Now wait a minute sis'! We can't just be killing people left and right. We have to abide by Stain's principals." The lizard like man cautioned.

"Your one of those people that Stain's speech inspired." Iida spat, clear anger on his face.

Harry couldn't help but feel panicky even as Shinsou did his best to calm him. This was getting so out of control. If they didn't get this under control soon Harry was sure someone was going to die. Harry felt his chest constrict at the thought.

"Yes, we are, in the flesh! And you're that glasses wearing self-righteous fake that attacked Stain. False hero. You can call me Spinner!" The green scaled young man said with a twisted smile. Eagerly pulling a handled bundle from his back. The cloth around it fell away revealing a strange weapon belted together made of dozens of different blades. "We are the ones that are here to make Stain's beliefs a reality!" He exclaimed excitedly.

"I don't care! What gives you the right to do this? Pixie-Bob is a prohero that has selflessly saved countless lives! She gives everything her all and is doing her best to make these kids the best heroes they can be! She may be looking for a mate but that's beside the point. She's content otherwise! What makes you think you have the right to cut such a happy life short? Huh?!" Tiger shouted, his whole presence exuding rage and protectiveness.

"Heroes don't have the right to happiness! You seem to forget what your job really is!" Spinner snarled.

"We'll stay here. All of you need to head back to camp. It will be safer there! Class rep we are counting on you. Try to avoid fighting at all cost if possible!" Mandalay said. Getting an affirmative from Iida.

"Midoriya?" Iida all but hissed as the boy continued to just stand there.

"I have something important I have to do. Go on ahead!" The green haired boy said.

Harry hardly even knew what was happening at that point to be honest. He felt shell shocked. Numb and confused. It was like everything in him refused to acknowledge what was even going on around him. He couldn't stop thinking about Fumikage and Dark Shadow... And Mezo along with his other friends still stuck in the forest. The feeling of being choked was nearly overwhelming. What if they got hurt? What-what if they died and he wasn't there to at least try to do something? He-he would never be able to live with himself! Harrison... He needed to do something! Everyone, they always gave it their all, they protected him! How-how could he live with himself if he didn't... to?

"Harrison come on!" Shinsou pled, "We have to go." he paused for a moment when Harrison stopped his jogging, stumbling. "Here I'll carry you!" He said, without a second thought.

"No-no I'm sorry I'm-fine I just.. I'm just worried." Harry said finally forcing himself to focus on something other than his whirling, distracting thoughts. Guilt laying heavy in his stomach at the worried expression clear as day on his boyfriend's face.

"Is he alright?" Iida called. Looking just as worried.

Harry tugged at Shinsou's hand and sped up. "Yeah, I'm fine." He said in a small meek tone. 'Liar' a piece of him hissed. He resolved to ignore it though.

"Mr. Aizawa sir!" Iida called as the dark haired man came into view just as the villain he was fighting began to melt.

"Join the rest of the students! I'll go after the others!" The man called darting away without pause.

"Come on lets get inside and-"

"No."

"Wa-"

"No... I-I can't! It's... not right! I can't do that.. I... its wrong Shinsou! I.. I have a quirk... a quirk that-that destroyed a good portion of the USJ even when I was already weakening! It would be wrong if I didn't help. Fumikage... He's not here with us. I-I can't leave him. I'm... I'm so pathetic most of the time. Other people's quirks don't work a lot of the time on me... or at least not as well. I can.. I can help." Tears ran down Harry's face at the very thought of anything happening his friends... to Fumikage! He could never forgive himself. Harry wasn't just scared for Fumikage though.

Harrison's mother was-was amazing but he had gotten hurt before. He nearly died and he did all of those things without a single thought of being praised or recognized. He was a true hero. A hero.. A real hero... Harry's eyes widened as what his mother was doing sunk in. His-his hero... His mother was his hero! A feeling, the urge to throw up, set in. His mother had just ran into what the man likely knew was near certain death without hesitation. Harry may have not been the hero type but... but he-he.. Harry... couldn't not help. Even if it was just a distraction. Harry couldn't take the guilt he knew would completely consume him if something happened to his precious people and he knew that he could at least try to help them. A level of resolve, Harrison, didn't even think was possible for himself to feel rushed through his veins.

Harrison ran before he could second think himself, knowing such a thing would be his downfall, ignoring the yells of his fellow classmates. His quirk flooded his limbs with warm bubbling energy. Allowing the sound of his heart beat to fill his ears. He hoped that resolve wouldn't fail him. He may have not been a hero but... even him. The cowardly thing that he-he was... even he couldn't sit by in such a situation!

Harry did his best to follow his nose. He ran and ran and ran doing his best to follow the strange scents he had found. Maybe, if he confronted whomever was in charge once the others got there... Maybe the other's could get away? He could tell that whoever it was, was relatively close by even with his brain trying to scramble a bit on him. He... He just had to do this long enough to distract them, Harry, told himself even as he panicked inside. It was for them, his most important people.

Harrison sniffed the air, nearly purring when he managed to pick a strange charred scent up again. His brain told him it was a smell of safety even as he shook that thought off. No, this was a villain, someone who wanted to hurt those that meant everything to him! Who was Harry without those he cared about most?

Voices filled a clearing to Harrison's left. He took a deep breath trying his best to stay relatively calm. He needed to keep his quirk behaving. Harrison would just have to stay undetected for now. Everything would be fine. He was great at using his quirk to stop people for at least a short time! That's what Tiger and mom had praised him for doing so well. He would just wait until an opportune moment hit then bam zap them and let everyone run.

"Harrison! What do you think you're doing! Are you crazy?" Shinsou whispered, gasping for air. The white's of the taller teen's eyes and cheeks red as tears freely flowed. The purple haired teen yanked the other to himself. "I was so worried something had happened to you! P-please don't do that again. Never again. I-I can't lose you to!" He begged, his whole-body shuddering. Harrison clung back, petting cottony locks.

"What do we have here?" A man that looked like he should have been in a burn unit said with a twisted grin.

"Awe, that's so cute.~" Another said in a strange black and white body suit. His voice deepened. "That type of contact is totally inappropriate young man! Unhand that innocent child!" He then winked. "I won't tell if a little forest action was going on. Don't mind our watching! We're a man of many kinks after all!" The suited man suddenly purred his tone lustful, he was clearly turned on at the idea.

The burned man gave the other an incredulous look before turning back to them and smiled knowingly at Shinsou.

"S-Shinsou... You-you need to run. The-the others are down the ridge. I don't want you getting hurt because of me!" Harry said, reaching up to the back of the band around his neck.

"No! I'm not leaving you! They are here for Bakugou. Not us! They-they won't hesitate to hurt you!" Shinsou said, his eyes desperate, wishing that he had the capture scarf Aizawa had been letting him practice with on him. It was frustrating that they already seemed to know how his quirk worked as the pair stopped talking at all the moment, he eyed them.

"Please Shinsou. Something's wrong with Fumikage! I can feel it. You need to go calm Dark Shadow down! If you stay here I-I can't guarantee my quirk won't hurt you." Harry stressed. "I'm counting on you to get everyone to safety. Let... let me do this for you." Harry managed to say, pressing his finger into the divot in the band around his neck.

"O-okay." Shinsou finally agreed though not the least bit willingly, finally getting what Harrison was trying to do. Something welling up in him so strong it hurt. He smiled as the strange suited man lunged at him. The smile was all teeth as Harrison's rubber suppressants fell away and knocked the guy ass over end across the small clearing with the wind it produced alone. He just hoped that Harry would make it out of it okay.

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Harry sighed in relief once he realized Shinsou had managed to get far enough away that he didn't have to rein in his quirk.

"That wasn't too smart of you. We both know you aren't in heroics because you want to be." The badly burned young man said, smiling coldly, knowingly. "I'm Dabi by the way."

Harry flinched, "I... I may not be... I might not be heroic but... but that doesn't mean I won't at least try to protect those I care about! I-I couldn't live with myself! I can't let you hurt them. And... I am one of the only ones with a quirk strong enough to do much on my own against someone powerful... Even if I... I'm not in my right mind when it's used at its fullest." Harry barely said above a whisper, trembling as he began tugging down the last few bands left around his forearms. "Even though I'm splintered... and if I break a little more... at least I know that... for once I... I tried my best to do... do what was right with this monstrous quirk of mine!" Harry said not sounding any more confident but with a little more resolve.

"Calm down, if you just come with me than I won't hurt anyone else. Trust me your quirk might be a bit above average, but a little electricity isn't going to do anything. All you are going to do is get yourself hurt." The man said, with a sigh, even as his eyes had a hint of fondness and possibly pity to them.

Harrison let out a pained sounding laugh, a broken laugh, as he yanked the last of the bands away. Energy instantly flashed up his arms and over his body. Looking the man in the eyes with glowing poison green eyes. The man in the body suit backed away. "I wish my quirk was just 'a little bit of electricity'. No. You completely misunderstand what it is. Even I have trouble with that though. No... it's a dark thing.. My quirk isn't electricity but... a-a Natural disaster." Harry said, whispering the last part as he allowed his quirk to strike at the men. Making the sandy dirt smoke and go glossy. The wind and lashing energy around him was deafening. Harry's vision almost immediately began distorting. Melting, making everything look even more sinister than it already was. Terror made his chest hurt. He but he.. He had to hold on.

No matter what the man did he couldn't hit Harrison with any of his attacks. It was as if the boy's quirk ate his blue fire, getting larger and more dangerous as the minutes ticked by. Wind picked up so strong the villains were afraid they would be sent flying.

"Harrison! Calm the fuck down!" A loud growly voice called somehow loud enough to be clearly heard.. "Let me go you fucker! Harrison! Shit, Harrison!" Bakugou snarled.

The villains looked visibly relieved when Harrison managed to ease down his quirk a bit at the sight of the surly teen. "K-Katsuki. Are-are you alright?" Harry managed to hiss between his teeth. He tried to ignore the distortions he saw even as his brain insisted everyone was a danger.

"Me alright? You were the one freaking out!" The blond hissed.

"Sorry to interrupt but I am going to have to have you deactivate your quirk." A cultured voice insisted.

"The fuck he is!" Bakugou snorted, flinching as something sharp and cold was pressed to his throat.

"I'm going to have to insist. If you don't well..." The man pressed the knife down until the scent of blood hit the air. "I may have to cut him up a bit and I am not sure that a slice to the throat is something even this spit fire could survive. If that doesn't discourage you I don't just have him I also have a rather interesting boy with a raven's head that we can play with to." A man dressed in a top hat, facemask, and fancy coat said.

"F-Fumikage." Harry whimpered. Wild eyes locked onto Bakugou's as he clenched his chest. Watching intently as red began to run down the other teens throat. "Hurting him." Harry put his whole will into suppressing his quirk after that.

"Hey, kid settle down. Nothing will happen if you just calm down and listen to us!"

"Hey guys! I got some blood! Look a whole tube full! Isn't that just the cutest? Stab stab stab! Yum yum!" A teen girl's voice called out as she giggled happily.

"H-Harrison?" Bakugou sputtered, at the absolutely inhuman look that blanketed the other teen's eyes. He twisted his head away at the brightness that was suddenly radiating from the other teen. Blinded by it along with the other. The heat produced felt like it was trying to cook everyone from the inside out.

"Get to the designated pick up point!" Dabi shouted, ignoring how the metal piercing like staples around his body began to heat up. What the, now it was starting to rain?

Boiling hot steam filled the air, swirling tighter and tighter around Harrison in a vortex of sorts and his quirk blindly stuck out tearing everything apart around the clearing.

"Shit." Dabi hissed, he wasn't sure what to do against this. He didn't think that it would start to rain even with the clouds starting to congregate. The wind was so strong he had to fight to even breath let alone keep himself from being sucked up by the kid's quirk. This was the kid he helped all those months ago? Using his quirk seemed to make things worse. That quirk almost seemed to have a mind of its own or something and was far more aggressive when he approached or acted aggressive in any way. He frowned as the wind suddenly started sputtering as he backed off. Eventually it died out altogether along with the quirk. What the?

Harrison couldn't breathe his chest hurt and everything felt like it was spinning. He-he felt like he was drowning. He was wet and so cold he felt like his limbs would fall off. So cold, too cold.

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"Harrison! I-I was so worried about you! You nearly drowned on the humid air that turned to liquid in your lungs. That and your blood sugar had begun to fall pretty low. You shouldn't do such silly things with your quirk! Thankfully Sensei had the forethought of having a few recovery items made to remove your quirk's negative stat effects or it may have been game over for you!" A familiar scratchy voice crooned. Nearly vibrating in his seat out of excitement at the knowledge Harrison was finally there, with him. He didn't think it was possible for him to feel happier than he was feeling at that moment! Absolute incomprehension filled Harry. He couldn't help but cough a little wetly.

He nearly jumped when he finally realized how close the person sitting next to himself's face was to his own especially as it was someone he hadn't been expecting. "T'ra?" He managed to slur, going into a weak coughing fit as he agitated his burning throat.

"Yes, it's me, Tamura!" The man exclaimed like a cheerful child nearly bouncing in his seat. Even his gem red eyes gleamed at the reorganization. Harry was just so cute all bundled up and sleepy... even if it was mostly drugs in his system that kept him nice and compliant and calm. He didn't want him to get stressed out again or to panic. Harrison was such a skittish thing after all. Tamura was sure after a few days of rest and easing him into things that he would be able to fill the dating/attraction meter then be able to finally start working on filling up his boyfriend Bar! With Harry this way he could take care of him and it would be far easier to achieve stage 2.

"Sir, you will likely want to see this."

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Harry felt like there was definitely something wrong. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth and his limbs felt like wet noodles and he couldn't stay awake for more than a few minutes. Time blended together and everything felt weird. He could have been laying there in and out of it for minutes or weeks. Sometimes those oddly ecstatic red eyes would be smiling down at him... and sometimes striking almost caring blue ones would. He genuinely had no idea how long he could have been there. He swore, as he woke up alone, he heard yells, but his brain was too fuzzy to even tell if what he was hearing was real or not. He tried sitting up as he heard a bang, but his limbs were like jell-O.

He-he couldn't understand Harry's brain felt like mush in his head. Harry's eyes flickered down to the IV in his wrist ever so slowly the gears turned in his mind. The slush in his head slowly, painfully, told him to take them out. It took what felt like an eternity to get his left arm over to his right but his grip was simply far too weak and clumsy to be able to do anything. So Harrison painstakingly put every bit of his strength and muscle control into putting the bandaged wrist to his mouth and began biting through the tape. Thankful for his razor sharp canine teeth because he was sure if he had normal ones than he would have never have been able to gnaw through the tape in his condition.

Harry heard a high-pitched beep to his side as he took the IV line into his mouth. He then felt something cold fill his right nostril. It forced him swallow hard and throat spasm ever so slightly at the strange not right feeling in his nose and throat. It was too late for him to do anything as he figured out that there was a thin tube running down his nose into his throat and presumably into his stomach with the way the strange coolness suddenly filled it.

He desperately tried to say something, to yell for assistance when he heard more fighting and the sound of somehow familiar yelling. Nothing would come out though. He tried fighting it, but he was already so tired it didn't take long for Harry to succumb to whatever it was that had filled up his system again.

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Harry woke up to white walls and the smell of stabilized equipment. The hospital. His stomach writhing dangerously. Harrison hardly had the time to heave himself to his side to hurl all over the floor... his bedding and... on Fumikage's nice new red shoes he had bought during the mall trip.

Harry groaned as white-hot agony burned through his throat and a positively throbbing head ache rattled and pulsed his brain in such a manner Harry half wondered if it would begin pouring from the orifices of his face.

"Shuush* Shuush*" A voice crooned as Harry shuddered, firm hands rubbed his back in a comforting manner. Something was quickly pushed under his face as another something pulled his hair from near the projectile zone.

"Sor'" Harry tried apologizing but his throat felt like a razor had been run down it.

"It's okay, everything is fine my love." The smooth reassuring voice of Fumikage filled Harry's ears. Even as the bird headed teen frantically pressed the nurse alarm.

"I got ya' some coffee. It isn't tellin' me to murder nobody so.. I doubt it's Shouta's level of black coffee but we'll just have ta make do, yeah dig?" Hizashi joked, looking utterly exhausted even as he did his best to cheerily smiled at the bird headed teen in front of him. When he actually paid attention to what was going on Hizashi's grin faded instantly and he slammed the cups down on a little rolling table near the bedside. Retching shook him from his stupor and he darted over immediately. It was clear to Hizashi that it hadn't been the first time that had happened while he was gone. "It's okay baby doll." The man cooed. He looked to Fumikage, that unstable look in his eyes, back clear as day. "What are you waiting for? Press the alarm!" The Blond hissed.

Fumikage swallowed hard. "I have! There has been no response!" The teen explained.

Hizashi looked the teen up and down. Eyeing the sick on him and then Harry's heaving shuddering form and stormed from the room.

"DON'T MIND THAT GOD DAMN ALARM ALERTING YOU! YOU'RE ONLY A FUCKING NURSE IN AN OBSERVATION UNIT!" Hizashi shrieked so piercingly that the glass throughout the unit vibrated ominously.

"I WILL NOT! I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE UPSET! NO, I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE FURIOUS! WHAT IF MY KID ENDED UP ASPHYXIATING ON HIS OWN VOMIT BECAUSE OF YOU? HOW DARE YOU?! I'LL LET THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD KNOW HOW YA' LEFT MY SON AND HIS BOYFRIEND TO BE COVERED IN THROW UP JUST SO YOU COULD SEXT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND!" The man laughed in an unhinged fashion after that.

"OH-OH SO SORRY FOR BEING PRESUMPTUOUS! I'M SO TOTALLY SO OLD FASHIONED WITH MY TRIAD RELATIONSHIP THAT I FORGOT THAT EXTRAMARITAL AFFAIRS WAS THE IN THING NOW! SOOOO SOORRY JUDY! THIS IS TOTALLY~ WHAT WE SHOULD BE CONCERNED ABOUT WHEN MY KID IS PROJECTILE VOMITING TOTALLY SPOT ON PRIORITIES YOU GOT THERE! GET ME A REAL NURSE YA' CRUSTY CLITTED FLAT ASSED SLUT!" There was a long pause before Hizashi stormed back into the room.

Something about him had Fumikage on edge... it could have been the absolutely mortified disbelief that his teacher had said such things. It may have been the positively unhinged look in his eyes... or distinct impression the man could have genuinely killed someone without the slightest hint of regret or hesitation... It didn't really matter... all that mattered was that the man was definitely not safe to be around others at that moment. He had never heard the man speak that way before... He tried not to tense as the blond tried forcing a grin back onto his face, looking more like an unstable sadistic murderer.

"Well. It will be a few minutes. Judy~... will no longer be helpin' us out! Recovery Girl is thankfully in the IHCU checkin' on my Toshi Muffin and Best Jeanist so she's ganna' help Baby doll here to!" Hizashi said in a strained chipper tone of voice as he walked over with another puke tub and some wipes. Fumikage vaguely wondered if a bit of his soul had escaped to the great void that was absolute darkness in that moment. He tried his best to focus on comforting Harrison who was obviously very uncomfortable and in pain. Relief hit him as he heard Recovery Girl's agitated grumbling from down the hallway.

Aizawa was suddenly just, there, fussing over Harry as much as the other two, if not more so.

"The poor dear! I can't believe no one came in. Though I still can't believe they thought that putting them in the General Observation Unit would be appropriate at all with the quirk he has and the way his system reacts to things, absolutely negligent!" Recovery Girl huffed. Immediately getting to work on cleaning Harry up and giving him meds to help with his severe nausea.

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Harry was happy when he could finally get out of the hospital after only 3 days once awake. detoxing whatever it was in his system at the time hadn't been fun. What had been worse was knowing he had thrown up on others not just once but four times.

Twice on a surprisingly tolerant and infinitely understanding Fumikage and once on his Daddy who hadn't been nearly as good about it... and then the last time on his mother who only groaned in a mildly pained exasperated manner, leaned back and didn't do much more than gave him a 'are you kidding me?' look before stripping right there and then. He washed up vie sink bath after cleaning the sick up like it didn't even faze him. Then brunet walked over to a duffle bag and put on a oversized T-shirt with a cat face on it and draped his favorite snuggie over himself without pause. After that he sat right back down in the spot he had been in and continued on tapping away on his cell phone like nothing had even happened.

Now he could actually see Shinsou for more than a few minutes who had also been in the hospital! Harry had been so worried when he found out that not only his father was in the hospital but Shinsou was to! He was in alright condition, but Harry still felt terrible that he hadn't been able to prevent his injuries. The same with his father. He still felt guilty for being relieved that his father couldn't be All Might anymore... but was... was it so terrible to be glad his father couldn't hurt himself anymore? That he wasn't killing himself little by little every single day right in front of him.? Making himself suffer anymore? Harry loved him so much and maybe it was terrible and selfish but... he didn't think he could bare losing him, not ever! His family was everything to him. Everyone knew that the man was All Might now though. Everyone! Even Fumikage and Shinsou! He just hoped that people left him alone about it. He was still the same person. Both of them were. There wasn't anything different about them.

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"W-what? Dorms? Can't we just stay here? We don't live far!" Harry insisted in a panicked tone of voice. Not at all for the idea of living anywhere but there, with his parents, in a familiar environment.

"Yeah! It will take some getting use to but it will be fun! Like a sleep over with your friends all the time! You'll get to see Hitoshi and Tokoyami all the time to! Won't that be great?" Hizashi said, clearly trying his best to be positive and enthusiastic.

Harry stubbornly shook his head from his blanket nest on the couch, hugging Paddy to himself. "I get to see them all the time anyway! I-If I have to I-I can just learn to take the train! I want to stay here with you!" Harry insisted, tears prickling at his eyes.

"We'll be living there too though baby doll! In the dorms, just like you!" Hizashi enthusiastically explained.

"B-but it's not going to smell like us! And-and I like it here." Harry tried explaining. His brow furrowed as he tried to convey how much he needed that. How much the idea of living anywhere else especially without living with his parents terrified him.

"I... I know Harr' but it's what's best right now. It's to keep everyone nice and safe. And it's not like-like mom and dads won't be there." Hizashi said patently.

Harry nibbled his lip. "So... can't... can't I just stay with you then? I... I don't want to be put with everyone else... I don't care if I get a big room. I-I don't want to be surrounded by everyone all the time." Harry mumbled, the idea of being surrounded by people that he wasn't already extremely familiar with all the time was scary. What if he got placed near someone who didn't like him... or by a stranger? He may have been a teenager but the thought of being around people he didn't know had always been terrifying to him.

Hizashi sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well... That isn't possible baby. You see... Your mom and dad and me don't even get ta' be in the same dorm buildings. I've got ta' live in dorm 1C and I'm going ta' be in charge of monitoring them because they're my home room class. Toshi is going to be put in a studio apartment close to recovery Girl's infirmary just in case he has any health issues. He's going to help watch some General studies students to because there are so many more of them then the other student classes." Hizashi explained, nibbling his lip in thought. "Your mom will be with you though. He gets to stay in dorm 1A..." Hizashi said, trying to sound optimistic.

"Trust-trust me... I'm stressin' out to... I really don't want ta' be away from either of them or you like this and it makes me nervous... change is always scary Baby doll... but... Ya' got to think about the bigger picture Harrison. It's not just us.. We have ta think about. It's dangerous, all of the other kids rely on us. Keeping you and the other students safe is our number one priority as your parents... as teachers and heroes. You... might not be happy at first but... you'll get used to it I promise and at the very least... I know that you will be safe as we can possibly keep ya'." The man explained, tone more serious than Harry thought he had ever heard it. Harrison's eyes widened as his eyes met glossy watering shock green ones. Hizashi quickly wiped at them with a wobbly smile. "Just... just promise me you'll try giving it a chance? Like me?" He pled. Forced cheer clear in his voice. All it did was make him come off as upset and exhausted as he actually was.

Hizashi was honestly doing his best to not focus on the pictures all around them he had taken and collected in mass. This had become a home to him to a home he had put his all into making an actual home. Hizashi was trying his best to do what he did best. Put a smile on his face and lighten the mood even when he was on the verge of a break down because there was nothing worse than making others feel just as bad. To make them scared to.

Hizashi had always been an outgoing, naturally optimistic, and a cheerful person... He was far more emotional than most people... But surprisingly, his happiness came with a price. He wasn't an idiot, not by any means. He also wasn't so ridiculously optimistic and delusional to believe everything always turned out in the end, that bad things didn't happen, or that he could change a bad person that didn't want to be good. No... But he still found the best in most situations and he savored every little bit of happiness and contentment he was able to get. Hizashi basked in it. He wasn't used to feeling really bad and so on the very rare occasion that he couldn't keep the flood gates back anymore, that the fear or pain or stress was too much for him... The fall was bad and hard and deep.

Hizashi was terrified. Scared that the little family they made would end up falling apart. Be crushed to dust from the strain on it. He didn't want to leave the home they had managed to make together in less than a year. He loved them all so much. So deeply. He and Shouta had hurt so bad when they found out at the very same time they would have been having a baby the Brunet had been hurt so badly at work that he would never be able to carry it or ever have another one again. He and Shouta had never wanted much and probably didn't come off as the parental sort to most people but... early in their relationship... Shouta had admitted that he had always wanted to be a parent. To be a mother. Shouta my have been a bit of a disciplinarian and grouchy but he really adored children. They had even picked out an apartment just because the main bedroom had a door connected to the bedroom next to it for continuance of checking on and taking care of a baby in the middle of the night.

Hizashi felt physically sick when Shouta got home from the hospital and donated everything they had accumulated since high school for their future baby down to the little slightly ragged stuffed black cat. It was the only thing salvaged from the brunet's god-awful childhood. Shouta didn't talk after that about having a child and instead completely focused on his work. He felt so distant in that time but Hizashi kept smiling. Anything to make things easier on Shouta, the love of his life.

Shouta lit up when he had been offered a teaching job at UA as several teachers had retired. He had perked up even more when Hizashi had been accepted as an English teacher. Even though they didn't get to see them more than part of their days and the students surely didn't realize the stoic brunet had anything but contempt for them Shouta would speak of a few select students with the pride and love of a parent. The few that made it through where his sergeant children. It had made Hizashi happy that Shouta was happier.

The moment Shouta had laid eyes on the poor abandoned little boy badly hurt and stuck in the middle of a villain fight... That want, that need filled him to the brim again. That all-consuming wish to be a parent. All the man did was speak about the beautiful child that looked so much like a mix of them that he swore he could have been theirs, how sweet he was and smart and friendly. Most thought that because of his aloof personality and logical mindset that Shouta was practically void of emotion but that wasn't really true... He just didn't let his feelings rule him like most people did but.. He felt.. Hizashi knew that the man simply felt too much... too deeply he couldn't help but love the things and people he did care about so fiercely that he was unbelievably hard on himself. Shouta loved Harry from the moment he saved him, he was his mother. They had been so eager to adopt him and bring him into their lives. Hizashi had even bought a proper house for them to live in with the money they had saved. The one they currently lived in.

When Harry had been taken Shouta refused to move in to the new place though, not even when Hizashi got rid of the things for Harry's bedroom. He would find Shouta sitting in that empty room in that dinky apartment with an uncharacteristic lost look. He tried talking to Shouta about possibly fostering or adopting a different child but Harrison's removal had left a festering wound deep and gaping. Seeing Shouta hurt like that was so painful... and He hadn't moved on like before. Harassment request after request. He hadn't handled the situation well at all. He would never admit it to Shouta but he had understood why Toshi had refused even if it hurt. Shouta clung to that tiny apartment, all that had been left of their hopes and dreams of having a family. Hizashi had been alright with it, child or not Shouta was enough for him.

Hizashi couldn't have been happier when Harry came back into their lives and had been startled to discover his growing fondness and attraction for the taller blond that had cared for him as well... Shouta had been so happy to and that made Hizashi even happier! They had made a family with Toshi and their Baby doll... But this situation could become unstable with Harrison's twisted memories and his and Shouta's rather new relationship with their Toshi who both had fallen hard for. Being away from each other so much... Hizashi was terrified it would be too much and everything would fall apart. But Shouta and Toshi had talked to him after he expressed his discomfort and hesitance and so he promised to at least... try. He couldn't really control much going on in his life at that moment but as long as they were willing to try he was to. Hizashi trusted them, both of them completely and with everything he was so Hizashi would trust in their judgment.

"Oh... Okay... I'll try for you." Harry said, cutting into Hizashi's tormented thoughts. Giving the other man a slightly painful looking smile. "I'll try." He repeated, a feeling of guilt making his stomach flip uncomfortably at the way his dad's eyes lit up. He had never seen the man look so tired and emotionally drained, almost desperate. He must have not liked this much either. That thought had Harry feeling bad that he had even argued further about having to join the dorms.

"Thank you Baby doll! That's all I can ask." Hizashi said, standing up and walking over to the couch nest to drag his son into a hug and ended up falling asleep in the blanket pile in a much needed power nap.

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"He does not need to bring his entire room Hizashi! He will have a brand new comfortable twin bed in his dorm, he will have shelves and even a decent sized desk, I already requested it. We aren't hulling all of this over there. Anyway, he'll need it here for the weekends and off time, we will every once in a while, be able to enjoy. Now try to only take what you really need. We can first work on what you have in clothes as I am sure a lot of these we will have to get rid of now that you aren't a skin and bones beanpole anymore." Shouta lectured, his tone affectionate and slightly teasing at the end as he finished up taping the bottoms of the packing boxes he had made.

Harry groaned at the thought of having to try on all of his clothes.

"Harrison." The brunet pressed giving him the dreaded mom stare.

"I am." Harry grumbled.

It took over a hour to go through all of his clothes as it seemed he hadn't gotten rid of a single thing in years. 4 outfits, all very casual, two were more suited to being sleep wear, really. That's all he had... other than the hero clothes his mother had made for him. Even his school uniform was a little tight though not uncomfortably so like his other clothes. Apparently, he had been wearing all of the same clothes for the last couple of years so his parents were happy that he was no longer so bone thin... he didn't think he had actually grown any taller though and that was disappointing. He frankly would rather just wear his hero costume all the time than have to go clothes shopping though.

"Awe, I nearly forgot how tiny he was!" Toshinori exclaimed as he held up one of Harry's old shirts with his uninjured arm. The other sat in a sling at his side.

"I know right? Isn' it so cute!" Hizashi crooned.

"Harrison! You are not bringing all of those! What did I say about bringing only things you need?" Shouta said, clearly exasperated.

"Shouta lighten up! He's going to be living there year-round, let him have some creature comforts!" Toshinori said, smiling fondly at the task-oriented man.

Shouta sighed, "Fine. But he can't bring all of them. The bed is a twin. I don't want you cluttering up your room... just... bring things that you are really going to miss if you leave them." He agreed, glancing around at all of the pictures hanging and sitting around the room.

It took hours for Harry to finally figure out what to bring. Hizashi and Toshinori didn't help as instead of helping him pair things down like they had been planning to do they increased the horde. The pair fawned and obsessed over the different cute pictures and stuffed animals and blankets throughout the room making it even harder to choose. It was even worse when Harry got into his book collection even though the school had one of the largest libraries in Japan.

By the time they had managed to figure everything out Shouta was fast asleep curled up in the corner in his favorite yellow sleeping bag. It was late at night and Harry was dead on his feet.

"Did we literally just pack all the blankets in the house?" Hizashi groaned.

"I'll go find the sleeping bags." Toshinori offered with an exhausted yawn.

"We packed those to."

"Why did we pack all of the sleeping bags?" Toshinori asked, baffled.

"For Shouta of course!" Was Hizashi's enthusiastic reply.

"But all of them? There's like... at least 30 of them! What is he going to do with that many sleeping bags, honestly!" Toshinori sputtered.

End Chapter 19

So, I hope everyone liked this chapter. I have been wanting to reveal this part about Hizashi and Shouta for a while!

By the way I nearly have the first chapter for the sequel done! Once I have maybe 3 chapters done for it and I am done posting all the chapters I have wrote for this one I'll start posting that one! I am super excited as it is time skipped several years in the future and a lot of stuff happens you probably wouldn't expect!

Also, I am thinking about making some custom keychain charms so tell me your opinion on that!

I have started a youtube channel. It is under the name BetaAmongAlphas… mostly because I can't figure out how to change the name to my pen name as I have been using the same Youtube account for years.

Please tell me what you think! Reviews really get me motivated especially with all of the crazy crap happening in college right now. It also gives me lots of good ideas for the future to stew over!

Next Chapter hint: Dorm shenanigans, Chicken nug' thieves, and contests