Hello! First off, disclaimer!

Over the Garden Wall belongs to Patrick McHale

Boko no Hero Academia belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

Now, languages that are represented in this story

"Words" = English

"Words" = Japanese

Wirt hates most of his life. Well, hate is a strong word. But it isn't hard to think that when some strange rip in the world tries to suck your baby brother in – only to suck yourself in. Next thing Wirt knew was that he was in some sort of lab with shady looking men around him. Most of the men looked at the teen with shock until one came over and grabbed the sixteen year old by his sweater collar.

"You brat!" The man holding Wirt up by his beige sweater, "Because of you, the Boss' portal is destroyed!"

"Let's show this kid what happens when someone messes with us!"

Soon Wirt was surrounded by the cheers and shouts of these people wanting to do something to him. Well if a certain place has taught him – don't be a push over. Wirt started to flail and kick until he hit the person holding him. Wirt was thrown into the wreckage of what seemed to some sort of contraption.

"You little shit, you are going to be in a world of pain for that." The main aggressor snarled with his fists suddenly growing in size! Wirt scrambled to his feet and took a note of the others around him. Some had scales; some had animal heads or parts. The most terrifying ones were the people with multiple limbs.

Yeah, wherever Wirt was, it wasn't home. Fear was crawling up Wirt's spine although these thugs had nothing on the Beast. Hopefully their boss wasn't anything like that demon.

The large fisted thug came flying at Wirt as he swung his enlarged hands to hit the boy. Wirt ran away from the man and all hell broke lose.

If he was honest, Wirt didn't even know how long the chase was going. It felt like a scene in Scooby Doo. Soon, Wirt was cornered on all sides and fairly close to passing out. His breath was ragged and his chest hurt. A thug launched himself at the teen, which had Wirt instinctively duck under. The world was a buzz to Wirt as the panic started to set in. The ringing in Wirt's ears got louder than the bangs around the brown-eyed boy. It hurt to breath; it hurt to not breath. He was panicking but he couldn't stop – it hurt to focus – it,

"Hey."

A voice spoke through the fog. It was calm and clear like a steady drum in a lullaby. It was speaking to Wirt and Wirt felt better listening to said voice. Slowly the ringing stopped and the fog in Wirt's mind cleared.

"Breathing has gotten slower- ah, he seems to have calmed down. Thank you Hound Dog." A man in his late 30's spoke with a hand to his left – no – right ear. An earpiece of some sort? The man was wearing all black and some sort of long grey scarf by the looks of it. The man's long black hair was draped over his shoulders. The most eye-catching part of him was the crescent moon shaped scar under his right eye.

"Hey, kid. You doing better?" The man asked as his soft black eyes looked into Wirt's brown ones.

"Um yes – Ah! Sorry but who are you?"

"You can call me Eraserhead. Do you know anything about these thugs?" The man, Eraserhead, asked Wirt while getting up from his squatting position. Wirt looked around to find most of said thugs either knocked out or being restrained by -

"Eldelwood." Wirt stared at the accursed wood holding up a quarter of the thugs. By the look of how the thugs struggled – the wood wasn't growing out of them but –

"Hey, deep breaths kid."

"When I get out of here, I'll make sure you can't breath again you brat!" One of the struggling thugs yelled at Wirt before he was knocked out by Eraserhead. Luckily, the other struggling thugs seemed wise enough to not say anything. Wirt did his best to put the branches of Eldelwood out of his mind. As Wirt was doing this, Eraserhead lead the sixteen year old out of the building.

There were police cars parked outside it. Eraserhead told an officer with a cat head to look after Wirt while the man did a sweep of the building. The officer did their best to make sure that Wirt was comfortable so he took this moment to ask some questions.

"Where am I?"

"Kamino, Yokohama."

"Um…"

"You are in Japan. Eraserhead told me you were having a panic attack when he got to the scene. You were only responding to thing he said in English – luckily his husband teaches English."

"Okay…um…is his name really Eraserhead?"

"Oh no! That is just his hero codename."

"Um…" Wirt was confused with just the information given to him. He was on the other side of the world and the person who saved him was a hero? "What about those powers those thugs had?"

"Powers? You mean quirks? Surely you know what quirks are – I mean isn't yours that branch control?" Once again, panic was settling in but Wirt pushed it down as Eraserhead came over.

"Come on, I have a colleague who wishes to talk to you." Wirt was taken to another male who asked the boy some questions about who he was and what he was doing in the building. Of course Wirt was as truthful as he could possible be. Eraserhead was waiting for the man and teen to finish up while watching as the thugs were taken away by the police. The 30 year old man was also talking quietly to the earpiece in his right ear.

"That is all the questions I have for you. Eraserhead, what are you going to do with Walter-san?"

"I will be bringing him to U.A. sense he doesn't have much control over his quirk. I can help with that."

Wirt didn't know what U.A. is but really he didn't have anywhere to go here. Eraserhead motioned for Wirt to follow and the boy did so. One police car was left opened for Eraserhead, Wirt, and another officer. It took a few minutes for the three of them to head off which was fine for Wirt.

Wirt was hyperaware of surroundings but was unable to pin what time it was. So as the buildings rolled by, Wirt was left to his own thoughts. How was Greg doing without Wirt? Was he okay after his brother pushed him away from danger? Did Mom and Greg's dad know? How was he going to get home? Would –

"Walter." Eraserhead's voice pulled the boy out of his questions. Oh, they had stopped okay. Both Wirt and Eraserhead got out of the police car which let Wirt get a better view of the school? Were they really going to stay at a school?

"Shota!" A very loud voice yelled as a blonde man came running up to great the black haired man. This new male was wearing jeans with a shirt and jacket combo. The older males took a minute of greating before the attention was turned to Wirt. "Is this the kid you were talking about?"

"English Hizashi. Walter can't understand Japanese just yet. Walter, this is is Yamada Hizashi or Pro Hero Present Mic." Eraserhead introduced the other adult as Hi – no – Yamada came closer to Wirt. Remember Wirt, the Japanese refer to each other by their last name.

"Nice to meet you sir." Wirt gave a timid smile to the other. The smile was returned with one that looked like it could out shine Greg's.

"Nice you meet you too! No need to call me sir little listener, just Mic will do. Walter Wirt right? Shota told me before you got here. Well, he told all of U.A. staff but I came out to meet you."

"Mic, do you have -?"

"Oh yeah! Here, this is a guest I.D. - it makes sure you don't set off the school's alarms! Nezu made sure I grabbed one before I came here." Yamada explained as he handed the I.D. off to the sixteen year old. This only made no sense to Wirt. Why – why was this needed?

"Come on. The rest of the staff would like to meet you!"

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