Ashen Hero: Smoke

HP/MHA X-Over

Harry smirked as he made it through customs, on his way over he'd read in detail the laws on Japanese Heroics, Foreign Hero Student transfers and he didn't like what he'd read. In essence unless you had an imperial and metric fucktonne of wealth and political power hero transfers were expected to hand over their own uniforms in return for a lesser quality version or you joined the Hero Public Safety Commission Panels where you'd be rewarded a better quality suit for being a drone-hero.

Harry grinned, thankfully he'd gotten the most important parts of his suit through customs classed as medical-support tech. Having an elemental quirk affiliated with fire, it did mean that standard plaster-casts weren't exactly practical. So his gauntlets, forearm protectors, lower leg protectors which were designed to compact and suspend aforementioned body parts in case of breakage whilst allowing him full or mostly full usage of said limbs.

The Heroes on the border force after a thorough examination of the luggage, let them through. "They feel less like heroes and more secondary police."

Sirius nodded and using his height, found their contacts. The duo couldn't be any different, one had his hair in a messy bun and wouldn't look out of place as a hobo and clad in black, for lack of a better phrase. The other well, looked like a session musician with baggy jeans, scruffy rumpled t-shirt and leather jacket with hair long enough to reach his backside in a ponytail. "Harry Potter, Sirius Black?" The punk rocker asked.

Sirius nodded "That's us."

The blonde grinned "Awesome! I'm Yamada Hizashi, Yamada-sensei to you Mr. Potter when you join us. I am also going to be your main tutor to help you both learn Japanese. This is Shouta Aizawa…"

"Aizawa-sensei." Harry cut in getting a smirk from the man.

"Pleasure to meet you both. Now if you'll come with us, we'll take you to the school where you'll be staying until the paperwork goes through for your own places."

Harry and Sirius grinned, this was already looking up. It turned out that Yamada Hizashi, Present Mic, was an excellent teacher. Considering that the new school year didn't start until Spring, Harry had taken the opportunity to sit in the General-Studies Course in order to get a feel of the High School.

Being British, it had won the Gen-Ed students over and in return for giving English lessons and learning how to speak like a local had in return got him learning Japanese. This quickly turned into working out the comparisons between British and Japanese schooling.

Good news Harry was a very quick learner when given the right incentive, not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb, bad news he was going to be lacking in two or three subjects. Specifically maths, modern literature and home economics but for the rest Harry would be able to fit in with his peers.

Sirius had managed to get the pair two two-bedroom apartments in tower blocks in the Shizuoka prefecture, which was a forty minute commute each way to the school. Harry took the year and a bit to heart and chucked himself fully into his studies; that was to say he hadn't properly trained with quirks, that is until he ran slap bang into a trio of second years.

Flashback

Harry was heading towards the Library where he was due to meet the current first year Gen-Ed and a few Support Course Students. Yes, both courses were slightly sour about the fact he was going to the Hero Course, but they had let it go when they'd found that Harry's old headmaster had requested that Harry's 'heroic ability was nurtured to its fullest'.

"Oh a new student! Hello! I'm Nejire Hado, these are my friends Togata Mirio and Amajiki Tamaki and we're on the Hero Course? Who are you?"

Harry jumped, slightly flustered "Er, Hi, I'm Harry Potter…Potter Hari, sorry from the UK, my Japanese isn't the best. Er…pleasure to meet you. Er, visiting and being tutored before joining the Hero Course."

Togata grinned "Pleasure to meet you. We're off to the Gym for practice, want to come?"

"Er, I have a cram session in the Library…"

Amajiki quickly spoke "I'll find them, kohai, mentee rather. In Japan, senior students are responsible for lacking students or visitors."

Nejire giggled and pulled Harry into her, squishing her considerable assets into him causing him to blush."

Mirio grinned and clamped Harry on the shoulder "So Harry, let's see what you know."

To say the Second-Years Big-Three pupils were shocked was an understatement. Waiting for them aside from the other Second Year students were Present Mic, Snipe and Eraserhead. "Ah, Potter-kun, shouldn't you be in Study Hall?" Mic asked.

"Hado brought him along. We want to see how well he's going to do as he's going into the Hero Course."

The teachers nodded "I think this is irrational, having a fifteen year old participate."

"Sensei, wouldn't it make sense for you to know what you're working with?" Harry retorted.

"Get suited up. You, Hado, Togata and Amajiki are the Heroes; you are to rescue the three hostages. They are going to be somewhere in a residential block with an unknown number of villains."

Harry quickly pulled on his Gym Uniform, each Gym Uniform was composed of a unique material that gave a generic resistance to all quirk types. In his spare time at home, he was busy enfusing the sewing needle with smoke into his uniform. For people with weird or even elemental quirks the best way to reduce suit malfunctions was to infuse with your own DNA.

"You okay Kohai?" It was Nejire.

"I…don't trust the limitations on the Gym Kit."

The hostage building was a five story apartment replica. "Heroes, you have forty minutes to rescue the three hostages. NOW!"

End Flashback

That had been a fun day, Harry thought as he nursed several bruises and his cracked ribs. They'd saved the hostages, and had taken casualties, Amajiki was taken out through the creative use of iron girder, oil secretion and a guy who looked like a cousin to King Shark, only the student was a Tiger Shark quirk and King Shark a Great White.

Nejire had been neutralised saving Eraserhead, this group of Hero students had taken concealed Paintball guns. Yes, Second Year students were skilled but it turned out that Nejire, Tamaki and Mirio had quirks deemed 'unheroic'. Nejire launched energy waves at the cost of stamina, Amajiki could use food he'd digested and Mirio had a quirk that meant his clothes fell off…but they'd won.

Harry had managed to swing the tide by using a technique called 'No sight no fight', in essence he blasted out a smokescreen and rushed in whilst everyone else panicked and took themselves out. Harry let himself into his apartment, on the kitchen table, as he entered were six bags fallen haphazardly with a few tins and an apple rolling on the table. "Grocery day, thanks Sirius." He thought he checked the fridge to find that his Godfather had placed the milk in the fridge along with twelve bottles of beer.

Harry grinned, it was good to know his Godfather was irresponsibly responsible. He checked his phone, he wasn't one for the latest cutting edge but definitely a current model.

His phone flashed with a message. It was from an unknown number.

Unknown: Yo, Smoke…this is Jiro Kyoka. My cousin Katie Bell told me to contact you. Also said something about you being lousy at adding people to your phone.

Smoke: Ah…thanks for the actual name. I saw your messages, wasn't about to contact someone without introducing themselves.

Unknown: Fair

Harry grinned and opened a bottle of beer Smoke: Doing anything? Want to meet up? Putting faces to names and all that.

Unknown: Sure. Meet me here, hope you like cheeseburgers.

Stepping out of the gym, Jirou shook her head. She'd always been close to her cousin "I can't believe I just did that. Just straight up asking him to meet me. Is this a date? You don't even know him." She shook her head, looked up her home address; it said it'd take according to her phone forty-five minutes on foot. She smirked, Deep-Dope went into her ears "Let's see if I can do this in thirty-five."

She arrived in thirty-six minutes, an improvement. Furthermore, Mika Jiro, her mother, was just putting out the trash "Mom!"

Mika looked up "Hey, what's got you in a fluster?"

Kyoka looked flushed "Er…You remember cousin Katie…"

Mika nodded, Katie was a third cousin of Kyoka's on her, Mika's, side of the family "Yes, of course. She gave you a number to contact at some point…Oh my, you used the number. Who is it? I bet it's a boy! It's a boy. Tell me more."

"Mom! I, uh, literally just sent him a few messages. He didn't respond until I sent him my name. Anyway, I said we'd meet for cheeseburgers."

Mika giggled "Seems he's making you do the legwork…"

"From what Katie told me about Smoke, he's a paranoid bastard and not a people person. Anyway, I stink and want a quick shower before I tell him the location for cheeseburgers."

That Location turned out to be a Might Burger Bar, a franchise endorsed by All-Might. Kyoka pressed call on Smoke's blank profile when her hearing picked up the phone "Smoke?"

She felt breath on the back of her neck "Your spatial awareness needs work." She spun and nearly flushed from shock. Smoke, was not what she expected. He was five to six inches taller, rakishly thin but not completely in a full health sort of way; she'd wager that he hadn't had many full meals when he was younger but he had filled out. What unnerved her were the haunted green eyes and the veritable patchwork of scars on his arms.

"What were you expecting? Someone taller? More akin to All Might?"

Kyoka stopped in her tracks "Aren't you a wiseass."

"Better wise than a dumbass. Anyway, are you Jiro?"

Kyoka nodded "Then you must be Potter Harry better known to my cousin as Smoke."

Harry nodded "Please call me Harry. Sorry if my Japanese isn't the best."

"You're doing alright. Now, shall we get food and we can do our whole spilling our deepest darkest secrets and our peppy and preppy hopes and dreams."

Harry smiled, it looked forced, but Kyoka could tell by his heart rate and bouncing of his shoulders that her new acquaintance found it entertaining. Soon enough the pair had found themselves in a booth looking over the menu. "Having trouble?"

Harry nodded "I can make out the names of the meals: Texas Crash, Louisiana Melt Down seems very much American and the standard parts of a burger."

Kyoka smiled and quickly translated the menu "I dare you to get the Louisiana Meltdown or the Texan Torchlighter."

Harry smiled "I'll get both but in return, life story first."

"Ahem." Came a voice, Harry turned to find himself looking at a rather buxom young woman.

"Can I help you with that cough?" Harry was going to play the part of a transfer student who actually cared about where they were going. The waitress stumbled slightly.

"Er no, thanks for the offer. Sorry, I wanted to know if you were ready to order and to let you know I finish my shift in two hours if you wanted to hang out."

Harry's eyes flashed momentarily "I…appreciate the offer, but I know Kyoka's family. A family member told me she'd look out for me and help me out."

"Awfully forward of you, to say you know Jiro, to address her by her first name."

Harry stilled, "Anyway I'd like to order the Texas Crash and Louisiana Meltdown with double Volcano Chilli Cheese Fries and All Might Size Chocolate Milk."

"I'll get the Philly Cheese Tower, Cheese Fries and Regular Strawberry Shake, Hyuga."

Hyuga's eyes narrowed at Jiro before she took off towards the counter "Harry, in Japan, we address everyone by given names or family names. Selected names, like yours, we only use with permission."

"My apologies. Now what's up with you and Hyuga…I'm sensing a lot of hostility, no, there's open hostility."

Kyoka swallowed awkwardly "We're in the same class, as you can tell, I'm not exactly…"

"Your cousin has the exact same problem. Only back home I laid out the fifth years who were tormenting her about it; I was thirteen when I laid them out. I don't care. Now whilst we wait didn't you say you'd speak about your life."

Kyoka it turned out was an only child, her parents were famous musicians, her father composed and her mother performed his works…but that was as of the past ten years or so, but before that they were well known on the punk scene. Kyoka had wanted to become a hero who could make people smile using music.

Hyuga returned with their food, she gave Kyoka a foul look "Enjoy."

Harry smirked and Kyoka noticed a faint trail of smoke flicker out of his neck "My apologies, quirk accident. Now where were we…I was born in London, lived the first year-and-a-half in Wales, I'm a Brit but if you're being specific I'm Welsh."

"Brit for general conversation, Welsh on specifics. How come?"

"It's an independence and pride thing, mainly sport related. Anyway, parents were murdered when I was eighteen months old, dropped off at my Aunt and Uncles like I was a milk bottle…I still need to murder that Goatfucker if I get the chance. Growing up with them was…alright. I wasn't abused…physically, emotionally and psychologically definitely. It got better and worse after my quirk kicked in at three, better because they didn't have to deal with the stigma of an unwanted, quirkless orphan but worse because I got the full quirk of my Mother's and Father's plus they combined. I had to do the majority of the chores, I was expected to cook and help cook…only inasmuch as whisk eggs and slice bacon rind with the occasional watching the stove. They were bastards but not slave-drivers. Schooling was so-so, they didn't like that I was much smarter than my cousin…unfortunately that's not exactly hard. Then I turned eleven I got accepted onto the British Hero Track…I got into numerous adventures, breaking into the School Basement, the abandoned training ground under the lake, had my Godfather breakout of maximum security prison to save my life but everyone thought I was in danger; need to murder the Head of the Heroics Management Committee when I get the chance. I was then forced into a tournament designed for…graduating heroes, I survived that and won. Then this summer just gone, I broke several Heroic Laws in self-defence and if it weren't for the fact that the HHMC had been calling me delusional and had a hard-on, that's hopefully killed him, for railroading me instead of what should have been a years suspension I got expulsion. Now I'm here, having burgers with the second most non-judgemental person I've had the chance of meeting…it also helps that she's cute."

Kyoka blushed "You…think I'm cute."

"No. What I truly think will get those jacks of yours lashing at me…I'm keeping myself safe."

"You're a smart one. What's the difference between Japan Heroics and British Heroics?"

Harry paused "Quirk control and usage is fairly common, training and practising with them is all but encouraged in a 'use your common sense sort of way'. In essence if you're under the age of sixteen and in the presence of an adult you can practise your quirk. You can defend yourself within reason of being attacked with your quirk, much like the right to save your life. Why is that not allowed here?"

"Nope. You're not meant to use your quirk without a heroic licence flat-out. What about superhero suit regulations?"

"Anything goes, as long as you have a justifiable reason for using your support items. If you think Britain's nuts, nothing compares to America."

Kyoka choked on her drink "What are the actual Supervillain ratings?"

"Fewer and far between. Most of the time it's stupidity, stand-up comedy and protest. As long as no-one's getting hurt Heroes roll with it. Naturally there's always one or two that go 'Hold my Beer'. Leech Villain, the one who tried to kill me, is currently a Supervillain."

Kyoka shuddered "Is what they say about Smiles, Smirks and Snickers being three villains who managed to pass the Joker true?"

Harry greyed, even though he knew of those four "Yes in completely different ways. Snickers liked to use practical fatal gags to kill his victims, Smirks had a calling card of 'why so serious' accompanied by a straight edge razor to the lips…he likes to keep his victims alive. As for Smiles, the old horror movies Saw are his trademarks."

Kyoka blanched "Dude…it feels like a completely different world. How's the mouth?"

Harry possessed a side effect of having his quirk, one of the cool things was an immunity from hot food, specifically chilli's. He'd learnt of this during his second year when Seamus had him try a Chicken Vindaloo and Chicken Phaal. The pair had quickly set up a hustle in Hogwarts, which was still rather profitable; combined with Seamus's cast iron stomach and Harry's immunity to chilli it was good times all around.

"Er, you got plans for after this? Or was this just burgers and greet?" Harry asked, watching Kyoka blush an even darker red, he had taken on her dare and was not suffering!

"I can show you around the prefecture, there's a couple of places I wanted to visit before the stores close…I need a few records."

Harry nodded "I could do with a few things in my apartment…currently all I really do is study, eat, study, get bruises, eat, study, get home, sew, eat and then pass out on my sofa."

"You sew? What are you working on?"

Harry paused "Repairing my…kit."

Kyoka paused "You do know that foreign heroes are meant to hand their original…"

Harry snorted "Not a chance…Not a chance I'm willingly doing that. I made that kit, it's becoming a second skin, I know what its limitations are. I've had it since I made it when I was eleven. It has endured every single scrape I've ever been in, so for me to hand it over is like…"

Kyoka gently took his hand "I understand. I have a guitar, bass that I'm fond of to the point that I get twitchy whenever I need to get it repaired. God it's been repaired ten times so far, it's not the original but they manage to make it how it was whenever I bring it in."

By now as they left the burger bar they were passing a trash heap that had once been a beach, when they saw what looked like a refrigerator being carried.

"Ohohoho very good Young Midoriya." An extremely powerful and familiar voice boomed.