Baraquiel 36

(19:10ish)

Shouta Aizawa, Yamada Hizashi, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas all walked into an Izakaya, a drink and snacks den, fifteen minutes away from UA. Most of them, Neville, Dean and Seamus were raring to go; but Harry, Shouta and Hizashi had wanted to change and 'line their stomachs', Neville had taken the hint. Being the second-in-command to look after Harry during his many, disturbed nights and subsequent passed-out binges. All of them prepped and raring to go. However, two-thirds of the group were holding back smirks of their other colleagues.

(18:35pm)

"How bad is it…" Neville asked as Dean and Seamus headed back to their shared accommodations to get something to eat.

Shouta grinned "Nemuri, Midnight; Hizashi, Present Mic; Ishiyama Ken, Cementoss and I took Harry to this establishment as a Graduation gift with full permission from his wife. Harry was apprehensive but decided why not…by the end of the session Harry was swaying singing 'Blowing in the Wind', Midnight, Mic and Cementoss are sprawled across the floor and we're not exactly sure where Harry's shirt and trousers went."

Neville grinned "And how drunk were the others?"

"Harry made the equivalent of 300quid…He had no hangover whereas the three aforementioned were crippled by the hangovers. He never said what he spent that money on."

Harry had by then descended wearing a rumpled black and yellow flannel shirt, black combat trousers and a pair of boots. "Nice to see you're lining the stomachs. And as for that Aizawa-senpai, Fuyumi took the money and put it into the trust fund I set up for the Twins…not that it needed the donation. It was either kids or treat Fuyumi to a spar day with Giri no Kaasan, Rei's a gem. I'm still pissed at Enji for what he did. Thankfully he knows when not to push me."

Neville smirked "That's new."

"Be still my beating heart…Todoroki Rei is a wonderful person but at this point incredibly fragile, managed to get Fuyumi's brothers to go visit." "Well two directly and another from afar." Went unspoken, as much as he trusted his teachers and colleagues this was to be kept on the down-low.

Shouta and Hizashi caught it but chose not to say anything "Boys, time for you to get going." Fuyumi stated, wearing skinny jeans and a worn hoody, with Hiro in her arms and Nozomi on her shoulder. Andy walked in with Teddy who grinned at the sight of his Godfather.

With a quick hug, Harry reluctantly pulled himself free "Teddy, I've got to…"

"Do a hero thing. You'll have a sore head in the morning." The five-year-old stated.

"Yup, be good for your Aunty and Grandmother. Now I've got two of your…less responsible Uncles to deal with."

With that, the group sallied forth.

(19:10)

The Barkeep looked up, his place, whilst normally not the busiest of the Izakaya in the city, it was almost certainly one of the safest. Ever since he'd opened up shop within a proverbial stones throw of UA, he'd had at least three heroes of the faculty drop in either on days off or finishing their shifts.

One of his regulars was the newly named Baraquiel, that young hero, could drink like a fish and outdrink his re-occurring customers. Speaking of the Bartender grinned, the reason it was more packed than normal was because there was a rumour that one of the heroes was getting married and this was going to be their first stop on the Izakaya crawl. "We're planning it to be there one and only." "Hinata, are those snacks ready? Neji, have you got the drinks done?"

"Hai, Tousan/Hai, Uncle." Came the call from the back room. It was exactly 19:10 when the door opened and the heroes entered, there was silence. The beating of heartbeats and the faint sound of the grill are the only sounds.

Shouta had a bad feeling, he was without his capture scarf and he was still in his pristine white dress shirt and black suit trousers with his hair in a bun. "I…"

"Senpai, enjoy yourself. If everything goes like Nozomi's birth I'll make it like Mirko and get you a brand new dress shirt. Thankfully, the black trousers are easy enough to clean." With that Harry opened the door.

Hisashi looked up as his favourite drinkers turned up "Baraquiel-san, Aizawa-san, Yamada-san and Baraquiel-san's friends."

"Ohayo, Hisashi. How fares your store this pleasant evening?"

Hisashi grinned "About 95% capacity." He loved the grins and held stares from the heroes. "I take it that is about to change?"

"Immensely so, Bartender-san, I believe we've got wallets that need lessening and your wares need to be depleted!" Neville replied with a bow of respect.

"The first three are on us, Baraquiel-san, now who's the lucky man getting married? At least according to the grapevine that is the Third-Years?"

"I, Aizawa Shouta, am…I'm the one getting married." Aizawa stated loudly.

With that, the pub cheered. Hinata, a beautiful purple-haired girl around sixteen darted out with platters of snacks, shortly followed by her cousin Neji. They attended UA in the General Education department in the second and third years respectively. The drinks arrived and Harry had the pleasure of pouring the first round, there was a crowd being drawn in. "Gentlemen and Ladies, please allow us to have six pints in privacy before we welcome the loss of dignity and bodily functions."

Harry pulled out his phone and for once Aizawa was grateful for the memory. What was about to transpire would be one of the greatest nights of his life "To a happy marriage and a happier life!" That was met with cheers and the heroes began to drink. The heroes chugged the first pint, then the second with the third to fifth following in rapid succession. Seamus quaffed his sixth in record time, he stood up with barely a sway in his step.

"Alright, I'm Banshee, a former impromptu sidekick of Baraquiel as well as his student and his roommate and is anyone up for a dare?"

"What is it? What's the ante?"

Seamus grinned "Everyone interested is to put a yen in for however many shots they have to do. My man Baraquiel has to match or beat the shots laid down."

Seamus smirked as Hisashi began to get his shot glasses down "House gets 20%." Hisashi called, this was technically illegal, but with heroes drinking here he didn't he'd get that punished. He'd get more trouble from the Heroes if they suspected what he had to do in his backrooms, damn that Chisaki!

"Something the matter Hisashi-san?" This was coming from the quiet dark-lad that had said very little but appeared to be the designated cameraman.

"Nothing that needs to be brought…" Hisashi responded.

"Please bartender-san, I must insist, please be assured that this will be handled with the utmost secrecy. It will only come up should an official investigation have links towards you should such a thing happen."

Hisashi nodded "Can you help me with a keg, Hero-san? My daughter and nephew are rushed off their feet."

The lad nodded and passed the camera to thickset Hero who'd introduced himself as Longbottom. "My name is Thomas Dean, Bartender-san, I am also the Dementation Hero: Malkav."

"Hyuga Hisashi. Please this way." The Bartender led him into the back, through the corridor to the back room where the accounts were; sat in the back on a wooden chair was a black leather carry-on.

"That came earlier on. It came with the delivery." I'm the only one with the key to get in to the office, it's been on the chair out of sight.

Dean nodded, he headed towards the bag and tentatively opened it. His eyes widened, and he paled. Inside were vials and syringes all of which had a very familiar-looking reddish liquid to them; if it wasn't for his two-week usage of them he was pretty sure that he wouldn't know what it was. "Hisashi-san, would you please explain why you have close to 800,000yen in Rush would you?"

Hisashi gulped "I nearly went broke when I first opened, and when I was about to go broke a young gentleman wearing a Plaguemask entered. Said he would front me the money in return I'd do favours up to the fronted amount of money. This, is technically mine, as long as I flog it and the man gets his cut…If I refuse, well he demonstrated his quirk and skill with it."

Dean nodded "I need to check something on this…I'll take a sample. I can't guarantee that…"

Hisashi nodded "My thanks Malkav-san. I don't want anything to happen…"

Dean smirked "You've given us more than enough to start an investigation, you carry on doing your job. Keep to where you're at and everything should be okay. You might want to sign your shop over to someone to prevent forfeiture. Now about those additional kegs."

Neville saw Dean return, with a subtle hand gesture that meant 'we need to talk' flashed through the air as he smoothly connected the keg. He looked over towards the door where Seamus was giggling like a loon and Harry was…carrying, two people, out of the bar with four more it looked barely clinging on to the tables. Neville activated his quirk, yes it was a strength quirk but you could enhance your hearing with a strength quirk. 'Take 'em home please my good man. Send the bill to Potter Harry and I'll see that you get paid…if you'll excuse me, I've got another four people to send home.'

Seamus was grinning, the hustle was working like a charm. Harry did look slightly rougher than usual during the hustle. Considering he'd done close to eighty shots and incapacitated his six initial competitors. They'd made close to 8000yen, well 7200 after Hisashi had taken his cut. The night was still young after all.

(Same time)

Kyoka, Momo and Shouto stared as Izuku effortlessly devoured two Texas Crash burgers. "How can you eat that much?" Kyoka asked.

"You would not believe the training I did nor understand the importance of eating well or truly appreciated Harry-sensei's cooking…the burgers here they're good, oh so good, but Harry does better ones." Izuku explained.

Shoto smiled at that "My brother is a person who believes and puts the emphasis on 'train hard, devour what you want'...elemental quirks, in fact most quirks require you to eat more than you should. A bit like pregnancy…"

Momo and Kyoka raised eyebrows at the heterochromatic haired teens choice of words "Shoto, you might want to rephrase."

"But I…oh, I apologise. But Neechan said that she ate way more than she normally did, and she ate a bit, when she was pregnant. I meant no offence." Both girls turned red and Izuku choked.

"Shouto, as much as you've improved, your tact and observation requires much, much more. Anyway, where we going after this?" Izuku asked curiously, he might not be a shut-in anymore and might have gotten control over his stutter and anxiety hanging about with anyone but with Jiro…

Kyoka giggled "Green, I was thinking you need to improve your taste in music."

"I was thinking Shouto, would you like to go to a karaoke place or bowling with me?"

"Bowling, bowling sounds good…at least let Midoriya and I pay for this."

Izuku nodded before pulling out a straining wallet. "Baraquiel has been paying me an allowance, with mom's permission. He's been giving me villains and wanting me to breakdown their capabilities."

As they were talking, Midoriya felt the small of his back begin to warm up.

(20:00)

The Heroes staggered out of their first stop. Harry stepped into an alleyway, and slowly began to channel lightning through his body speeding up his metabolism. His body convulsed and momentarily locked up, as quickly as the paralysis arrived it was leaving his body. Shouta, slightly tipsy, smirked "So that's the hustle, Baraquiel speeds his body up using the electricity in his body to dissolve the alcohol."

Seamus nodded "Yep, so far we've raised 7200yen, but the night is young and we have more people to hustle." Shouta grinned.

"I want to bring home at least my teachers wage."

There were grins on the British Heroes, Harry had the decency to groan "Seamus, if you kill me with alcohol, Fuyumi WILL kill you."

"I'm not exactly sure how that's a death threat."

"Her father's the Number Two Hero and is an awkward overprotective parent who's having to learn quickly what it means to be a parent and a grandfather. With the former he's improving gradually, with the latter he's babyproofing the house as much as he can. With thirty odd sidekicks he can get stuff done."

Seamus paled "Oh…oh…To the next one?"

"To the next one!" Shouta declared arm in the pointing at the next drinking hole as Dean snapped a group picture.

(Fuyumi et al.)

The ladies had settled down, Inko wanted a quiet night in. Well, it was more or less a little bit of a house party, of which Fuyumi had no problem with. The music was on low, and everyone was chatting happily. However, Fuyumi had noted that the baby monitor was glowing slightly, she got up and nonchalantly headed up to the twins and Edwards's room.

She smiled as she entered, Edward was fast asleep on the floor. Apparently, he had rolled off the bed, which explained the thump about half an hour ago. Edward had been known to roll off his bed ever since she'd known him. She grinned as she left her sleeping nephew and went to check on Hiro and Nozomi.

The cause of the disturbance was Hiro, Fuyumi giggled as she opened her phone quickly. On the HiroChat App, she quickly found from Dean, in a group chat that Harry had set up between the Gryffindors and Fuyumi several dozen pictures and short film clips. One of which included Neville, dancing around a lamppost, there was a video of Harry stating "If you kill me with this hustle, Fuyumi's going to kill you."

It wasn't true but Harry wasn't wrong. Fuyumi owed too much to her husband to allow an old schoolfriend from putting him in the hospital.

(Harry et al. 20:55)

The Heroes had found themselves down on the beach front, eating streetfood takoyaki and the like. The hustle had been successful in three pubs and Izakaya's, leaving a steady stream of unconscious workers and off-duty heroes in their wake.

Harry had dodged out of the third round of the hustle, this time being the organiser instead of the contender. Dean and Neville had stepped up and they managed to with a squeaky success win their round of the hustle, Dean more than Neville looked horrifically unwell. "What're we doing wrong? You said this'd be easy!"

Neville chuckled "No, Harry said, it's going to be interesting. The Japanese social work after shift scene normally involves hitting the closest Izakaya for a spree. It builds close relationships between the higher-ups and their subordinates and very heavy on the liver." Harry looked unhindered by the heavy drinking.

"I need something salty, I need more salts. Why are we down by this trash heap of a beach again?"

"We're drunk, Baraquiel, we were following the booze trail…isn't that Jiro, Yaoyorozu and Todoroki?" Mic drawled, pointing out the trio with a burning fourth. Harry looked over, the fourth certainly looked like Midoriya, only, he was on fire and more so than Seamus on any day of the week bar Monday. Mondays were far too manic for anyone to set themselves on fire.

"Right then! Drunken Firefighting Midoriya Time!" Mic began to record on his phone.

Shouta smirked and he began to explain "I'm Aizawa Shouta, Eraserhead and this is Baraquiel, Potter Harry and some thirty feet away is a freaked out on literal fire is my step-son to be. Welcome to Firefighting Midoriya. Baraquiel over to you."