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Following the terrorist attack on UA students, the school was closed for the day.
Press releases were made and the school tried to keep everything under wraps as best they could, only saying that only one student was injured and two staff were hospitalized.
Harry spent that night in the hospital with Aizawa. The whole night he had been unconscious. Both arms were put in casts and his head was wrapped in bandages.
The nurses thought he was cute and got him a cot to sleep on so he could stay in the same room as Aizawa. Harry had trouble sleeping and spent the night worrying about whether or not Aizawa's quirk and eyesight were damaged.
He eavesdropped on passing nurses and distant television sets. The news blared about the attack on UA High and questioned whether or not it was safe for students to compete in the upcoming sports festival. Passing nurses gossiped about having a Pro-hero in their ward, and also how hot they thought his little friend was.
Harry blushed at the comments. It’s not like he was completely unaware of how he looked, but it was different to be called out on it by total strangers.
He nervously ran his fingers through his long hair, a nervous tic that he had.
He remembered when he had first woken up with long hair, and what a surprise it had been. Although it wasn’t nearly as big as a surprise when he found out what he’d become.
A cough broke him out of his thoughts.
Aizawa was awake! Quickly Harry fumbled blindly around the bed table where a nurse had told him there was water. Nearly knocking over the cup, Harry grabbed it and held it to close where he assumed Aizawa’s face was.
“ Here, drink this. The nurse said you’d be thirsty when you woke up,” Harry said.
He felt the drink be lifted from his hand. Desperate gulps of water were all he heard in response. A couple of seconds later he heard a gruff thanks.
“ No problem. I can get you another if you want-” Harry offered but was cut off.
“ Not for the water. Thank you for saving me,” Aizawa said, grunting in pain as he tried to sit up.
Harry didn’t know how to respond to the man.
“ Harry, I’m not really sure what I experienced back at the arena. But I think I was dying, and you brought me back,” Aizawa said in a serious tone.
Harry was struck silent. He didn’t think that the man would remember anything from that day, most people on the brink of death don’t.
“ Judging by your silence I’m right, aren’t I? You brought me back to life,” Aizawa said. The last part was stated as a fact rather than a question.
“ I- I can explain-” Harry hurriedly said.
“ Stop. We can talk about it somewhere else. I just wanted to know if my suspicions were correct. No human can have a quirk powerful enough to alter life and death. I was apprehensive at first but now that I’ve witnessed it first hand I know for sure. Maybe my first assumption wasn’t quite as far fetched was it, Angel?” Aizawa said.
The man had just deduced his biggest secret and had the balls to call him out on it, all without changing his bored tone the whole time.
Harry wanted to be angry. Angry that the man that he cared so much for had just found out that he’s been lying the whole time about quirks and being human.
He probably wanted him to leave. He felt tears run down his face, whether they were from anger or sadness, Harry couldn’t tell. He quickly stood up, turning to leave.
“ I’m sorry, I just couldn’t watch someone I care about die. I’ll go ahead and leave-” Harry said. He tasted the salt from his tears that flowed mercilessly down his face.
He turned to leave but was caught by a casted arm and pulled onto the hospital bed.
His head spun a little at the sudden change in movements. Being blind really gave you motion sickness.
“ No. I want you to stay,” Aizawa said sternly.
“ But you know. You said that no human could have a quirk that-” Harry started to explain. Aizawa was clearly confused from a head injury, why would he want to be around him if he knew he wasn’t human.
A pair of rough lips pressed against Harry’s suddenly. It was surprising and Harry started to push life energy back against him. Aizawa surprised him by pulling apart.
“ No, I didn’t kiss you to be healed,” The man said, slightly irritated.
“ I kissed you because I want you to stay here. With me. I don’t care what you are. I care who you are, and who you are is a sweet teacher who cares about his students and friends so strongly that he would go into a fight completely blind just to help”.
Aizawa pressed his forehead against Harry’s. Harry could feel the man’s hot breath against his own.
Harry felt overwhelmed. Aizawa wanted him to stay even if he wasn’t a human?
“ So you mean, you like me?” Harry asked stupidly.
The dense question made the older man laugh. He had just confessed his love for him and he asks if he ‘likes’ him like some highschooler.
“ Yes, I ‘like’ you Harry,” Aizawa said, in a teasing tone.
Hearing the actual words made Harry’s heart drop. He actually liked him? He felt a smile stretch across his face, and he closed the gap between them with a kiss.
Only this time it wasn’t with the intention of healing, it was a kiss of newly discovered passion. They pulled apart and Harry rested his head on Aizawa’s bandaged shoulder.
“ I ‘like’ you too, Aizawa,” Harry said. His stomach felt like it had popped open and given birth to dozens of butterflies that were now fluttering relentlessly to get out.
“ Shota. You can call me Shota. And as much as I’d like to keep kissing you, I need to go back to sleep, and so do you,” Aizawa, now dubbed Shota said tiredly. Harry felt the exhaustion start to hit him. It was probably early in the morning and they could still get a couple of hours of sleep before a morning shift doctor came by.
Harry started to get up and move to his cot but was stopped by an arm around his waist, which effectively pinned him to Aizawa’s side in the hospital bed. Harry had honestly forgotten how strong the man was.
“ I didn’t say that you could move. Sleep here, this hospital's drafty and you’re basically a space heater,” Aizawa said. Harry tried to argue but heard light snores from the man. The bastard had already fallen asleep, trapping Harry on the bed with him. If given the chance he would’ve argued how this is inappropriate and what would a nurse do if she saw the two of them, but it was obviously a useless fight.
Accepting his fate Harry snuggled deeper under the covers, relishing in the heat they shared. ‘I could get used to this’, was Harry’s last thought before he drifted to sleep.
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Harry woke up to Aizawa moving next to him. He was talking to someone. Harry felt blood rush to his face in embarrassment.
Aizawa had woken up and was talking to someone in the room and hadn’t thought to wake him up and save him from embarrassment?
Listening to the conversation Harry heard a woman’s voice.
“ Shota, your injuries were pretty bad, honestly I don’t know how you made it out of the situation alive. That villain basically used your head as a soccer ball,” the woman said. “ Your arms will heal in a couple of weeks, just don’t strain yourself too much or the fragile new bones will break again,” she lectured.
“ Thanks for the check-up Doc, glad to see that you haven’t changed at all,” Aizawa said.
There was a familiarity between the two that Harry couldn’t place.
“ Pfft, you're welcome for single-handedly saving your eyesight. Dealing with you Pro-Heroes is so troublesome. Anyway, you're free to go. Since you or your…..’ friend’ obviously can’t drive, I called a taxi to pick you up,” the woman said sarcastically. Harry also heard the odd emphasis on the word ‘friend’ and blushed even harder at how their position must have looked.
“ And seriously take it easy, I don’t want you here anytime soon. The nurses always get so worked up over having ‘such a hot pro-hero’ on the floor,” the Doctor said before leaving the room.
Harry hit Aizawa on the chest, which was where his hand happened to land.
“ Ow, what was that for?” Aizawa yelped.
“ That was for not waking me up and leaving me in such an embarrassing position,” Harry retorted.
“ Don’t worry about it, Doctor Izumi is an old-time friend. She’s definitely seen worse than this,” Aizawa explained. Harry felt a cast covered hand reach over and touch his face.
“ Besides, you look so cute when you sleep. I didn’t want to wake you,” The man said in a way that was somehow charming and teasing.
“ Whatever, let’s get you up, the Doctor said there was a Taxi waiting for us,” Harry said, getting out of the bed and kicking around, looking for his shoes.
“ They can wait for a second, first I need coffee. There’s a vending machine on the first floor,” Aizawa said.
Soon enough the two were out of the room, and what a sight the pair made. Only one good set of eyes and working arms between the two. Somehow they managed to get to the first-floor coffee machine, with only bumping into a few walls.
Aizawa was still recovering and heavily leaned onto Harry as they walked towards the taxi. Aizawa told the driver his address and the car started to move.
“ Will you be ok in your apartment on your own?” Harry asked in the seat next to him.
“ No, I won’t be able to use my arms for at least a week and will need someone to help me. That’s why you're coming home with me until I can function normally,” Aizawa said in a matter-of-fact way.
Harry’s eyes widened.
“ You’re asking me to come live with you?” Harry asked, shocked.
“ Well we are together now, and it’s only until I can use my arms again, so it’s not like you have to stay forever. I mean unless you wanted to,” Aizawa mumbled that last bit.
Harry almost cried at the fact that the man wanted him to live with him.
“ Of course I want to live with you. I just didn’t think it would be that soon,” Harry said truthfully.
“ Well, that’s good to hear, because I honestly wasn’t looking forward to breaking into UA dorms at night just so I could sleep next to you again. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve slept as good as I did last night than I have in the past months,” Aizawa said.
Hearing Aizawa admit to wanting to sleep next to him made Harry internally happy. He never really had someone be so genuine towards him. Harry shifted closer to the man and rested his head on his shoulder. They enjoyed each other's company in silence until they arrived at Aizawa’s apartment.
As they walked, Harry listened to the new area around him. They seemed to be in a small city. He didn’t hear too many cars but heard people chatting as they walked around.
“ I live on the first floor so at least we don’t have to climb stairs,” Aizawa mentioned. They stopped at what Harry assumed to be a door, as he heard Aizawa fumble with keys and somehow use his two very broken hands, to unlock the door.
Once inside the apartment, Aizawa started to narrate the space for him.
“ It’s small with one bedroom, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living area. Straight ahead is the living room, to the left is the kitchen. There’s a hallway past that on the left. The last door on the left is the bedroom, and the first door on the right is the bathroom.
I’d love to give a grand tour but I’m about to pass out. I’ll be asleep for the foreseeable future. Feel free to take off your blindfold, you don’t have to worry about seeing anyone here,” Aizawa said. The man placed a quick kiss on Harry’s cheek before walking away. He heard a door close some ways away and assumed that Aizawa was now out cold in his bedroom.
Assuming it was safe enough, Harry untied his blindfold. Blinking and adjusting to the light he finally got to look at the place he’d be living at.
It was a small apartment and just as Aizawa had described it. Only the man had chosen to leave out the fact that it was an absolute mess.
The kitchen sink was piled with dishes, open food packages were left out on the counters. The living room was simple with an Americanised couch and coffee table. But both pieces of furniture were covered in food wrappers and school papers to grade.
Harry honestly was kind of shocked at the mess. But he started reasoning that Aizawa was a single man with two jobs as a teacher and a pro-hero.
His only free time was probably to sleep and eat.
Seeing that Aizawa was probably going to be asleep for a couple of hours Harry decided to help him out and clean the place. It wouldn’t even be that hard for him, after all, he had spent most of his childhood cleaning his relative's house. Despite it being child-labor Harry actually really enjoyed cleaning. It was one of the only times he was left alone and not beaten or verbally abused.
So with the plan in motion, Harry set off to find cleaning supplies and hopefully a broom.
Several hours later, found an apartment that looked completely different. It was like it was hit with a tornado of bleach and air freshener.
Harry had even started reading over some of the student’s papers that had been scattered across the coffee table. He had graded some of Class A’s homework before but didn’t want them to get too suspicious when they noticed it’s not Aizawa’s handwriting. Harry was really impressed with his students. Each one of them truly wanted to be a hero and make the world a better place.
It gave him hope that this world would turn out differently than his own.
A scratching sound made Harry nearly jump out of his skin. He looked over at the glass door attached to the living room that led out to a small balcony of sorts.
The scratching sound was a large fluffy cat that was scratching adamantly at the glass.
‘I didn’t know Aizawa had a cat.’ Harry thought. Harry opened the glass door and the fluffy cat rubbed against his legs, purring fiercely.
Harry petted the soft fur. The cat looked older with some mats in its fur, no doubt from life outside. It was large with brown spots covering tan fur.
“ Wow, you’re a pretty cat. Are you hungry?” Harry asked, not feeling stupid for talking to an animal. He talked to animals all the time like Buckbeak and Crookshanks.
The large cat meowed in response. Harry got a can of tuna from the kitchen. Harry hoped that he didn’t notice it was gone.
The cat eagerly ate the canned tuna and purred in thanks.
“ I see you found Nuisance,” a gruff voice sounded behind him. It was Aizawa, he looked substantially better after getting some more rest.
“ I hope you don’t mind, he told me he was hungry,” Harry said.
Aizawa shook his head and sat down on the now clean couch in the living room.
“ No, I’ve been feeding that cat for a couple of years now, he seems to always find his way back no matter how mean I am to him,” Aizawa said.
Harry continued to pet the cat who was enjoying the attention.
“ He says that his name’s not Nuisance and that he came back to you because you were the only person to give him tuna,” Harry said before he could stop himself. He didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“ Well, what’s the cat’s name then?” Aizawa asks, not missing a beat.
Harry sputters. “ You’re not at all concerned about why I can talk to animals?”
“ Well, I was going to ask, but first I want to know what the cat’s name is,” Aizawa says bored.
The cat purred deeply and rubbed his head against Harry’s hand.
“ His name is Akemi. This is his fourth reincarnation. He’s enjoyed his life as a cat but grows older and wishes to settle down for his last years,” Harry relays. The cat looked at him with wise eyes.
‘I’m pleased to meet you Death, although I pictured you differently,’ The cat now dubbed Akemi purred to Harry. Harry nodded in greeting although he chose not to translate that part. Harry always found it odd how animals and older people could always tell who he was. Maybe it was because they were closer to death already, and more open to his presence.
Aizawa seemed to think for a second.
“ I’m going to make some more coffee and then you can explain why you can talk to cats, and continue our conversation from the hospital,” he said. Getting up and walking to the kitchen. Harry gulped and remembered what they had talked about.
Aizawa knew that he wasn’t human and yet he had invited him into his home and even said they were a couple now.
Harry wasn’t sure how to process this. How could Aizawa be so calm about this? The last time people found out what he is, he was thrown into a coffin and buried alive for 3000 years.
Aizawa settled back onto the couch, coffee in hand, and looked expectantly at Harry.
Harry gulped nervously. He got up and shakingly sat next to the man. Akemi let out a disgruntled meow as he stopped petting him, and chose to settle on top of Aizawa's feet instead.
Harry took a shaky breath and felt Aizawa, place his hand over his.
“ Hey, take your time. However long you need, I’ll be right here,” Aizawa said.
Feeling less anxious Harry started his story.
“ You’re right, no human person could have a quirk that powerful. I’m not human, but I used to be,” Harry said. With that, Harry told him of his birth and the race of people he belonged to called wizards. He talked about the terrible wars that orphaned him at a young age and forced him into an abusive relative's home. Then when he was older he was shown his true world and the people he belonged to. He talked about the wonders that were the wizarding world and of magical creatures like dragons and unicorns. But he also talked about the tremendous burden that was placed on him. He had to fulfill a prophecy where he had to murder the overlord that had murdered his parents, or his world would be doomed. His schooling years were filled with tests and trials that Harry later found out were all planned to make him stronger and prepare him for battle. Giant man-eating snakes and soul-sucking dementors were the real-life horrors he had to face. But nothing compared to the actual battle. When he was 16 he witnessed friends, classmates, and others slaughtered by the hundreds on the battlefield.
He was helpless to stop it and watched as the bodies piled up and the screaming withheld. It only stopped when he defeated the madmen in a duel.
But something changed inside of him after that. He started seeing inhuman things, people he thought to be dead talked to him. Whispering shadows followed him everywhere. He forced himself into solitude for years.
Partly to hide from his relentless followers who cried for his help after he had defeated the dark lord. Partly to hide from his guilt of letting those most precious to him be murdered. And partly to try to make sense of what was happening to him.
He went through physical changes, his hair grew long and he gained an ethereal beauty.
He thought he was going insane until the ghost of his godfather appeared to him one day. He dismissed it away, thinking it to be the lost souls that tortured him restlessly.
But this one was different. It told him information, what was happening to him, what he was.
Unbeknownst to him, he had collected three mythical objects that once obtained turn you into the Master of Death. A children’s story to wizards that turned out to have a bit of truth. He had in fact collected all three but they had in turn, absorbed into his body and changed his whole being.
Now he was the personification of Death. The lost souls that whispered to him and appeared to him were waiting to be taken to the realm of the dead.
And his ethereal appearance was to calm mortal beings who were on the verge of death, so he could easily take and guide their souls to the afterlife.
This was a handy trick if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry had no idea how to control it. It wasn’t like there was a manual or anything that told him how to not look at someone and have them not fall into a coma.
The first time he went out for groceries he had knocked the poor checker boy out cold. Harry had felt so bad that he left the money on the counter and booked it out of the store as fast as he could. After that he had things delivered, he didn’t want to risk hurting someone accidentally.
However, he spent his solitude differently now and focused on guiding the lost souls that came to him to the afterlife. He didn’t leave his home until the soul of a man refused to leave until his daughter came with him.
Harry tried explaining the whole living dead situation to him but the man was stubborn. It wasn’t until Harry was led by the spirit to a devastating scene. It was a house fire. The home was completely engulfed in flames and the firefighters were trying desperately to stop the inferno from spreading. The man had already perished in the fire but told him his daughter was still in there.
Harry was hesitant to walk into the burning building but noticed that none of the people around him noticed his presence. On his forearm burned the mark of the Deathly Hallows, seemingly reminding him that the three tools had been absorbed into his person. His body must be invisible thanks to the invisibility cloak.
What are the chances that the elder wand would make him impervious to flames?
Turns out those chances were high since his hand that had been stretched out to the flames came back unscathed.
Taking a breath, Harry ventured into the blazing house. Soon enough he found the body of a girl lying underneath a section of the collapsed roof. Her contorted body let him know that she was barely hanging onto the world of the living.
Walking closer she coughed warily at him.
“ Shhhh, it’s ok, it’s gonna be ok,” Harry said, trying to soothe the dying child. His calming gaze and appearance seemed to work as the child visibly relaxed.
The child’s breathing became labored as her lungs filled with smoke. She didn’t have much time left.
Not wanting to prolong the child’s suffering, Harry followed the instructions that the ghost of his godfather had given him.
He softly kissed the child, taking her soul with the action. Soon after the body stilled in death, and the spirit of a small girl appeared next to him. She looked scared at seeing herself lying there, her body twisted under the rubble.
Harry turned her away from the scene.
“ You were very brave back there, you did such a great job,” He said, trying to cheer the child up.
“ There’s someone waiting for you outside,” He said, taking her hand and leading her out of the house, as it fully collapsed into debris and smoke.
As soon as the girl saw her dad, she rushed into his arms. The reunion was heartfelt and full of tears. It was almost heartwarming until you realize that both of them are dead.
The father thanked Harry as he led the two into the afterlife.
That was the first time he had taken a soul from a living person. He cried for a week after that, cursing out any higher being that would listen.
Why did he have to carry the burden of life and death?
Not very long after, his house was broken into by hoards of people.
Harry recognized a few of the survivors of the battle. They were screaming that he was a monster. Someone had seen what he’d done to the poor checker boy, and they were also fearful of his inhuman appearance.
Wizards were never ones to be accepting of things they did not understand.
Harry was captured and taken to the Ministry of Magic. There they condemned him for the murder of the dark lord, becoming an unknown creature, and the murder of Hermione Granger. The last decree made Harry look up.
He was being held by two guards and in chains, in front of the WizenGamot.
In front of him was an open casket with a very dead, Hermione Granger. Beside it was a very angry and red-faced Ron.
Harry hadn’t seen either of them since the battle. He couldn’t even wrap his head around the why or how Hermione was dead and that he was being blamed for it.
Looking back on it, Harry concluded that the wizarding world had come to see him as too powerful and a threat to their way of life. They needed a way to get rid of him and just pinned whatever was convenient onto him.
But at the moment Harry couldn’t even start to think about things like that. He was too focused on the body of one of his dear friends, lying motionless in front of him.
Hyper Focused he wandlessly knocked out the guards and in a show of inhuman power, broke through his shackles. There were screams and shouts to capture him and screams that he was an unhinged creature.
Harry made his way to Hermione’s body with one thing in mind.
Ron shoved him back, yelling about something that Harry was not in the right mindset to pay attention to. Harry quickly used an overpowered gaze to knock Ron out.
Harry couldn’t bring himself to care or bring human emotions and thoughts into this. He was on a completely different plane of existence.
He was working in his element, the realm of Life and Death.
He looked down at his dear friend, and kissed her cold lips, forcing the entirety of her soul back into her body.
He pulled back to watch her take her first breath, eyes widening at the sight of him.
She had experienced the feeling of being passed between the realm of life and death. She knew what he was and had seen his true form.
Whatever his dear friend had to say about it, Harry never got to know because right after he performed the Kiss of Life in front of a room of wizards, all hell broke loose.
He was captured again, but this time they wasted no time with trials and laws. This time they worked fast out of fear and hatred.
They made a coffin filled with every ward and spell they knew to keep him trapped, and buried him alive deep underground.
Unknown to them, Harry could have broken out of his restraints anytime he wanted to. But he didn’t. He had seen the look in Hermione’s eyes when he resurrected her.
She was scared. Scared of what he was. Scared of the power he held.
That was the final conclusion that Harry needed. He didn’t belong in the human world. Mortals feared death, it was in every religion and culture in the world.
He’d never be accepted for who he was. For what he was.
So Harry, otherwise known as Death, decided to sleep. He planned to sleep until the world collapsed into itself and the cosmos gave birth to a new world.
But he didn’t plan on being woken up 3000 years later and thrown into a world where his powers were mildly accepted.
Granted he had to hide them and they were called ‘quirks’ but it was enough for Harry to try living among mortals again. He was even starting to enjoy it. His students reminded him of the joy of youth and Aizawa had reminded him of the feeling of love.
But Harry had to screw it all up and do the thing that made his best friend fear him.
It never failed that once someone saw what he could truly do, they would never accept him.
Now he found himself telling all of this to a man who he had brought back from the brink of death. A man who knew he was inhuman and now knew the whole truth.
The room was eerily silent as Harry waited for a reaction.
“ You went to sleep for 3000 years just to avoid people that you didn’t want to deal with?” Aizawa finally asked.
Harry blanched at the comment. His jaw hung open in surprise. After telling him his whole life story THAT’S what Aizawa got from it. That he avoided his problems by taking a 3000-year dirt nap.
“ When you say it like that you make it seem less than it was. I was dangerous, I’m dangerous now. They didn’t know what I was and they feared me for the right reasons. I don’t blame them for what they did. I can't control most of my powers as it is,” Harry said.
“ You say that and yet this entire time you’ve had your blindfold off and haven’t used your powers on me at all,” Aizawa said, this time looking straight at him to prove the point.
Harry looked back at the man.
He gasped in surprise. He was looking straight at him and nothing was happening.
He grabbed Aizawa’s face in his hands.
“ I can look straight at you!” Harry said happily. Aizawa nodded slowly.
“ Ya and you’re squishing my face,” he replied.
Harry let go of him quickly with a muttered sorry.
“ Wait, why is it that I can look at you without you falling asleep, now? What changed?” Harry asked.
This time Aizawa grabbed Harry’s face and pulled him closer.
“ Maybe because this time you’re not afraid. You told me who you are and I accept that. Maybe this is your body's way of showing that you’re not worried about what I’ll think about your powers,” He said
Harry thought about what he said. Could it be that his gaze is just a reactant to his fear of how people will treat him if they knew what he could do?
Harry kissed Aizawa quickly.
“ Shota you’re a genius! I never thought about that before,” Harry said, using Aizawa’s first name. The man continued to stare at Harry intensely.
“ Shota are you okay? Why are you staring like that?” Harry asked he was starting to get worried.
“ I haven’t got to see your eyes like this before. They’re beautiful, just like the rest of you,” Aizawa says kind of in a daze.
Harry blushed at the compliment.
“ Oh thank you, I forgot that you wouldn’t have seen them before with the blindfold. When I was young people used to say my eyes were my best feature,” Harry replies.
“ It’s a good thing that you’re going to continue to wear that blindfold until you can control your power, otherwise I think I’d get too jealous. Can’t have everyone staring at what’s mine,” Aizawa says, possessively wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling Harry close to him. Harry squeaked at the movement.
He blushed even harder at the comment. Aizawa’s sudden possessiveness made his body grow hot.
“ Isn’t it a little early in the relationship to be so possessive?” Harry asks, slightly teasing, trying not to be so sexually flustered.
“ Not when my partner looks like you,” Aizawa stated.
The man pulled him into a kiss that was a lot steamier than the one he had gotten at the hospital.
Harry decided that this was one of his new favorite things to do. The notion was even furthered when he felt a rough tongue push past his lips and explore the inside of his mouth. He groaned at the foreign feeling but continued to relish in the pleasurable feeling.
He only took a breath when they pulled apart for much-needed air, a thin line of saliva lewdly connected them still.
Harry looked over his new boyfriend's face again. He was scruffy with unkempt facial hair and dark tired eyes.
“ Oh my god, your forehead’s bleeding!” Harry said in surprise. The makeout session must have opened up a healing wound on his forehead. Which would explain the blood pouring from his bandages.
“ Oh, I guess I better change them. Hey while I’m busy would you mind calling for takeout? There’s the number of a local place on the fridge. Just ask for 2 number fours and tell them it’s for Shota. The old woman that owns the place knows me well enough,” Aizawa explained, as he got up and walked nonchalantly to the bathroom.
He behaved totally normal.
Harry on the other hand had never felt so hot and bothered.
He quickly snapped out of it and went to call the place. He tried to remember how Shota had told him to work a cell phone.
That was one thing Harry had trouble with. After 3000 years technology had really changed. Granted, wizards were not the most tech-savvy people in the first place.
Harry barely remembered how to work a payphone from that time he was in muggle London.
As he wrestled with Aizawa’s cell phone Harry heard another voice call out.
‘ Hey if you’re ordering food, get me some spicy tuna rolls,’ it said.
Harry looked down to where the voice came from and saw Akemi by his feet.
Oh god, he had forgotten that the CAT was still there. He had seen everything including that steamy makeout session. Harry hadn’t been this embarrassed over a cat before.
‘Hey there’s no reason to be embarrassed kid, he’s pretty hot. I’ve definitely made out with worse looking people in all my lives. Now about those spicy tuna rolls..’ Akemi purred.
Harry was starting to regret letting an over-talkative cat into the apartment.