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Pushing through a crowded street, Lily cursed as she dodged a laughing couple, her eyes burning from suppressed tears. Damn James, damn him to hell! How dare he treat her like that! The argument had completely blindsided her. One that left her seething enough to question her choices.
They had married right out of Hogwarts the year previous. Barely eighteen, madly in love and straight away began trying to have a baby. Yet here they were, over a year later and still her wretched period came like clockwork. She didn’t let it get her down, pushed through and had reached her next stage of ovulation, only for James to fly into a rage she had never witnessed.
He’d had enough. Considered trying again a complete waste and even accused her of using contraceptive potions to bar pregnancy. When she made it clear she had done no such thing, he called her…broken. Merlin. That single word had shredded her apart. With nothing else to say, she stormed from their home and apparated away, James cries of her name lost to the wind.
In her upset, she was lucky she didn’t splinch herself and managed to apparate to a deserted alley in London. A Friday night, the streets were crowded. Lily dodged between the many bodies, coming to a stop outside a brightly lit Muggle Nightclub and thought to hell with it and to hell with James Potter.
Stepping inside, she was instantly surprised. A Muggle establishment, clearly, but one that catered mostly to those with Quirks.
Quirks had come about in the last few centuries. At first popping up here and there and then eventually accounting for roughly eighty percent of the population. With roughly one percent of the global population accounting for Wizard kind, they were still outnumbered. There was speculation that Quirks had come about through Squibs, but it had never been proven.
Looking about in fascination, Lily noted several heteromorphic Quirks. They were rare enough to see in England, but from the several different languages she heard, they weren’t natives. Making her way toward the bar, she stopped next to a tall man that reminded her a little of Severus Snape. Long ebony hair fell just past broad shoulders, moonlight pale skin peeking through. He was nursing a tumbler full of whiskey and when an ink coloured eye slid in her direction, Lily realised she had been staring. Flushing in embarrassment, she dropped her gaze.
“I…uh…Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” came the rumbled reply. English, with a thick Japanese accent. “You don’t look dressed for a night out.”
Glancing down at herself, Lily flushed even darker. No, she wasn’t exactly dressed for clubbing, not in her favourite woollen turtleneck, worn jeans and snow boots. “No, I guess not. I sort of, rushed out and ended up here.”
“Fight with your spouse?” The stranger asked, gesturing toward her ring finger.
Lily sighed. “Yes…one that could very well see us as ex-spouses come morning.” Catching the staff’s attention, Lily ordered herself a glass of wine, glad she made a habit of carrying muggle money. “I’m Lily by the way.”
“Shota.”
“You visiting from Japan?” Lily queried, happy to change the subject from her trainwreck of a life.
“Somewhat,” Shota replied. “I’m a Pro Hero on assignment. A Japanese Villain was hiding out here and we finally managed to apprehend him this morning.”
Lily blinked. “Wow. I wasn’t expecting that…that’s impressive. So, are you out celebrating?”
Shota smiled warmly. “I thought it was warranted, before we flew home tomorrow. What did the spouse do?”
Lily took a bracing sip. “We’ve been trying to have a baby, and it hasn’t panned out. No matter what we do, it just isn’t happening and tonight he…he just lost it. At first he accused me of preventing pregnancy and then he…he called me…broken.”
Shota’s dark eyes widened a little. “No offence, but your husband sounds like an utter bastard.”
Laughter exploded from Lily. She probably should have felt offended on James’ behalf, instead, she was highly amused. “That’s one way of putting it. You’re not subtle.”
“Not particularly,” Shota responded with a grin. “And I stand by what I said. I’m sorry he treated you that way.”
“So am I.” Downing the remainder of her wine, Lily felt a spark of something dart through her as she looked Shota up and down, a lick of unexpected desire wiggling beneath her skin. She was wrong about considering him like Severus. The Wizard had nowhere near the ropey muscle she was seeing on the man in front of her. A dark thought occurred to her, a very dark thought, but Merlin damn it, she didn’t care. “What do you say to going somewhere more private?”
Shota’s eyes widened at the clear suggestion behind her question, a slow smile tilting his lips. He wasn’t one to just fall into bed with anyone, but Lily stirred something in him, married be damned. Oh, no doubt, she intended this as some petty revenge against her husband, but he was okay with that. Pulling out his phone, the Pro Hero sent a hasty text to the others in his team where they were scattered about the club, letting them know he was calling it a night. Well used to him, none would question it. Downing the last of his drink, he held out a hand toward the waiting red head.
“I have a room upstairs. Shall we?”
He waited for her to bail, but clearly Lily intended to go all in and took his hand without hesitation. His fingers were rough, calloused, her own lost within his large palm. She could sense his strength almost and it had her blood heating. Above the nightclub was soundproofed. The noise of the music vanished the minute they stepped out into the staircase that led up to the rooms. Following Shota, Lily had barely stepped into the room he was using for the night before she found herself up against the wall, a hungry mouth engulfing her own.
A blaze came to life inside her. Her sex life was healthy, James well able to heat her up, but this was a whole knew level. Where her husband was gentle with her, Shota utterly dominated.
“Merlin!” Lily groaned when he moved to her neck.
Shota chuckled. “Interesting explanative, but I get the point…” Nipping her throat, loving the deep moan it drew from her, he guided her toward the bed.
Lily grunted as her back hit the soft mattress, green eyes watching entranced when Shota tugged off his long sleeve tee. Her mouth went dry. Never had she seen such taunt muscle. Scars were here and there, a happy trail of black hair disappearing beneath his dark cargo pants and the clear bulge hidden there, had her licking her lips.
With a grin, Shota moved over her, kissing her again. From there, well, things moved fast. Merlin! His hands were everywhere. Lily could scarcely keep up. Her clothing disappeared bit by bit and when he latched onto one firm breast, she arched into him with a hungry cry. His fingers moved between her thighs, finding the slick wetness awaiting him.
“Oh!” Lily gasped, legs kicking, but Shota didn’t let up. His fingers moved skilfully, dragging over heated flesh to the swollen nub. Heat jolted through her, her hips jerking. The intensity drawing cries from her until with a snap, the strongest climax she’d ever felt shredded through her nerves.
Feeling her body shudder violently, against him, Shota grinned around her taunt nipple. Not once did he let up, working her clit, driving her up and up until she was writhing and when he finally removed his fingers, Lily sagged to the bed completely boneless. Cheeks flushed, eyes half lidded, she watched the man lean back and remove his pants. Dear sweet Merlin! He was well endowed. Her brain instantly compared him to her husband, which was so very wrong of her, but part of her figured he deserved it.
“More,” Lily pleaded, suddenly desperate, spreading her thighs. “Please!”
Oh, she had his blood running hot. Never had he wanted anyone so badly. Kicking off his cargo pants, Shota slipped in between her creamy thighs and guided himself into her hot core. “Fuuuck!” Shota groaned, pressing forward until he was buried to the hilt. Burying his face in her neck, he growled gutturally at every squeeze of her body. She was so hot, slick and tight!
“Move!” Lily begged, wrapping her legs about him. “Please! Move!”
Shifting, the Pro Hero kissed her again and began to thrust. Any idea of gentle had fled. Raw hunger had taken over them both and like a man starved, Shota ploughed into the soft willing body beneath him. Lily groaned, arching into him, every thrust sending fiery pleasure sizzling across her senses. Toes curling, she cried out in surprise when a fresh orgasm slammed into her.
“God!! Oh GOD!”
With a growl, Shota picked up speed, grinding against her until with a barked curse, he emptied inside of her, body shuddering as the ejaculation left him all but whimpering from the force of it. Sweaty, hips still jerking a little, Shota pressed a kiss to Lily’s damp neck. Shifting, Lily found his mouth and kissed him like a woman starved.
“Again,” She growled, shifting against him, teasing out a moan from the man. “I shouldn’t…but again!”
Oh, he was all over that! Hardening up for a round two, Shota pounced. Lily found herself on all fours and the man entering from behind. From there, it was a blur. She lost count of how many times he took her. How many times she cried out his name. They fell asleep somewhere near dawn, wrung out and thoroughly used.
Burrowed into Shota’s warmth, Lily woke first, blinking away the dregs of sleep. Rising, she looked down at Shota. Dark hair scattered over his cheek, he didn’t so much as twitch and Merlin, that was probably for the best. Regret wriggled under her skin, turning her blood cold. What had she done?! Getting free from the sheets, Lily dressed quickly. To her relief, Shota never budged. With one last look, she turned and apparated away.
Returning to Potter Manor was met with an extremely regretful James. Watching him tearfully beg for her forgiveness, only reinforced Lily’s regret tenfold and like a coward, she caved to his apology and never uttered a word.
A few weeks later, joy filled all when it turned out Lily was pregnant. Of course, it was tainted only months later when a prophecy came to pass, laying a target on the child growing in her womb. The Dark Lord wanted him dead. From there, they went into hiding with the help of Albus Dumbledore. Finding refuge in a lovely little cottage in Godric’s Hollow. Through all the chaos Lily forgot about the great sin she had committed, until the night her child was born.
Harry James Potter came into the world July thirty-first, howling healthily. Laughter escaped her husband as he cradled their newborn, brown eyes bright. “Look at him, Lily! He’s perfect!”
Exhausted, Lily smiled. He was indeed perfect. He had her creamy skin, dark hair sticking up from his small head, eyes the typical newborn blue. But, a pang went through her, when she noted the shape of his little face. The familiarity wasn’t of her, or James…it was of Shota! She had slept with both men quite close together around that time of ovulation and had happily convinced herself James would be the father, but she knew, deep in her bones, that wasn’t true.
“Aww, hungry buddy? Here we go, back to your mum.”
Taking the infant, Lily settled him at a heavy breast, smiling when Harry latched hungrily. “Are you…uh…going to see the midwife out?”
“I will, she’s just cleaning up downstairs.” Bending, he pressed a kiss to Lily’s temple. “I’ll be right back.”
Smiling tiredly, Lily watched him go and once the sound of his footsteps disappeared, she quickly grabbed her wand and cast a paternal spell. “Parentis idem.” Smoke appeared above the nursing newborn, shifting to form words and Lily’s heart stuttered.
Mother: Lily J Potter
Father: Shota Aizawa
Cancelling the spell, Lily swallowed down the lump in her throat. Merlin! She had truly screwed up! But James never needed to know. He didn’t need to suffer for her mistake, nor did Harry. She told herself over and over James wouldn’t abandon them, but part of her wasn’t so sure and wasn’t willing to risk it.
Not with her baby’s life at stake.
No.
She would do anything to protect him.
Weeks after Harry’s birth. As an extra precaution, Lily found herself slipping away to Gringotts for a secret late night meeting, intent on a Will made alongside hers and James’, that would be activated should they and Sirius not survive the war. Then, and only then would Harry’s birth father be informed. She’d like to think it was because he deserved to know, but it was more a protection to avoid her poor boy being left in the clutches of her magic hating sister.
By the time she made it home, the sun had begun to come up and she had just enough time to start breakfast, before her sleep rumpled boys appeared.
“Morning,” James greeted with a yawn, bending to kiss Lily’s cheek, Harry wiggling in his arms. “Up long?”
“No, not long…Can you get Harry a bottle?”
It was so normal. Just another lovely morning, James oblivious to the fact she ever left Harry cooing away in his arms while his father prepared him a bottle. For just a moment, it was paradise.
Then October thirty-first, everything lay in ruin, a baby’s cry filled the air and because of the incarceration of the wrong man, Lily’s secret Will remained within the dark recesses of Gringotts.
xxx:::_The Lies We Live By_:::xxx
PRESENT DAY:
Harry sat in Dumbledore’s office, aching still from his injuries, tears tracking his cheeks. He was worn out. Drained of everything, after smashing several of Dumbledore’s trinkets. A part of the fifteen year old felt a twinge of guilt at that and yet felt it was deserved. He couldn’t stand to hear the man harping on once more about Voldemort and Harry’s role in it all. Not when only hours ago, Sirius…his only remaining family…had died right in front of him.
Life had been one train wreck after another from the moment he had been abandoned on the step of the wretched Dursleys and to Hell with Dumbledore’s greater good bullshit. He was abandoned, by him and the rest of the Wizardry world and yet, they still asked for more! If he gave, he was wrong, if he took, he was wrong! It didn’t matter! He was a Hero or a Villain when it suited them.
Merlin! He came so close to getting his friends killed. Ron would forever have scars from those awful brain things and Hermione would spend the next several weeks recovering from internal injuries thanks to that bastard Dolohov. The only reason she survived was because she managed to mute him. Had he been able to say the spell, well, he didn’t want to think about it. Ginny suffered some scrapes and bruises; Luna had a nice concussion and Neville ended up with a broken nose. But all of that paled in comparison to the fact that his Godfather had died!
If only he hadn’t fallen for Voldemort’s trick. If only he had tried harder to get an adult’s help, then maybe…Merlin damn it! …All of it was his fault!
“Potter!”
Head snapping up, skull thudding from his misery, Harry set his tired gaze on an irate Severus Snape. Dumbledore sat behind his desk and so lost in his depression; the teenager never noticed the Potions master enter. “What…?” He croaked dully. Seriously, could they not just leave him be?!
Sneer curling his lip, Severus snorted. “Forgive my intrusion, Potter, but the Headmaster feared you had gone catatonic. He has been trying to get your attention for quite sometime and since Madam Pomphrey is quite busy tending to Miss Granger, you get me.”
He didn’t even have the energy to bite back at the Wizard. Only wincing in regret when he mentioned Hermione. “I’m perfectly fine, sir…just needed to get my bearings.” Wasn’t that an understatement?!
“Understandable, my boy,” Dumbledore prodded gently, unsure if he’s set off the teenager’s rage once more. “If there was more you wish to discuss…”
“No,” Harry began, standing hastily. Merlin he felt so closed in! “No, there’s nothing more to say, I guess. I…eh…Yeah, I think I’ll just head back to Gryffindor Tower.”
“Go to the Hospital Wing, Potter.” Severus ordered gruffly. “You’re still covered in bruises and Madam Pomphrey has already informed me you avoided a diagnostic. After what the Dark Lord managed to do…invading your mind…I would suggest you let her cast those charms.”
“Sure, sir…I’ll do that.”
Hurrying from Dumbledore’s office, no intention of returning to the Hospital Wing, Harry made his way through the eerily quiet corridors. From the time, he knew nearly everyone would be in their dorms. The odd older student would be floating about, and others were probably in the Library buried in books. Luckily, Harry had become very adept at avoidance.
He made it outside without meeting a single person. Despite the late hour, it was still light out and ignoring the twinges in his body, he made his way toward a secluded part of the lake. Sinking to the ground, Harry watched the Giant Squid pop a tentacle to the surface. Usually he’d have toast to share, but not today. Fresh tears welled, spilling over cheeks everyone always said were paler than either of his parents. He blamed too many years of being crammed into a cupboard under the damn stairs, yet it was a comment that tended to irritate him. As well as the constant surprise he didn’t need glasses like his father did.
One would consider it to be a good thing. Especially since he grew up with the Dursleys. Harry had a hard enough time staying fed. He dreaded the idea of trying to get items for any impairment.
“Potter?”
Jolted from his thoughts, Harry lifted his gaze. Of all the people to come looking for him? Really? “What do you want Malfoy?”
Draco took a cautious step forward and dropped down onto the grass. Harry watched him toss a Digestive to the Squid. A deft tentacle snatching it from the air, before vanishing beneath the water. “I just got word from my mother about your recent…escapades.”
“If you are here to get on me for your father’s arrest, I—”
“No!” Draco rushed out. “No…I swear. I’m mad about it, but I’m mad at him. I thought Father was done with all that nonsense. He swore to me that all that Dark Lord rubbish was the Imperius curse. Promised my mother should he ever return, we’d…we’d go to Dumbledore for protection. Instead, he went the coward’s way. I heard about Sirius Black…including that he…he was innocent all along. I’m so sorry Potter.”
Surprised by Draco’s words and the fact that they read genuine, Harry gave him a nod. “It’s my fault.” He found himself blurting out. “If I hadn’t believed what Voldemort showed me…Sirius would still be alive.”
“Potter, I only got the gist of it from my mother and my understanding of this whole mess…you were not at fault.” Draco swallowed heavily. “Maybe i-if I wasn’t helping that wretched woman Umbridge, you would have gotten the teachers to help…”
“No, Malfoy…this isn’t on you.” Harry promised. “You being your usual git self didn’t cause this.”
Wincing at the comment, but figuring he deserved it, Draco stood up and surprised even himself when he held his hand out to Harry. “Come on, Potter. You look like several miles of bad road…let’s see about getting you something to eat and then into a bed.”
“You mothering me is so weird, just so you know.”
“I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Harry happily squashed down his misery and took the proffered limb, following Draco back inside the castle. There would be plenty of time to analyse it under a microscope and self-flagellate. For now, he just wanted to remain numb.
Ron wasn’t discharged from the infirmary till the next day. Hermione a week later and even then, she was discharged on ten different potions that had to be taken daily to fix the internal damage Dolohov had done. To Harry’s shock, none of his friends blamed him for what had transpired and thanks to a mix of articles, revealing all that occurred at the Ministry and Dumbledore’s own words, everyone had completely changed their attitudes toward Harry. He had received numerous apologies for not believing him in regard to Voldemort and twice as many condolences over Sirius’ death. It was appreciated at first, but honestly, by the time he boarded the Hogwarts express, he was sick of it.
It wasn’t going to fix anything.
It wouldn’t take back how badly he screwed up.
Over the three weeks that remained, he had found an interesting friendship in Draco of all people. Ron, as expected, freaked. He got over it pretty quickly, after an epic tantrum of course, Hermione scolding him till his ears rang and when an article came out of Narcissa Malfoy publicly denouncing her husband. From Draco, they knew she had returned to France. Draco would continue going to Hogwarts of course, but now, the boy seemed lighter somehow. It was nice.
As usual, the Dursleys waited the far side of the barrier when Harry stepped through. Considering how things had been left, the boy who lived wasn’t looking forward to dealing with them this summer. To his surprise, Moody waited alongside Lupin, Tonks and the Weasleys only a few feet from his agitated relatives.
“What’s going on?” Hermione whispered.
“No idea,” Harry responded, a sinking feeling filling his gut. Hurrying ahead, the teenager looked frantically between the group. “W-What are you all doing here?!”
“Ah, hello Harry,” Lupin greeted with a tired smile. “We’re here to have a wee chat with your family before you head off.”
“Are you crazy?!” Harry hissed. “That is a bad idea, a very bad idea!”
“I disagree,” Moody growled out, limping forward and jerking his head toward the Dursleys. “That them Potter?”
“Yes, but..”
It was no use, Moody had already started toward them, Lupin, Tonks and the Weasleys right behind them. Frozen to the spot, Harry watched several emotions flitter over his Aunt and Uncle’s faces. Whatever was being said, whatever threats were made—because Merlin damn it, he just knew Moody was that stupid! —it would come back to bite him. It always did!
“It’ll be okay mate,” Ron said with a friendly nudge. “Don’t let the muggles get to you.”
“We’ll see you soon,” Hermione promised. “And we’ll write loads, okay?”
With a nod, Harry said goodbye to them both and trudged after his family, barely glancing at the others. They had no idea the hell they’d just started. One, no one could save him from.
xxx:::_The Lies We Live By_:::xxx
Reina Yamamoto rushed through the streets of Musutafu, hopping on one foot as she fixed her shoe and just barely keeping a hold of the files clutched in her arms. She just knew it was going to be one of those days when her damn alarm failed, and the coffee pot never kicked in. A Witch, born of Muryokuna parents—the Japanese wording for Muggles or No-Maj—Reina worked for the international communication department of Japan’s magical Government. Not exactly a thrilling life, since Japan had one of the smallest Wizardry communities in the world and unlike other countries, had no all magical settlements, so Reina lived her days being shunned as Quirkless.
If only the arrogant Muryokuna knew just what she could do to them.
A top graduate of Himawari’s Academy for the Gifted, she was considered quite a powerful Witch. But Japan was mostly Quirk based and if you were cursed with that extra joint and no Quirk to show, you were labelled for life. Most Quirkless were as they were, no ability in any sense. Some were magical, others were Kowareta. A word that simply meant ‘broken’ and was used cruelly on those born of magical parents yet had no access to magic. Their cores never having reached maturity and with every Quirk birth, their numbers continued to dwindle.
Reaching the entrance to what appeared to the Muryokuna as a closed down factory, Reina raced inside, her ears immediately assaulted by the bustle hidden behind a powerful glamour. She saw animal control trying to calm down a very irate Kitsune. Heavily pregnant by the looks of her and clearly overbred, as well as mistreated. That had to be the case they were dealing with from Hosu City. An idiot Wizard had been selling the kits to Muryokuna who thought they were some ordinary breed of fox. He very nearly got a child killed after one frightened kit unleashed it’s magic. Craning her neck curiously as she made her way through security, Reina made note of a roughed up Wizard sat already in magic cancelling cuffs and hurling abuse at one of the poor fools dealing with him.
“Yamamoto!”
Wincing at the howl of her name, Reina quickly retrieved her Wand from inspection and hurried toward her boss. Fusao Sasaki was a formidable Wizard. One of the highest ranked to ever come out of Japan, rumour had it he’d even give Albus Dumbledore a run for his money and honestly, Reina didn’t doubt that.
“Sir!” She called, darting up the steps to join him. “I am so sorry I’m late, sir! I—”
“Not interested, Yamamoto…We’ve a bit of a dilemma, follow me, now!”
Blinking in surprise, Reina hurried after Fusao, his long strides hard to keep up with. The occasional charmed paper darted overhead, whizzing between offices, while the crescendo of noise built, until they reached the bullpen of the International communication department, where activity positively thumped in the eardrums. Used to it, Reina followed Fusao right into his office, blinking in surprise at the sight of their Magical President Kenji Ito.
Bowing her head in respect, Reina mentally shuffled through her thoughts. Holy crap, what had she done to warrant the President showing up? “Sir!” She squeaked.
“Calm down, Reina,” Kenji said gently, the man as always warm and friendly. “You’re not in trouble. Part of your duties is communications with England’s magical Government, yes?”
Reina frowned, glancing at Fusao and back to Kenji. “I…Well…Yes. But it is usually just minor correspondence, law changes we need to be aware of, that sort of thing. Did I file something wrong?”
“No,” Fusao grunted. “Have you ever before received anything from the English Wizardry bank addressed to Eraserhead?”
“W-What?! T-The Pro Hero? No!”
From his robes, Kenji produced a sealed letter and sure enough on the thick envelope, in purple ink, was one scrawled word ‘ERASERHEAD’. “After some checking, we found out it’s from a deceased Witch, Lily Potter.”
Reina’s eyes widened. “As in the mother of the child who almost destroyed one of the most powerful Dark Lord’s in the world, that Witch? What could she possibly want with Eraserhead?!”
“No clue,” Kenji said cheerfully. “But you, my dear, are going to find out.”
Oh, Reina had been right, this was definitely going to be one of those days.
xxx:::_The Lies We Live By_:::xxx
Yawning, coffee cup in hand, Shota yanked his hair up in a messy tail, pressed a kiss to his sleeping husband’s cheek and made his way down from the teacher’s quarters to check in on the usual chaos of his 1-A class. To his amusement, Katsuki was as usual barking out orders while getting breakfast ready, with just Izuku jumping to his demands. No one else was up yet, but since it was Saturday, and after a gruelling week of training, that was to be expected. Funnily, it had forced the ash blonde to bond with Izuku and that led to a level of peace that was blissful, even if their friendship was a tad bizarre.
“Damn it nerd! Did no one ever teach you how to whisk eggs!”
“What?! Kacchan! What do you mean how to whisk…They’re eggs!”
“Children,” Shota scolded dryly heading straight for the coffee pot. “It’s too early for griping.”
“Sorry!”
Smiling at the dual apology, Shota poured himself a fresh mug and was just about to enjoy it, when the last voice he wanted to hear so early called his name.
“Shota?”
“What do you want, Toshinori?” Shota growled out, looking over when the blonde haired man stepped in, Nezu at his side. “And Nezu? Well, this can’t be good.” Taking a seat, Shota shot the two teenagers a pointed look, Izuku and Katsuki quickly concentrated on breakfast.
Nezu hopped up into a chair, smiling cheerfully. “Always the grump. I received an interesting request for your presence.”
Shota raised a brow, “Such as?”
“Such as one from President Kenji Ito.”
Dark eyes widening in shock, Shota’s jaw dropped. He was aware of the magical world; all Pro Heroes were, even those with provisional licences knew, but never in all the years he’d been training or working as a Pro had he dealt with them personally, and definitely not the magical president!
“The Wizards?!” Izuku chirped before he could contain himself, nearly dropping the bowl of eggs.
“What could they possibly want with me?” Shota sputtered. “We’ve only had minor contact and even then it’s usually with Heroes like Toshi.”
“I honestly cannot fathom what they want,” Nezu said cheerfully. “But I have agreed you will go and that two of your students will be going with you as backup. I’m sure young Midoriya and Bakugo will oblige.”
“Hell yeah!” Bakugo crowed, just as excited as Izuku. “We’re there!”
Shota shot to his feet. “Are you insane, rat?! You can’t send me in with two teenagers! Even if they do have Provisional Hero Licences!”
“This is simply a meeting with the magical president,” Nezu pointed out, not the least bit surprised by Shota’s reaction and as always, amused by it. “Besides, it’ll be good experience for them. Not many can claim contact with the magical world, Pro or trainee.”
“Come on, Mr Aizawa!” Izuku pleaded, breakfast forgotten. “Please! We’ll be fine!”
Clearly outnumbered, Shota threw up his hands. “Fine! Ambushed! Be ready to go in ten minutes!” Stomping off, his ears filled with cheering from Izuku and Katsuki, he hurried upstairs to rouse his husband. So much for a relaxed Saturday.