➥BNHA HAREM X UKE M!READER
❝I somehow created my own harem!?❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 an ex-hero finds themselves intertwined with their past classmates and juniors.
Tasked with a mission that may or may nor strengthen the love that was already held for h...
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"Long time no see kiddo. Your truly haven't changed."
There at the door way of the shop stood a is a slender and tall pale-skinned man with messy, shoulder-length black hair that partially hangs in front of his face and often half-opened black eyes. The wind billowed his long strands of messy hair, petals falling delicately behind him.
He is usually recognized for his worn-out appearance, often having a fatigued appearance. His facial hair remains unkempt and his eyes almost always looked tired and flat. But he looked more aged and tired since the last time the male met him in person. Which was years ago, so it shouldn't be a surprised.
The male wore a ragged black outfit that consists of a long-sleeved shirt and matching pants that tuck into his boots. On his waist was a utility belt with an assortment of items neatly tucked in . Upon his slender neck was a large white He also wears a utility belt and his signature wrap scarf at all times. He hides the pair of bright yellow goggles underneath his scarf for when he needs to use them in battle.
The male who wore a [F/C] apron stood frozen. His mouth opening to say something, but nothing came out.
It had been 7 or so years of hiding. Leaving everything behind to have this peaceful life.
The male brain stutters for a moment and as his eyes take in more sunlight then usual as he oaused to catch his chaotic thoughts.
Finally, his computes his situation and gulps before saying softly.
"How'd you find me?"
The male pinched his furrowed eyebrows before chuckling softly.
"After years of investigation and coincidence. I am an underground hero after all. You shouldn't doubt my sources."
The [E/C] male chuckled and smiled softly. This wasn't quite how he would reunite with his teacher. Suddenly a question appeared in his mind and the baker decided to voice it,
"When'd you find out? I mean where I was."
"Just yesterday."
"Yesterday?"
Then why hadn't he visited him then. As if predicting the question, the tired male stated,
"Yes yesterday. I knew you were in this town and I was simply wanting to get away from Hizashi loud screaming. And through my peripheral vision I saw you helping an elderly male. Which is very much like you."
The males rosy his lips lifted upward and adorable dimple forming on his face. There was a warm glow his happiness gives. His smile was ray of sunshine.
"How is your married life with Hizashi~"
The male teased, chuckling at the thought of his already sleep deprived teacher living with such a loud male.
As if thinking about the thought f returning to him the male groaned in agony even the [H/C] male would feel,
"Don't even talk about it. I believe my earbuds have burst with all his yelling. And when we had our wedding you left us a gift. Thank you."
The smile seem to grow even bigger on the male's face as his eyes turned to crescent moons.
"It's no problem. My only regret was I wish I could have actually been there. Other then leaving just a gift. But I really couldn't. Oh how's Eri, I've missed her so much!
The pro hero sighed at the response before placing a comforting hand on the male's shoulder. A tired smile on his wrinkling face.
"Kiddo, you know you could tell me. You shouldn't bottle it up. Eri's fine. But she misses you dearly. She's always asking me "Where's uncle [M/N]. Not only her but everyone has been worrying over you. Especially them. I mean they're still looking for you."
At this sudden information, the [E/C] male gasped softly. Over all these years they were still looking for him. He thought that overtime things would pass. But I guess he shouldn't be surprised since he also couldn't forget them.
He had never told them why he left. All he said was goodbye, as if it was a normal school day. Not leaving for years. He cut off all connection, as reluctant as he was and seem to have disappeared from the face of earth.
'I can still remember that day like it was yesterday...'
The wind howls as the students arrive through the gates, hustling and bustling down the corridors. The gate was wide open allowing the children to filter through. Friends are greeting each other with a hug or a playful punch. Some showing off their quirk in secret. The seniors stand, tall and proud, confidence born of experience while some keep among themselves. Soon the bells ring and everybody runs except an occasional slowcoach or chatterbox. Everybody goes in except one and all is quiet; the male smiles sadly.
"Today's the day isn't it. All these years, I guess it's time to say goodbye."
