Fanfic #109 Monsters Are People Too by Dreaming_Lazy(HunnterXHunterXMHA)

This is a crossover between Hunter X Hunter and My hero Academia following Gon in the world of My Hero Acadmia. I really like this fanfic because it's a really fun read with Gon being himself, a kind of scary kid, around a bunch of hero. I also really like the interaction with the villains so far because it looks like some interesting things will develop with how skewed Gon's morals are.

Synopsis: Gon wakes up in a world that definitely isn't his own. Until he can find a way to get back, he's stuck training to become a hero. Although he finds out that being a hero is much, much different from being a hunter.

Rated: M

words: 43k

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29188167/chapters/71663061

Here's the first chapter:

Gon had only been here for a short period of time but he understood this much; hunters and heroes were two entirely different breeds of people.

Due to some unfortunate and confusing circumstances, he was seated in a classroom full of strange teenagers being lectured by a strange man who looked very sleep deprived. Although he wasn't able to comprehend anything that was written on the blackboard, he could at least understand what the teacher in the dark get up was saying.

The man, Mr. Aizawa was his name, was talking about something called 'hero training'. Steam spiraled from his ears as his brain overloaded with information. From the moment he woke up to the place he found himself now, everything had moved too fast with little time for the boy to process anything.

Barely a few hours ago Gon had woken up in a room, which he would later find out was the nurses office. While he attempted to discern where he was, he saw a short, elderly woman talking to Aizawa. When they realized that he was awake, they spent some time afterwards asking him questions and trying to get a better understanding of his situation. They reached the conclusion that he was a confused amnesiac who would need to be watched by one of the staff members until they could figure out what to do with him.

The reason they reached this decision was because, when asked, Gon revealed that he had no clue how the hero system worked, what heroes even were, what country they were in, what culture they had, nor did he know what quirks were. Worst of all, even though he could speak and understand the words spoken to him, he could not fathom the writing system whatsoever.

At first they didn't believe him when he tried to explain where he was from, especially when he went on to explain where Whale Island was and the map of where, apparently, his world was. The more he talked, the more the two adults couldn't tell if he was a pathological liar, or a confused amnesiac. They went with the latter. Because Gon didn't know what a quirk was, they weren't entirely sure if he even had one. This meant there was a chance he could awaken his quirk on accident and potentially hurt himself and those around him if he didn't know how to properly control it.

So they opted to let him stay in a more isolated part of the dorms where Aizawa could keep a close eye on the boy. He had yet to speak to the principle as well, but the adults were a bit too rushed at the moment to make any final plans. As a result, Aizawa decided to let him sit in on his last class of the day before taking him to see the principal and figure out what to do with him from there.

Gon was not used to being dragged around like he currently was, and it upset him a little. Normally he'd get grumpy and get someone to explain, but this time he figured he'd just go with the flow until he could get his bearings.

As the boy stared at the blackboard, amber eyes narrowed and glowing with resolve, he failed to notice the frequent glances being sent toward him by the curious students in the room. Some whispers would erupt from different spots in the room, causing Aizawa to glare in that direction. The group of students were very interested in the new boy who had mysteriously appeared to sit in on their class for the day. Especially because Aizawa hadn't said much except that he would be spending the class period with them, not even bothering to introduce him.

Eventually the teacher finished his long lecture and dismissed the class for the day. He planned on calling out to Gon as soon as the class was over, but was cut off as the boy was instantly surrounded by the students. He smiled nervously and sweat dropped, both of his hands held up in awkward defense and the teenagers crowded around him like moths drawn to a burning flame. Their chatter blurred and overlapped as they all spoke at the same time. Gon, who was unable to keep up with what was being said to him, just sat there.

"Oh my gosh, you're adorable!"

"How old are you? You look so young!"

"What's your quirk?"

"Dude how do you get your hair like that? Do you gel it like I do?"

"Everyone please stop crowding around the boy!" A boy with dark blue hair and glasses called out over the chaos, his arm making a rapid slicing motion in the air as he spoke.

"Right, Iida, this kid and I have an appointment with the principal. Save your questions for later." Aizawa's gruff voice spoke up from behind the teenager, now identified as Iida, startling the students and causing them to disperse. Some let out soft groans and grumbles as they walked away from the young boy's desk. He gave a singular jerk of his head to single for Gon to follow him out of the classroom.

Gon expressed his gratitude with a relieved expression and soft smile, gladly following behind the teacher. On their way to the principals office, the boy took the opportunity to ask some of his own questions while he had the time. He glanced up the teacher, the man had rough stubble on his chin and tired eyes, the sharp edge in their gloomy depths reminded him of Kite.

"Mr. Aizawa, I was wondering… what exactly is this place?" Gon asked. The man felt somewhat uncomfortable with the pair of glowing, eager eyes on him. Like he had all the answers. Which, to Gon, he kind of did.

The man recognized at this point that the boy was an amnesiac at a certain level, and decided to explain the best that he could. Although he still found it strange that in this day and age, there was a kid who didn't know of the famous UA High School. "This is a school for heroes. Young kids with potential train to get licensed as professional heroes and help the people of the country. That's the basic gist of it."

"School, huh? That sounds pretty cool! I've never been to school before but I heard it's pretty fun." Gon replied cheerfully. He considered something for a moment before adding, "Also that training to be a hero kinda sounds like what people go through to become a hunter!" Aizawa ignored the last statement regarding hunters, and focused on the part about school. The fact that this kid admitted to being thirteen years old and he has never gone to school, bothered him just a bit.

"You've never been to school? Where did you get your education then?" He asked, brows slightly furrowed despite the indifference in his voice.

"Oh, I'm home schooled by my Aunt Mito. Although I haven't had the opportunity to continue it after leaving to get my hunter's license." Gon responded casually, a smile still ever present on his boyish face.

"This Aunt Mito person you keep mentioning… she treats you well, yes?" He asked, even though he felt he shouldn't care about it as much as he did. Gon nodded with a fond look.

"Nn! She's like my mom. I never met my real mom, but Aunt Mito was always there for me so…" He paused, seeming to remember something, "I'm glad that she was the one who raised me."

"I see… that's good then." Aizawa replied blankly. Inside, however, he was unsure of how he should respond to such a strange kid. With each little piece of background he gave him, the more he found himself wondering, maybe even worrying a little bit. Although he thought this, he stopped asking anymore questions.

Gon had repeatedly talked about the concept of hunters from where he come from, and a woman called Aunt Mito who was apparently his mother figure. His information never deviated or changed when he talked about it which made it clear he wasn't lying. But it was hard to tell considering he literally came out of nowhere. As a matter of fact, another teacher had found him lying passed out in the courtyard and brought him to the nurses office out of concern for his health.

Some of the other things the boy said didn't make much sense to him, but it still managed to irk him in some way. Especially the way that he held himself. He walked with a purpose and an air of authority surrounded him wherever he went, despite how old he was. It was a type of calm heaviness that was only seen around heroes that have seen the worst things. Aizawa wondered just where exactly this boy came from, and how much he's actually been through. It was only when he went quiet or became focused that the gap between his appearance and knowledge was clear.

While the man drifted in thought, the two of them finally arrived at the door to the principals office. He gave the door a sturdy knock and entered upon hearing a voice beckoning them from the inside, the shorter boy following behind him without a second thought.

Gon's eyes widened at the sight of the mixed animal creature sitting at a large desk. He observed it, the words 'chimera ant' on the tip of his tongue. Although he had the strong desire to ask, he decided against it, realizing that whatever country or place he was in, they probably didn't know what a chimera ant was. Even though he thought this, he kept staring at it with great interest. The creature shifted under the boy's gaze but kept a face that completely hid his true emotions.

"Ah, Mr. Aizawa, welcome! This must be the boy you mentioned earlier." He turned his dark beady eyes to look at the boy. Gon blinked, breaking him out of his trance and making his cheeks tinge pink due to embarrassment from staring.

"Hi, I'm Gon Freecs!" He greeted so brightly that the tired teacher standing beside him almost squinted. Nezu took in his cheery nature and wasn't able to sense any sort of hostility coming from him.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Freecs. I'm Nezu, I could be a dog or a mouse or a bear, but more importantly... I'm the principal!" He greeted enthusiastically. The boy's eyes glittered in wonder as he let out a soft 'whoa.' The principal absorbed the boy's reaction, not quite expecting it to be taken in so positively. Most people would normally react a little differently. This kid was interesting.

"Mr. Aizawa explained the basics of what's going on. In short, you don't know anything about this country nor how you got here, is this correct?" He asked, analyzing every bit of the boy's expression in hopes of catching a flinch or a flash of something that would expose whatever he could be trying to hide. Gon only nodded earnestly.

"That's right. And I don't know how to get back either." The kid added. Nezu nodded, mulling it over in his head for a moment. The second he stepped into the room, Nezu could see something was off about him. He could feel the chills straight down to his bones when the boy's golden eyes stared at him. What this meant, he did not know. But he wanted to know.

"I told you over the phone what we were thinking of doing for him in the meantime. If you have any better ideas, I'm open to suggestions." Aizawa said. He, did in fact, have one. A decent sounding idea that would play into his best interests perfectly. The thought of a new challenge that seemed like it could be difficult fed his desire to discover things due to his intelligence quirk.

"Why not have him enroll as a student! It would be quite the interesting spectacle." Nezu suggested, a cheery tone in his voice. After observing the boys behavior, he deduced that there was much more to him than meets the eye. He was curious. He wanted to know what type of dark secrets lurked withing the depths of the boy's past and potential future, and the best way to find out was by watching him closely. The grumbling, gloomy teacher, however, found that idea to be ridiculous.

"With all due respect sir, he's not old enough. Besides, he doesn't even know the basic knowledge of our society for him to get anything out of the classes."

Nezu took a moment to consider this, staring hard at his desk with his unwavering expression. Then his head flicked up and he snapped his paw… fingers… looking now at Aizawa who felt the steady rise of uneasiness in his stomach. Whenever he had such an unsettling glint in his eyes and so much sudden enthusiasm, it meant more stress and paperwork.

"Then a trial period!" He concluded.

Aizawa looked at the Nezu with a face that seemed to grow more tired by the second. "What?"

"Gon can join class and participate as a regular student for a month. If he can't keep up then we find somewhere else for him to go, but if he proves himself within that time he can stay. How does that sound young man?" Nezu spoke, now addressing the boy directly.

Gon bounced on the balls of his feet, gaze focused on the principal with a blinding grin on his face. His expression was a cross between excitement and determination while his eyes held a steely resolve. "Sure, that sounds like fun!"

The quick solution, if it could even be considered that, made by a chaotic principal and a thirteen year old boy was about to give Aizawa heartburn. It was clear that the creature had clearly taken a liking to the kid. However, at this point the man was tuned out of the conversation, not knowing quite how he was supposed to be handling this.

Nezu proceeded to explain how they would provide Gon with the materials to learn about the history and culture of their country while he attended regular classes. He also mentioned how Aizawa would be mostly responsible for him as they still weren't sure if he had a quirk and if it was dangerous. Later in the week they would schedule an x-ray to confirm, but for now the boy would be have to stick close to the tired man and avoid any trouble.

Gon readily agreed, turning to look at Aizawa with his smiling face. The man released a sigh and momentarily shut his eyes to prolong the inevitable ache of pain growing in the space at the front of his head.

"Yeah, fine, whatever. Just don't cause me anymore headaches, got that?" He said dismissively. The boy nodded eagerly and spoke with a bright, young voice that actually matched his age.

"Mhm! I promise to do my best!"

'I don't like how that's not exactly a promise to not cause trouble.' He thought, dark eyes squinting at the boy with a look of doubt and judgment.

"Mr. Freecs, I will be calling you for more appointments so I can get the chance to learn more about you and see how we can get you home." Nezu spoke, catching their attention.

"sure, no problem!" Gon happily replied.

Now that everything was settled, Aizawa decided it was about time to head back.

"Alright, follow me to the dorms. Don't run ahead." Aizawa told the boy. He turned and made his way to the door, one foot crossing over the threshold and into the hallway with the kid only a few paces behind him. But before they could leave, Gon paused and shifted his head to look at Nezu once more.

"Oh, Principle Nezu, you can just call me Gon."

Nezu blinked. His ever present smile eased to show a hint of amusement. "Okay, young Gon."

Gon grinned widely and followed Aizawa out of the room. The cheap plastic of his shoes crunched as he stepped out, almost matching the pitch of the door's hinges as it closed behind him. Nezu watched after the two left, staring for a while at the empty space they had just occupied. Then he chuckled quietly to himself.

It looked like things were going to get more interesting