Author's Note:

I'm sitting in procrastination station as I type this, when I'm supposed to be doing actual work. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has thought to do something like this, and probably someone out there has done it better, but I at least want to give it a try.

I don't own any characters in either My Hero Academia or JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, this crossover is just something I want to contribute to both of the fandoms.

Just to warn you readers, don't expect each chapter to be long. Right now I'll only be posting updates up to 500-1000 words, I need to get the feel of this story as I go along this rocky ride. If you have read my other stories(Which you probably haven't) You should know my terrible track record with them.

I hope that this story will at least last long enough to give you guys something fun to read. With that all said, please enjoy!

"Talking"

"Thinking"

"YELLING INSIDE OF MIND"

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It felt like his entire being was being forcibly flung throw a violent wind tunnel. His body hurt, his mind hurt, all he wanted was to find solace for one in his life, to find peace.

A tore out into the void as he felt himself compressing, going smaller and smaller before...

Darkness.

The wind had stilled. The violent wind was replaced by a comforting warmth. A warmth that slowly lulled Ghiaccio to sleep...

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Ghiaccio woke to his body moving, albeit slowly, but something was definitely pushing him. He squirmed against the force, finding that his movement was extremely limited, especially because of the contracting walls around him...

Wait.

"What the hell?" He mumbled, though the words only reverberated through his mind. Slowly his mind was becoming ever more clear, and quickly a sense of panic was fluttering in his gut.

"What the fuck?"

Ghiaccio could only watch in disturbed fascination as the warm walls around him pushed against him and down a path, a path that soon opened up to a bright light and an explosion of sound.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Instead of a string of horrendous curse words, what came out of Ghiaccio's mouth was a shrill cry, way too high for the Italian man's usual tenor.

Ghiaccio could hear a multitude of voices around him, all adults, wincing at his piercing cry. Large latex gloved hands lifted Ghiaccio up as a cloth wiped him clean.

A voice, fit for a middle aged woman called out in a mix of bewilderment and happiness. He couldn't understand a single word she said, in fact he couldn't understand anything that was said in that room.

It didn't help that he couldn't control his body to stop screaming.

The screams tearing through Ghiaccio's lungs wouldn't stop, he couldn't find the will to stop them. It was like he hardly had any control over his body, something that came apparent as he was passed over to soft and clammy hands.

As another scream threatened to come out, warm arms, similar to the encompassing warmth from before cradled his body. Ghiaccio found himself quiet in an instant, small body melting in the warmth as his mind continued to reel. His wide blurry eyes opened to stare at a feminine blob with disheveled, short, ash-blonde hair. What stood out to Ghiaccio was her red eyes, filled with so much warmth and happiness, unlike his capo. Yet, among all of that hid something deeper, something incredibly sad.

Her thin lips trembled as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

Ghiaccio stared at her in wonder mind trying to comprehend the situation he was in.

"What the hell is going on?"

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Ever since the day she came back from the Musutafu Health Center, Mitsuki knew that something was off about her child. Despite what many assumed she actually was very fond of kids, and had babysat many other children as one of her many jobs in her youth. So she knew something was up when Takara stopped talking altogether.

Waking up to silence on the first day nearly sent her into cardiac arrest, but upon seeing Takara's black eyes observing her, she knew that he was somewhat okay. It was a stark difference from when she was in the hospital. The poor baby came out screaming and wouldn't stop screaming until he either cried himself to sleep or was put into her arms. Mitsuki was prepared to embrace this normality, but coming home to a relatively quiet baby was something she wasn't prepared for.

She didn't know what to do, not even doctors could get a reaction out of him, and her parents were only making this worse.

And there she was, sitting alone in a pretty well off apartment, spoon feeding a 4 month old who just stared blankly back at her. It was annoying and aggravating but Mitsuki wouldn't let her emotions get to her. The only thing she could do was hope that this was just a faze that he'd soon grow out of.

I'll also like to point out that I will be changing somethings to fit Ghiaccio easily into MHA's world.

So take this as a bit of an AU.