Harry Potter: Toji Potter

Morning sunlight spilled through the Kurosaki household, bathing it in a warm glow. Harry Potter stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, helping Masaki prepare breakfast. The smell of freshly chopped vegetables and sizzling oil filled the air as they worked side by side, chatting and laughing.

"Alright, Harry," Masaki said, her tone conspiratorial as she sprinkled seasoning into the pan. "Here's the plan. We'll pretend that there's something more going on between us. Just some light flirting, maybe a lingering touch here and there. It'll drive Isshin absolutely nuts."

Harry smirked, stirring the pot of miso soup. "And the kids? How do you think they'll react?"

"Oh, they'll catch on eventually," Masaki replied, giggling. "But Isshin's face will be worth it. He's always so over-the-top dramatic. This will be payback for all the times he's embarrassed me in public."

Harry chuckled, his green eyes glinting mischievously. "You're wicked, Masaki. I like it."

Before they could plot further, the sound of light footsteps padded into the kitchen. Yuzu appeared, clutching a sheet of paper in her small hands. She walked up to Harry, her big brown eyes shining with pride.

"Mr. Harry," Yuzu said, holding out the paper. "I made this for you!"

Harry crouched down to her level and took the drawing, examining it with genuine admiration. It depicted him and Yuzu holding hands in a garden, surrounded by flowers and sunshine.

"This is wonderful, Yuzu," Harry said warmly. "You're very talented."

Yuzu beamed, her cheeks turning pink. "Do you really like it?"

"I love it," Harry assured her. "I'll keep it forever."

Masaki watched the exchange with a soft smile, her heart melting. "Yuzu, why don't you show Daddy your drawing? I'm sure he'd love to see it too."

Yuzu nodded eagerly and ran off, leaving Harry and Masaki to resume their plotting.

At breakfast, the prank went into full swing.

"Harry," Masaki said in a tone dripping with mock sweetness, placing a hand on his arm. "Would you mind passing me the soy sauce? You're just so thoughtful."

"Of course, Masaki," Harry replied, his voice equally syrupy as he handed her the bottle, letting their fingers brush.

Isshin froze mid-bite, his chopsticks hovering over his plate. He squinted at them suspiciously.

"What's going on here?" Isshin asked, his voice rising.

"Oh, nothing," Masaki said innocently, her hand lingering on Harry's arm. "Harry's just so helpful around the house. Isn't he, Yuzu?"

Yuzu nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, he helped me with my drawing, too!"

Ichigo groaned, slumping in his chair. "Whatever you two are doing, stop. It's weird."

Karin smirked. "Weird, but kind of funny. Keep going."

Isshin slammed his hands on the table, standing up dramatically. "Masaki! Are you betraying me in my own home? And with this... this British gentleman?"

Masaki burst into laughter, unable to hold the act any longer. Harry followed suit, his deep chuckle filling the room.

"It's a prank, Isshin," Masaki said between giggles. "You're too easy to mess with."

Isshin deflated, sitting back down and muttering about betrayal and ungrateful family members while the kids laughed at his expense.

Later that morning, Harry walked Ichigo to school while Masaki took Yuzu and Karin to kindergarten. As they approached the school gates, Ichigo glanced up at Harry.

"So... you're staying with us for a while?" Ichigo asked, his tone casual but curious.

"For now," Harry replied. "Until I figure out my next steps."

Ichigo shrugged. "As long as you don't do anything weird, I guess it's fine."

Harry smirked. "Define 'weird.'"

Ichigo didn't answer, shaking his head as he headed inside. Harry watched him go, a small smile on his lips.

On his way back to the Kurosaki Clinic, Harry felt an odd, unsettling presence. He glanced around, pretending to be oblivious, but his senses were on high alert. Two large, grotesque figures emerged from a nearby alley—the so-called Hollows.

He stopped, adjusting his pocket watch. With a casual flick of his wrist, he dislodged a pebble from the ground. It shot forward with lethal precision, striking one Hollow's mask. The pebble ricocheted, hitting the second Hollow and shattering its mask as well. Both creatures disintegrated, leaving no trace of their existence.

From a distance, a small fly hovered, its tiny lens capturing everything. Aizen Sōsuke, watching through the fly's feed, leaned back in his chair and frowned.

"Interesting," he murmured. "He's either extremely lucky or... something else entirely."

When Harry returned to the Kurosaki household, he found Isshin, Masaki, Kisuke Urahara, Yoruichi, and Tessai waiting for him in the living room.

"I encountered some interesting creatures today," Harry began, setting his pocket watch on the table. "Two Hollows, dispatched without much trouble. But that's not the most pressing issue."

Kisuke's eyes narrowed. "Go on."

"We're being watched," Harry continued. "Someone's using technology—miniature surveillance devices disguised as flies. I'm guessing this is a common occurrence?"

Kisuke rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "It's not unheard of. But someone with the capability to use such advanced tech... that narrows it down."

"Whoever it is," Harry said, leaning back in his chair, "they're very interested in your family. I suggest we remain cautious."

Isshin's expression darkened. "If they think they can mess with my family, they've got another thing coming."

Masaki placed a calming hand on her husband's arm. "Let's not jump to conclusions. We'll handle this together."

Harry nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good. In the meantime, I'll keep an eye out. Whoever they are, they won't get past me."

As the room settled into a tense quiet, Harry's mind was already working on how best to protect his newfound friends—and how to outwit the enigmatic presence watching them from the shadows.