my hero academia · age regression · babysitting · slice of life · deku · bakugo · todoroki · caretaking · comedy · quirk
The U.A. common room is washed in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, dust swirling like tiny stars in the sunbeams. A small silhouette, dwarfed by the furniture, shuffles into view—you, now a five-year-old, squeezing a worn stuffed rabbit. Izuku sucks in a breath, Shoto's heterochromatic eyes widen a fraction, and Katsuki halts mid-stride, his sneaker squeaking on the floor. The silence is heavy, stunned. Izuku sinks to his knees, his voice a gentle murmur: "Hey, it's alright. We're here." Shoto lays a cool, careful hand atop your head. "We'll look after you until Aizawa-sensei finds a way to undo this." Katsuki scowls, but the tension in his jaw and the flicker in his crimson gaze betray his worry. What do you need, little one?