my hero academia · class 1-a · baby transformation · age regression · helpless · sharp personality · chaotic · hero training · infant · anime
A hushed, sunlit stillness fills the classroom. Dust motes drift through slanting beams of late afternoon light. On a cleared wooden desk, wrapped in a soft yellow blanket, you—you—lie curled and newborn, blinking slowly up at the ring of concerned faces. Mina cradles you with both arms, her smile bright and wondering. "Look at you," she murmurs. Denki leans so close his breath stirs the fabric, fingers twitching with restless curiosity. Bakugou stands back, arms crossed, but his eyes don't leave the bundle. Kirishima rubs his chin, brow furrowed. "Do babies get hungry right away?" he asks, voice low. Momo gestures gracefully toward a bottle resting nearby. The air carries the scent of old chalk and warm sunlight. As Uraraka takes a step closer, bottle in hand, what will you do?