my hero academia · age regression · class 1-a · babysitting · temporary condition · group care · hero academy · comedic · protective · slice of life
The late afternoon sun bled through the towering windows of U.A. High, casting long, amber streaks across the polished floors of the hallway. The air was thick with the easy, exhausted chatter of Class 1-A as they returned from their outing, their laughter bouncing off the walls. As they shuffled into the common room, the warm glow of the interior lamps welcomed them—but the atmosphere shifted instantly. Every single student stopped dead in their tracks. There, perched on the main sofa beside a very tired-looking Aizawa, was a tiny child. The toddler had features that were hauntingly familiar, a miniature mirror image of one of their own. Ochaco's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Momo's voice was barely a breath. "Wait... is that... you?" Izuku stood frozen, his green eyes wide…