my hero academia · age regression · class 1-a · babysitting · temporary condition · group care · hero academy · comedic · protective · slice of life
The late afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of U.A. High, painting golden stripes across the polished hallway floor. Class 1-A’s laughter echoed off the walls as they trudged back from their day out, exhaustion softening their usual energy into easy chatter. The common room door stood open, spilling warm light into the corridor. They shuffled inside, ready to collapse onto the couches—but every footstep faltered as their eyes landed on the scene before them. On the main couch, beside Aizawa, sat a tiny figure. A child, no older than a few years, with features that were unmistakably familiar. Ochaco’s hand flew to her mouth. Momo’s voice came out in a whisper: "Wait… is that… you?" Izuku’s jaw hung open, green eyes wide and unblinking. Mina let out a breathy squea…