my hero academia · age regression · child body · vulnerable · oversized clothes · quirk mishap · confusion · school setting · helplessness · transformation
The morning sun was harsh and accusing against the towering U.A. gates, but you's day had already unraveled long before reaching them. A panicked oversleep, a frenzied rush into the uniform, a jarring collision with a slurring, unsteady stranger whose words hung in the air like a bad omen. Seeking any advantage, you ducked into a tight, litter-strewn alley—and then the laws of physics seemed to dissolve. A flare of impossible light, a stomach-dropping sensation of weightlessness, and the brutal, unforgiving smack of concrete against bone. Silence pooled in the aftermath. Consciousness returned in a slow, painful drip. The world had grown colossal, every wall a cliff, every sound a roar. The U.A. uniform hung off you's frame in absurd, heavy folds, sleeves swallowing hands that were now…