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EraserMic *Trigger*

Little: Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)

(Nicknames: 'Zawa, love, sweetheart)

Little Age: 4

Caregiver: Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) 

(Nicknames: Yam-Yam)

*This has an abuse trigger from the Nomu and involuntary regression*

[Aizawa's POV] 

My head was resting against my desk thoughts rearing their ugly heads; they were like a hydra for every one I threw away three more followed. The metallic ticking of the clock was the closest thing to comfort I had, but even that started to grate in my nerves far too quickly.

It was a Tuesday which meant the students should have had fundamental hero studies with Allmight after lunch, but he was out sick due to overusing his quirk... again, he's always wanting that spotlight, so Nezu assigned me to take over his classes as well as my own. As if the students had sensed my bad mood they came barging in as loud, noisy, and destructive as ever. 

I covered my head with my arms hoping to drown out the sound of their voices, but it only invited my thoughts to toy with my mind, to toy with my deepest darkest fears and fill the crevices of my mind. I had to keep it together, for the students' sake, but I wasn't sure how long I would be able to.  

The students were yelling, laughing, the clock was gicking its thunderous roar, my scarf was too tight it was choking me. Was it my scarf? Was I sure it wasn't... it? I shook my head and whimpered quietly. No. It wasn't that... thing. 

"Sensei; with all due respect are we going to start class?" Iida asked. 

"Shut up." I whispered. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! Stop it! It isn't here! It isn't here! They're safe! Not being choked! Fine! 'M fine!" I said getting louder with each word until I was screaming.

I could feel myself regressing, but I couldn't stop it and even if I could I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I was vauegly aware of someone backing me into the corner behind my desk and telling me to stay put. 

Tears  were cascading down my face and my students have full view of what was happening not to mention I wasn't sure if the Nomu monster was there or not. Footsteps made their way to me, but I was crying so hard that I was unable to see who it was; it scared me into regressing further. 

"Want Yam-Yam! Wan Yam-Yam! 'M scawed." I whimpered. 

I grabbed at my scarf trying to get it off of me, but I only succeeded in wrapping myself in it. 

Footsteps fell loud and heavy against the tiled floor and yelled for something? Maybe it was for someone? I wasn't paying attention and couldn't be sure not that I cared in that moment. 

"... Zawa. Hey... Zawa swee-" A voice called. 

"No! No! No! I want Yam-Yam! I wan Yam-Yam!" I screamed tears making their way down my face like jets to pool on the floor. 

"Hey! Hey yeah just calm down. Yea like that now." A voice whispered to me. 

Slowly I started to calm down before opening my eyes and bravely seeing who was trying to calm me. 

"Yam-Yam!" I yelled tackling him in the stomach and giggling. 

"Miss yous." I told him. 

"I missed you too buddy. Why don't we take that scratchy scarf off and say hi to the class? You gave them a scare there Zawa." Yam-Yam suggested. 

I got onto my hands and knees and peeped out from behind my hiding spot from behind the desk. I saw a older, loud, blonde boy who happened to be yelling a lot of bad words. 

I gasped before pulling on Yam-Yam's sleeve. 

"Yam-Yam. They sayin bad words." I whispered. 

"Why is he f-" The boy started to ask leaning over the desk to look at Yam-Yam. 

"Bakugo! Do not cuss. I will explain just let me get Zawa comfortable." 

The Bakugo boy huffed before walking away though I wasn't sure where he went. 

"Come on Zawa let's get that scarf off then we can explain to the class okay?" 

I was about to say no, but a small stern look from Yam-Yam and I reluctantly agreed; I guess he knew best. 

Yam-Yam helped me get untangled from my scarf before sitting on the desk and setting me om his lap. 

"Some of you are wondering what happened to Zawa and the answer is simple. Zawa is an age regressor meaning when he gets stressed or triggered he reverts back to a younger age. Zawa mostly reverts to being about... Zawa hold are you?" Yam-Yam asked me. 

"I is this many! Four!" I said while holding up 3 fingers. 

"That's only three love. Here like this." Yam-Yam said while putting up my other finger. 

I giggled and swung my feet. 

"So he's four and that age range is normal for him. Don't yell, don't cuss, and don't be overly loud he has really sensitive ears and gets scared at yelling. Bakugo don't cuss I mean it. I am not dealing with a disruptive class when Aizawa is in this state." Yam-Yam told the class. 

"Yous mad?" I asked Yam-Yam. 

"No love why would you think that?" Yam-Yam asked me. 

"Yous call me Aizawa. Not Zawa. Yous mad." I told him. 

"Not at you love. Not at you." 

I nodded quietly before walking up to the tall, loud, Bakugo boy. 

"Spikey." I said pointing at his hair. 

"What?" The spikey boy asked. 

"Spikey touch." I said while making grabby hands. 

"No." The spikey boy replied. 

"Pwease Spikey?" I asked my eyes big and round in hopefulness. 

"Bakugo you have to. He's so cute!" A pink girl said grabbing onto Spikey's arm. 

"Fine, fine Mina just get off." Spikey said doing their best to stay calm. 

"You can touch my hair just be gentle." Spikey told me quietly. 

I gently reached out to touch their hair gasping when it felt soft. 

"It's from static buildup due to my quirk Zawa." Spikey told. 

"Soft... spikey." I yawned. 

"Yeah soft spikey; is Zawa sleepy?" 

I nodded my head a little before crawling in Spikey's lap and falling asleep with my head resting on spikey's shoulder.