my hero academia age regression

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Little: Bakugou
Caregiver: Present Mic
Little Age: 2
Ship: None

Important Note: This story has an important family dynamic, by the lovely story called Safe and Sound by the amazing https://www.wattpad.com/user/katsaboo?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&wp_page=user_details&wp_uname=koutarou_katsuki&wp_originator=21ZYKPFKw3b0X2Ai1heZgUzzYl2kQqBF0asNTwcI5wgPPRbL68k%2FjKT2zosOj%2F10jZb7tlxCug94d90%2BPX5uFd2vff1oqPZMznYStPbgh6eLkiHcuwKlDKOcurVVSxfA! I highly recommend you go and check out their story, but for the sake of not being confused. Aizawa and Mic have had Shinsou for a good while, and later adopted Bakugou as well. Aizawa is Bakugou's main caregiver, but Mic, Aizawa, and even Kirishima help too. Pretty much any story with Bakugou that I make may have an under tone of this family dynamic, because it highly influences me. Please go check it out. Anyway!

Aizawa's POV

Katsuki seems really off today. He's been down, not answering questions he usually will, and just keeping his head down. I wonder if something happened, usually he talks to me or Hitoshi, but he hasn't talked to Hitoshi at all today. It was time to go outside and do some quirk work, which everyone but Katsuki was excited for, in fact he seemed kinda scared, which made me realize what was happening. He's regressed! Duh, I should've realized. Not wanting him to use his quirk while regressed, I go over to him, kneeling in front of his desk that he stayed at, while everyone stands up to go grab their hero outfits.

"Hey, buddy, I think I'm gonna send you to Papa's classroom, okay?"

"W-why??" He asks, sounding scared.

"I love you very much, and wanna take care of you, but you shouldn't use your quirk while regressed. And papa's class will be much calmer and quieter, so I think it's for the best."

"Okay, daddy…" He says softly, and standing up.

"Do you want Hitoshi to take you over?" I ask, rubbing his arm softly.

"Bubba?" He asks.

"Yeah, bubba," I tell him, which his eyes light up a bit and he nods.

"Hey Hitoshi?" I ask, to which he turns around from talking to Kamanari and walks over.

"Can you take Katsuki to Hizashi's class? He regressed," I ask, setting my hand on Katsuki's shoulder.

"Of course, dad. Does papa know?" He asks, wrapping his arm around Katsuki.

"No, he doesn't, but he'll be okay with it. He has 1B right now," I tell him, ruffling his hair. "Thank you," I tell Hitoshi. "Now you be good, okay?" I ask, kneeling in front of Katsuki.

"Oki!" He says, excitedly, wrapping his arms around Hitoshi's arm, as they walk out of the classroom.

Present Mic's POV

I'm trying to teach my English class, I have 1-B at the moment, and Monoma won't shut up when the door opens. My two boys are standing in the doorway, and walk over to me, so I apologize to the class, and go to talk to them, worried something happened.

Shinsou pulls me down and whispers into my ear, "We're all working on our quirks right now, and Katsuki is regressed, so dad had me bring him here."

"Ohhhh, okay, thank you, Hitoshi," I tell him, kissing the top of his head, sending him off to go back to class.

"Hey, little listener," I say to Katsuki, kneeling down to his level.

"Hey, papa," He says, looking up at me, while fidgeting with the bottom of his dress shirt.

"Want to change into something more comfy? I've got a comfy bean bag chair in the corner of the room, you see over there, by the bookshelves?" I ask him, pointing over to the corner of the room.

"Mhm, where I change?" He asks, still messing with the hem of his shirt.

"Look, over there?" I ask him, pointing to a door in the corner of the room. "Got a little walk in closet over there, there's a box in there that has your name on it. It has some comfy clothes to choose from, a little stuffie, a bibi, all sorts of stuff."

With a little smile on his face, he says, "Thank you papa," And gives me a hug. I softly kiss the top of his head and send him off to go change.

"Um, what was that? Was the the big stuff, anger issue, had to be chained up at the sports festival, Bakugou?" Monoma asks, loudly.

"Hey, stop, you have no idea what goes on behind closed doors," Kendo scolds him.
"But still!" He shouts.

"Dude, stop it," TestuTestu scolds as well. Monoma just pouts, and I ignore him.

"Okay, so, luckily, all you've got to do now is a worksheet. You guys can work together if you want, I don't have a preference," I tell them, passing it out, as Katsuki comes out of the closet, in a big orange shirt, and sweatshorts, with a stuffie in his arms. He might have been too nervous to grab his bibi. Since the class doesn't need my help with this assignment, I go to he back of the room with Katsuki, and sit down next to the bean bag chair he is in.

"Hey papa," He says softly.

"Hey, little listener, how are you?"

"Scared, class don't know. Heard him," He says, holding his stuffie tightly to him. He's talking softly, but not too softly, since the whole class is talking to eachother, we don't have to whisper.

"Hey, it's okay, if he says anything bad about you, I'll expel him, just like daddy did. He's annoying anyway," I say, which makes him giggle a little.

"Mm, can just cuddle for a little? Mind mean," He asks, which I immediately agree to, so he scoots over, letting me sit down with him. He almost immediately just falls asleep in my arms, and I stay with him, scrolling through my phone, just looking at Twitter, when Shota walks in after half an hour. He looks around for a second before seeing us, and walking over, kneeling down next to me. After kissing my cheek, he greets me, and asks how we are doing.

"It's good, I think he's getting a lot more comfortable with me," I say, smiling, glad that he is getting comfy.

"Good, I'm glad," He says, pushing hair out of Katsuki's face. "I was just checking up on you guys, I gotta go back to class before Kamanari glues his eye shut. We're working on hero notebooks," He says, chuckling a little.

"Okay, my beloved, thank you. I'll see you at home," I say, a soft chuckle also.

After he leaves, I gently stroke Katsuki's hair, and kiss his forehead.