Mairimashita! Iruma-kun One-shots

Family Day

In Schenell's endless quest for Ameri's love, he accidentally turns Iruma into a toddler. This would have been fine, if he had a remedy for said confliction. Now, as you wait for the restorative potion to be made, you get the joys of spending time with both your son as a tiny tot and Shichirou as he joins you for the day.

No warnings except for the amount of ducking fluff in this! 
Happy Mother's day to all the great mom's out there especially 4ever-Rewritten who is the best discord parent ever!

Despite your very anti-kid-abuse views, you very much wanted to throttle Schenell. The kid was a genius, no doubt about it, and you were very proud of him for being able to do this at all. You just weren't entirely happy about the consequences or that it happened to your son specifically.

Having been on your way to Shicirou's classroom to drop off the textbooks he ordered, you'd been quickly distracted. A loud explosion sound followed by lavender-coloured smoke pouring out into the hallway from a room a few doors up. After working here for months, you weren't too concerned (even Orias-sensei somehow had a student set the astronomy room on fire just last week), until you realized which door it was up ahead. That door didn't belong to a classroom, but a battler room.

Iruma's battler room.

Heart pounding, you dropped the textbooks and raced for the door. Images floating through your head of what could have happened. An experiment went wrong, Kirio sneaking back in, a different intruder having crept in? Atori swept through your brain uninvited, you could quite easily see the thin spindly man sneaking back in after failing to grab Iruma once.

One hand on the door, throwing it open further, the other reaching to grab the dagger Shichirou had gifted you. Iruma injured, Iruma being eaten...

"Iruma!" ... Iruma?

You blinked in surprise as you took in the scene before you. On the ground in front of a lab table covered in vials and beakers of different substances lay Schenell. The newly turned third year who was obsessed with the student council president if you remembered correctly. One of the vials, partially filled with a liquid the same colour as the smoke you saw before, was clutched in his hand. A look of despondency etched onto his face as he stared at a pile of clothes lumped together on the floor in the middle of the room.

Iruma's clothes, your mind supplied, with no Iruma in sight.

You were about five nanoseconds away from attacking the third year and demanding where your son was when you noticed the clothes were squirming and making noises. No, you suddenly realized, it was babbling.

A tiny head poked out from the pile with a familiar shock of blue hair attached to it. You blinked once, twice, and then shut the door, trying to comprehend what you saw. Opening the door again, you once more took in the scene. Yup, it was still the same. Only now, that tiny head was turned towards you.

The wide, shimmering blue eyes of your son stared up at you. His scythe-shaped ahoge started to wave fast in excitement as he recognized who you were. Short chubby arms suddenly appeared next to his head, rising up towards you. Tiny hands grasping in your direction in the universal sign of 'up' babbling at you all the while. You were almost certain you heard the word 'ma' leave his lips. You hadn't even registered moving, but the next thing you knew, you were lifting him up into your arms, his now oversized shirt wrapped around him under his armpits. Coos leaving your mouth at how adorable he was.

A shuffling noise caught your attention and your instincts immediately had you clutching Iruma to your chest, almost baring your teeth at the possible threat. Only to remember Schenell's existence. A quick glance had you confirming that it was indeed the third year moving to get up. He looked almost in tears as he stared at the mostly empty vial. You would feel bad if he had been working in a safe environment for potion-making, and if your child wasn't a victim of his shenanigans, again. As cute as Iruma was in this form aside.