Forced into this.

'Adjustments'

Bakugo stared a bit at the two of his now guardians, Aizawa and Present Mic and then glanced back towards the car window. Today he wasn't in a car seat, didn't have any pacifiers on hand or yucky bottles, none of that. They decided to give him more freedom today as he was voluntarily regressing or at least they thought he was.. not only that but he was still a teenager and they didn't exactly want him to miss out on anything.

Bakugo felt pretty happy about this as no pacifiers were being shoved into his mouth, he'd look  and wiggle his seat belt before receiving a 'stop' look from Aizawa, to that which he immediately did.

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" Mic said, worried as they barely ever left Katsuki alone. Today Bakugo was going to be leaving their home for the first time in weeks, he was going to a sleepover party that class 1A decided to host.

Bakugo glared at Mic, "I'll be fine." Sure he would be, he was confident on it.. sort of.

Aizawa nodded in response. "It should be good for him to be around his classmates, we don't want him to develop any attachment issu-"

Bakugo interrupted. "Like I'd develop that." He'd say before crossing his arms. "I don't even like you guys."

Mic blinked at how blunt he was, "Alright if you say so." The other day Kat was regressed and cuddling into his chest, whining about not wanting Mic to leave..

Bakugo exited the car, and balled his fist up as a grin landed on his face. He had been so excited for a moment like this. Sure, regression was good, great even; but real teen life was something he had missed dearly. He hoped no one would view him differently.

He'd smile as he walked into the restaurant where his close friends were.

"What's up, man!" Kirishima greeted first, landing a firm fist bump. "It's been forever—how have you been?"

Kirishima moved with practiced ease, smoothing over any potential tension before it could settle. He'd already made his stance clear to the rest of the group: anyone who made the blonde feel uncomfortable would be dealing with him personally by the end of the night.

"I've been fine," Bakugo muttered, feeling the weight of every gaze in the room. "What's with the staring, you bunch of stalkers?"

"We've missed you so much!" Mina beamed, her eyes sparkling as she practically vibrated with excitement. "Honestly, it's been a nightmare without you here to keep these idiots in check. You wouldn't believe it, but Denki's developed this atrocious singing habit—I didn't even realize how much I needed you around until I had to deal with his screeching on my own."

Bakugo's lips curled into a rare, genuine smirk. "Good to know you losers actually missed me." He slid into the seat between Kirishima and Denki, settling in with a newfound, quiet ease as Mina and Sero took their places across the table.

Bakugo scoffed, leaning back with a sharp glare. "Sounds like a personal problem, Dunce Face—don't drag me into your pathetic drama. And what, you four just decided to leave Shitty Hair in the dust while you're busy playing house?"

Denki rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up. "Oh, please, like you're one to talk about 'playing house." He'd grumble, making the entire table's eyes land on him. Jirou kicked his feet under the table as a 'Stop it now.'

Bakugo's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he stood up, looming over him. "The fuck are you implying, Dunce Face, you want to say that to my face?"

"Chill, I'm sorry dude, just sit back down" Denki said, making the glares less intense.

Bakugo let out a sharp, irritated huff but dropped back into his seat, crossing his arms with a glare that could kill. "Don't tell me to chill, just watch your mouth."