Little Ol' Me

He's Just A Little Weird

A/N: sup sluts im back on my bullshit and im writing another story but on that is out of my comfort zone so be prepared to revoke my rights as a writer. also this is canon divergent so dont come at me saying "but thats actually supposed to be this thing" your toes will be stolen by yours truly 

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Age regression was Katsuki's coping mechanism.

Some people deal with their stress by controlling their breathing, doing yoga, drowning their sorrows in coffee, drugs or alcohol. Katsuki chooses to drown his in stuffed animals, binkies and his caregiver.

Katsuki found out he was a little, a few months before the entrance exams for U.A. Longing stares at the kids' section in stores, catching himself sucking his thumb when he got a little too comfortable, unconsciously slurring and pitching his speech up when he was tired etc. He shouldn't have been all that surprised really. His mother ripped his childhood away from him, putting him up to unrealistic expectations and beating him if he didn't meet them. He hated it at first, as most would assume. Screaming into his pillow became an almost daily occurrence, as did his mother screaming at him for not being good enough. His repression came to a screeching halt when one night his mother's screaming became so unbearable that his mind forced itself into regression. Fortunately, for him at least, his mother was on her way down stairs he fell into little space. He was scared at first. Sure, he did research on this when the 'urges' arose but nothing prepared him for the sudden fall into a child's mindset. It was nothing short of terrifying.

Katsuki made sure that when he fell into little space, he was either home alone or his parents were in bed as too not give them another reason to think he was weak.

He started out with small things at first. Stealing small amounts of money from his parents' old credit cards to buy cheap pacifiers, stuffed animals and children's colouring books. Of course, he bought these over a large period of time as to not only make his parents suspicious, but the store owners and his classmates. As if they were going to be in the children's section of the mall but just for precaution, ya 'know.

Everything was going great. He had a schedule as to when he would fall into his space, mainly after his parents went to bed or when he went to bed but it was still a schedule. He spent most of his time in little space watching children's cartoons, colouring and having arguments with his stuffed All Might toy about him being the number one hero when he grows up. Everything was perfect.

Until Izuku found out.

When Deku found out it wasn't a particularly good day.

His mother was unusually harsh when she scolded him for accidentally using his quirk indoors. Playing video games in the living room, he blew up a priceless vase in the heat of the moment. His mother got right up in his face, screamed expletives, hurtful comments about how 'with a quirk like his he was bound to become a villain', he was destined to be destructive and hitting him anywhere that could be covered easily. There was a certain look in his mother's eyes that convinced him she wasn't going to stop until he was unconscious. A blew to the head was all it took for him to muster up the courage to push her off him. Scared and in pain he ran out of the house, not even bothering to shut the door behind him.

Angry tears streamed down the blonde's face as he ran through his neighbourhood wanting, needing, to get away from his house, his mother. His legs ached and his lungs burned. At the speed he was running at, people would assume he was being chased, and to him, he was. He could almost hear his mother screaming after him, her infuriating screeching rang in his ears as he picked up speed.

As he ran, a familiar apartment complex came into view. Deku's house. His legs carried him toward the building and before he could comprehend what was happening, he was in front of Deku's apartment. He raised his hand to knock on the door but caught himself before his hand met the wood. He hadn't even spoken to the nerd in months let alone seen him in person, even if he stopped giving the nerd a hard time, he would guarantee Deku wouldn't give him the time of fucking day with all that emotional trauma Katsuki caused. He ran a shaky hand through his hair.