The Tiny Tyke
It was a typical day in Class 1-A at U.A. High School. The students were dutifully taking notes as their homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, lectured them on the importance of situational awareness during hero work. Little did they know, their stern-faced teacher was about to experience a most unusual predicament.Aizawa paused mid-sentence, a strange tingling sensation washing over him. "Hmm, that's odd," he muttered, his brow furrowing in confusion. Suddenly, a bright flash of light enveloped the pro hero, causing the students to shield their eyes in surprise.When the light subsided, the class was met with a most unexpected sight - standing in Aizawa's place was a small child, no more than three years old, blinking owlishly at them. The toddler was wearing an oversized black jumpsuit and had the same shaggy hair as their teacher, but his expression was one of pure innocence and curiosity."Wha-what just happened?" Midoriya stammered, his eyes wide with disbelief."Aizawa-sensei?" Iida asked tentatively, adjusting his glasses as he stared at the diminutive figure.The tiny Aizawa let out a small, confused sound, his head tilting to the side. "Who's Aizawa-sensei?" he asked in a high-pitched voice, his words slightly slurred.
The class erupted into a chorus of shocked exclamations and frantic questions, all of them struggling to process the bizarre turn of events. The toddler Aizawa simply blinked at them, seemingly unfazed by the commotion.Midoriya cautiously approached the child, kneeling down to his level. "Aizawa-sensei, it's us, your students," he said gently. "Don't you remember us?"The toddler shook his head, his shaggy hair bouncing. "No, I don't know you," he said, his brow furrowing in concentration. "Where am I? Who are you?"Midoriya exchanged a worried glance with his classmates. "It seems the de-aging quirk has also caused Aizawa-sensei to lose his memories," he said, his voice tinged with concern.The rest of the class gathered around the tiny Aizawa, their expressions a mix of confusion and sympathy."Poor Aizawa-sensei," Uraraka said, her eyes filled with worry. "He must be so scared and confused.""Well, we can't just leave him like this," Iida declared, his voice filled with determination. "As his students, it is our duty to care for Aizawa-sensei until the effects of the quirk wear off."The class nodded in agreement, their faces set with resolve. Midoriya turned to the toddler, offering him a gentle smile."Don't worry, Aizawa-sensei," he said reassuringly. "We're going to take care of you until you're all better, okay?"
The tiny Aizawa blinked up at him, his expression uncertain. "Okay," he said hesitantly, his small hands gripping the oversized jumpsuit.Midoriya carefully scooped up the toddler, cradling him in his arms. Aizawa let out a small, surprised sound, but quickly settled against Midoriya's chest, his eyes wide with curiosity."Alright, class," Midoriya said, addressing the group. "Let's take Aizawa-sensei to the nurse's office and see if she can help us figure out what to do."The students nodded in agreement, and the group made their way out of the classroom, the tiny Aizawa nestled safely in Midoriya's arms.As they walked, the toddler's gaze darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings with a mixture of wonder and trepidation. He tugged on Midoriya's shirt, his brow furrowed in concentration."Where are we?" he asked, his voice soft and uncertain."We're at U.A. High School," Midoriya replied gently. "It's a school for aspiring heroes."The tiny Aizawa's eyes widened in surprise. "Heroes?" he echoed, his voice filled with awe. "Like the ones in the stories?"Midori chuckled. "Yes, just like that. We're all training to become heroes one day."The toddler's face lit up with excitement. "Wow, that's so cool!" he exclaimed, his earlier trepidation forgotten. He squirmed in Midoriya's arms, eager to explore his new surroundings.
Iida, ever the diligent class representative, stepped forward to address the group. "Alright, everyone, let's make sure we keep a close eye on Aizawa-sensei. We don't want him to wander off and get lost."The class nodded in agreement, and they continued their trek to the nurse's office, with the tiny Aizawa eagerly taking in every detail.When they arrived, Recovery Girl greeted them with a concerned frown. "What on earth happened?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the toddler in Midoriya's arms."We're not entirely sure," Midoriya explained. "Aizawa-sensei was in the middle of a lecture when he was suddenly engulfed in a bright light. When it faded, he was like this, and he doesn't seem to have any memories of us or his life as a pro hero."Recovery Girl hummed thoughtfully, her eyes narrowed as she studied the tiny Aizawa. "Well, this is certainly a peculiar situation," she said. "Let me take a closer look."She gently ushered Midoriya to a nearby examination table, where the toddler was carefully placed. Aizawa eyed the nurse warily, his small hands gripping the edge of the table.Recovery Girl conducted a thorough examination, checking the toddler's vitals and using her quirk to assess his condition. The class watched anxiously, their faces etched with concern.After a few moments, the nurse straightened up, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Well, it seems the de-aging quirk has not only physically transformed Aizawa-sensei, but has also wiped his memories up to the age of four," she explained. "He's essentially a toddler with no recollection of his past."The class erupted into a chorus of worried murmurs, their faces filled with sympathy for their teacher."So, how long will the effects last?" Iida asked, his voice laced with concern.Recovery Girl shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't say for certain. Quirks like this can be quite unpredictable. It could be a matter of hours, days, or even weeks before the effects wear off."
Midoriya glanced down at the tiny Aizawa, who was now curiously examining the stethoscope Recovery Girl had used. "In the meantime, what should we do?" he asked.The nurse's expression softened as she looked at the toddler. "Well, since Aizawa-sensei has no memories of his life as a pro hero, he'll need to be cared for like any other young child," she said. "That means providing him with food, shelter, and plenty of attention and affection."The class exchanged nervous glances, the weight of their newfound responsibility settling heavily on their shoulders."Don't worry, class," Recovery Girl said, sensing their apprehension. "I'm sure you all have the skills and compassion to take care of Aizawa-sensei until he's back to normal."Midoriya nodded determinedly. "We'll do our best," he said, his gaze fixed on the toddler.The tiny Aizawa looked up at him, his eyes shining with curiosity. "Are you my new friend?" he asked, his voice filled with innocent hope.Midoriya couldn't help but smile. "Yes, Aizawa-sensei," he said, gently ruffling the toddler's shaggy hair. "We're all your friends now."The tiny Aizawa beamed up at him, his face lighting up with pure joy. Midoriya's heart melted at the sight - it was so strange to see their usually stern and stoic teacher reduced to such a carefree and adorable state."Alright, class," Iida said, stepping forward. "Now that we know the situation, we need to come up with a plan to care for Aizawa-sensei until the effects of the quirk wear off."
The students nodded in agreement, their expressions filled with determination."We should probably start by getting him some proper clothes that fit," Uraraka suggested, eyeing the oversized jumpsuit the toddler was wearing. "And maybe some toys and other things to keep him entertained.""Good idea, Uraraka," Iida said, nodding approvingly. "We'll need to divide up the responsibilities to ensure Aizawa-sensei is well taken care of."The class quickly sprang into action, each student volunteering for various tasks. Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida would be in charge of the toddler's daily care, while the others would handle things like shopping for supplies and coordinating with the school administration.As the students began to disperse, the tiny Aizawa suddenly reached out and tugged on Midoriya's sleeve, his eyes wide with concern."Are you leaving?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.Midoriya smiled reassuringly and gently squeezed the toddler's hand. "Don't worry, Aizawa-sensei," he said. "We're just going to get you some new clothes and toys. We'll be right back, I promise."The tiny Aizawa seemed to relax at Midoriya's words, and he nodded hesitantly. Uraraka and Iida also offered him comforting smiles before the trio headed out, leaving the rest of the class to handle the other preparations.As they walked through the halls, Midoriya couldn't help but marvel at how different Aizawa-sensei was as a toddler. Gone was the stern, no-nonsense demeanor they were all so familiar with, replaced by a curious, wide-eyed child who seemed to find wonder in even the most mundane things."Look, Deku!" the tiny Aizawa suddenly exclaimed, tugging on Midoriya's sleeve and pointing at a potted plant they were passing. "It's so green and the flowers are so pretty!"
Midoriya chuckled, gently guiding the toddler's hand back down. "Yes, it is very nice," he said, his voice filled with affection.Uraraka giggled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "He's so cute!" she whispered to Iida, who nodded in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.As they approached the school's main entrance, they encountered a group of their classmates, all of whom had gathered various supplies and were eagerly awaiting their return."Midoriya! Uraraka! Iida!" Kirishima called out, waving excitedly. "We got all the stuff you asked for!"The tiny Aizawa's eyes widened at the sight of the unfamiliar faces, and he instinctively pressed closer to Midoriya, his small hands gripping the taller boy's shirt.Midoriya gently rubbed the toddler's back, offering him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Aizawa-sensei," he said softly. "These are our friends. They're here to help take care of you."The tiny Aizawa peered out from behind Midoriya, his gaze darting nervously from one student to the next. Slowly, he began to relax, his grip on Midoriya's shirt loosening.
Kirishima approached them, his face split into a wide grin. "Hey there, little guy!" he said, his voice gentle. "I'm Kirishima. It's nice to meet you!"The toddler blinked up at him, his expression cautious but curious. "Hi," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.The tiny Aizawa's cautious expression slowly gave way to a small, tentative smile as Kirishima continued to speak to him in a warm, friendly tone. The rest of the class gathered around, each taking turns introducing themselves and offering the toddler a welcoming smile.Todoroki, ever the stoic one, approached the group with a neutral expression. However, as he caught sight of the diminutive Aizawa, his eyes softened ever so slightly. "Hello, Aizawa-sensei," he said, his voice calm and even. "I'm Todoroki. It's nice to meet you."The tiny Aizawa studied Todoroki for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, to everyone's surprise, he reached out and gently tugged on Todoroki's sleeve. "Your hair is pretty," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Todoroki blinked, momentarily taken aback, before the faintest of smiles graced his features. "Thank you," he replied, his tone warm and genuine.The rest of the class cooed and awed at the adorable interaction, their hearts melting at the sight of their usually stern teacher reduced to such a sweet and innocent state."Alright, alright, give the little guy some space," Bakugou suddenly interjected, his gruff voice cutting through the chorus of adoration. "We've got stuff to do, don't we?"The tiny Aizawa startled at the sound of Bakugou's voice, his small body instinctively shrinking back against Midoriya. Midoriya shot Bakugou a disapproving look, but the explosive blond merely scoffed and turned away, muttering something under his breath."Don't mind Bakugou," Kirishima said, flashing the toddler a reassuring smile. "He's a bit rough around the edges, but he's a good guy, I promise."The tiny Aizawa nodded hesitantly, his gaze still wary as he watched Bakugou from the safety of Midoriya's embrace."Alright, everyone," Iida said, clapping his hands to gather the group's attention. "Let's get Aizawa-sensei outfitted with some proper clothing and supplies. We need to make sure he's comfortable and taken care of."The class quickly sprang into action, dividing up the tasks and heading off to various parts of the school to gather the necessary items. Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida remained with the tiny Aizawa, gently guiding him through the unfamiliar hallways.
As they walked, the toddler's eyes darted around, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling school. He seemed both fascinated and overwhelmed by the sheer size and activity of the building, his small hand gripping Midoriya's shirt tightly."It's a lot, isn't it?" Uraraka said, offering the toddler a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, we'll make sure you feel right at home."The tiny Aizawa nodded, his expression still slightly apprehensive, but he seemed to take comfort in the presence of the three students.When they reached the dorms, the class had already gathered an impressive array of supplies – tiny clothes, toys, books, and even a small bed and bedding set. The toddler's eyes widened in wonder as he took in the colorful array of items, his earlier trepidation slowly melting away."Wow, you guys really went all out," Midoriya said, his voice filled with awe.
"Of course!" Kirishima exclaimed, grinning proudly. "We want Aizawa-sensei to be as comfortable as possible."The tiny Aizawa's gaze darted from one item to the next, his small fingers reaching out to tentatively touch the soft fabrics and smooth surfaces. Midoriya couldn't help but chuckle at the toddler's fascination, his heart swelling with affection."Alright, let's get you changed into some proper clothes, Aizawa-sensei," Uraraka said, gently guiding the toddler towards the small bed.The tiny Aizawa obediently allowed the students to undress him and help him into a cozy, child-sized jumpsuit, complete with a fluffy,hooded sweatshirt. As they dressed him, the toddler's eyes were wide with wonder, his small fingers tracing the soft fabric with fascination."There, all cozy," Uraraka said, smoothing down the fabric with a gentle smile. "How does it feel, Aizawa-sensei?"The tiny Aizawa looked up at her, his expression a mix of shyness and delight. "It's soft," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Midoriya couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, his heart swelling with affection for the diminutive version of their usually stern teacher. "I'm glad you like it," he said, gently ruffling the toddler's shaggy hair.The tiny Aizawa leaned into Midoriya's touch, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was such a stark contrast to the aloof, no-nonsense Aizawa they were all so familiar with, and the students couldn't help but find it utterly endearing."Alright, now that we've got you all dressed up, what do you say we show you around your new room?" Iida said, gesturing towards the cozy space that had been set up for the toddler.The tiny Aizawa's gaze followed Iida's outstretched hand, his eyes widening as he took in the array of toys, books, and other child-friendly items that had been carefully arranged. Midoriya could practically see the gears turning in the toddler's mind as he processed all the new and exciting things around him.
"Go on, Aizawa-sensei," Uraraka encouraged, giving the toddler a gentle nudge. "Explore to your heart's content!"The tiny Aizawa hesitated for a moment, his small hands gripping the hem of Midoriya's shirt, before slowly stepping forward, his eyes darting around the room with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida watched with bated breath as the toddler cautiously made his way around the space, his fingers trailing along the spines of the books and the soft plush toys. Every so often, he would pause to pick up an item, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined it."He seems to really like the books," Iida observed, nodding approvingly as the tiny Aizawa carefully selected a colorful picture book and began flipping through the pages."Yeah, it's kind of amazing to see him so interested in something other than hero work and training," Uraraka said, a fond smile spreading across her face.
Midoriya couldn't help but agree. Seeing their usually stoic and serious teacher reduced to such a curious and playful state was both endearing and surreal. He couldn't help but wonder what other hidden depths they might uncover as they cared for the diminutive Aizawa.As the toddler continued to explore his new surroundings, the rest of the class began to filter in, each carrying additional supplies and offering the tiny Aizawa warm smiles and gentle greetings.Todoroki approached the toddler, a small plush toy in his hands. "I thought you might like this," he said, his voice soft and measured.The tiny Aizawa looked up from his book, his eyes widening as he caught sight of the fluffy, cat-shaped plushie. Slowly, he reached out and gently took the toy, his small fingers running over the soft fabric."Thank you," the toddler murmured, his gaze fixed on the plushie with rapt attention.
Todoroki nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're welcome," he replied, before stepping back to allow the other students to approach.Kirishima and Kaminari bounded over, their arms laden with brightly colored blocks and puzzles. "Hey, little guy!" Kirishima called out, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "We've got some fun stuff for you to play with!"The tiny Aizawa looked up, his expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension as the two boisterous students approaches. Midoriya could see the toddler's small body tense slightly, his grip on the plush toy tightening.Sensing the toddler's unease, Kirishima slowed his pace and lowered his voice, offering the tiny Aizawa a warm, reassuring smile. "Hey there, no need to be scared," he said gently. "We just wanted to show you some cool toys we brought."Kaminari nodded enthusiastically, carefully setting down the colorful blocks and puzzles. "Yeah, we've got all kinds of fun stuff for you to play with," he said, his voice surprisingly soft and soothing.
The tiny Aizawa studied the two students for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Then, slowly, he loosened his grip on the plush toy and reached out to tentatively touch one of the blocks.Kirishima and Kaminari beamed, their faces lighting up with delight. "See? Told you he'd like them," Kaminari said, nudging Kirishima playfully.Midoriya couldn't help but smile at the scene, his heart swelling with affection for the tiny version of his teacher. It was clear that the class was determined to make the toddler feel welcome and comfortable, and their efforts were already paying off.As the other students continued to filter in, each bringing their own contributions to the toddler's makeshift room, the tiny Aizawa gradually began to relax, his initial trepidation giving way to a growing sense of curiosity and wonder.Tsuyu approached the toddler, a small, brightly colored book in her hands. "Here, Aizawa-sensei," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "I thought you might enjoy this one."The tiny Aizawa looked up at her, his eyes wide and attentive. Slowly, he reached out and took the book, his small fingers tracing the colorful illustrations on the cover."Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tsuyu smiled, her expression warm and gentle. "You're welcome," she replied, before stepping back to allow the other students to interact with the toddler.Midoriya watched as the tiny Aizawa carefully opened the book and began to flip through the pages, his brow furrowed in concentration. It was a stark contrast to the aloof, no-nonsense demeanor that the class was so familiar with, and Midoriya couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the diminutive version of his teacher.As the students continued to dote on the toddler, Midoriya couldn't help but wonder how long this transformation would last. Would Aizawa-sensei eventually return to his usual self, or would he remain a child indefinitely? The thought of their stern, experienced teacher being trapped in a child's body was both endearing and concerning.Midoriya was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Bakugou's gruff voice. "Oi, Deku, stop staring and come help with this stuff," the explosive blond barked, his expression as surly as ever.Midoriya blinked, momentarily taken aback by Bakugou's abrupt tone, before quickly nodding and hurrying over to lend a hand. As he worked alongside his classmates, he couldn't help but steal occasional glances at the tiny Aizawa, his heart filled with a mixture of fondness and worry.
As the afternoon wore on, the students continued to fuss over the toddler, showering him with attention and affection. The tiny Aizawa, for his part, seemed to gradually warm up to the group, his initial trepidation giving way to a growing sense of comfort and trust.At one point, Uraraka coaxed the toddler into a game of hide-and-seek, her infectious laughter filling the room as the tiny Aizawa giggled and squealed with delight. Midoriya couldn't help but join in, his heart swelling with joy at the sight of their usually stern teacher reduced to such a carefree, playful state.As the game wound down, the tiny Aizawa settled onto the small bed, his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. Midoriya couldn't help but chuckle As the tiny Aizawa's eyes began to droop, Midoriya couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over him. The diminutive version of their teacher was so vulnerable and innocent, a far cry from the stern, no-nonsense persona they were all so familiar with.Just as the toddler was about to drift off to sleep, the door to the makeshift nursery burst open, and in strode Present Mic and Midnight, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity."Alright, kiddos, what's going on here?" Present Mic boomed, his voice echoing through the room. "We heard there was some kind of incident with Aizawa, and we had to come check it out for ourselves!"Midnight, ever the picture of grace and poise, swept into the room, her sharp eyes scanning the scene with a keen gaze. "My, my, what do we have here?" she purred, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.The tiny Aizawa startled at the sudden intrusion, his eyes snapping open as he clutched the plush toy Todoroki had given him tightly to his chest. Midoriya could see the toddler's small body tense, his expression a mix of fear and uncertainty.
Sensing the toddler's distress, Midoriya quickly stepped forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Ah, Mic-sensei, Midnight-sensei, it's, uh, it's a long story," he stammered, his mind racing to find the right words.Present Mic's brow furrowed as he took in the scene, his gaze settling on the diminutive Aizawa. "Wait, is that... Aizawa?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft and disbelieving.Midnight, ever the observant one, had already made her way over to the toddler, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, well, well, if it isn't our dear Eraser Head," she purred, her voice dripping with a playful, almost maternal, affection. "Aren't you just the cutest little thing?"The tiny Aizawa shrunk back, his small frame trembling as Midnight approached. Midoriya could see the toddler's eyes darting around the room, searching for a way to escape the sudden onslaught of attention.Sensing the toddler's distress, Midoriya quickly stepped in, placing himself between Aizawa and the two teachers. "Please, Mic-sensei, Midnight-sensei, go easy on him," he pleaded, his voice laced with concern. "He's been through a lot, and we're trying to make him feel safe and comfortable."
Present Mic blinked, his expression softening as he took in Midoriya's words. "Whoa, whoa, easy there, little listener," he said, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. "We're not here to cause any trouble. We just want to make sure our dear Eraser Head is doing alright."Midnight nodded, her gaze fixed on the tiny Aizawa with a mix of amusement and tenderness. "That's right, darling," she cooed, her voice low and soothing. "We're here to help, not to scare you."The tiny Aizawa peered out from behind Midoriya, his eyes wide and wary. Slowly, he began to relax, his grip on the plush toy loosening as he realized that the two teachers posed no immediate threat.Midoriya couldn't help but marvel at the sight, his heart swelling with a strange mix of affection and amusement. Seeing their usually stern and stoic teacher reduced to such a vulnerable, childlike state was both endearing and surreal.Present Mic, ever the extrovert, couldn't contain his excitement. "Oh, man, just wait until the rest of the faculty hears about this!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with glee. "Eraser Head, a tiny little tyke? This is gonna be the talk of the school!"
Midnight chuckled, her expression positively gleeful. "Oh, I can just imagine the look on Nezu's face," she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "This is going to be delightful."Midoriya couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern at the teachers' reactions. While he understood their amusement, he didn't want the tiny Aizawa to feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable."Mic-sensei, Midnight-sensei, please try to keep it down," Midoriya said, his voice low and earnest. "Aizawa-sensei has been through a lot, and we're trying to make him feel safe and at ease."The two teachers paused, their expressions softening as they took in Midoriya's words. Present Mic cleared his throat, his boisterous demeanor tempered by a newfound sense of understanding."You're right, kid," he said, his voice uncharacteristically subdued. "We don't want to scare the little guy, now do we?" He turned his attention to the tiny Aizawa, offering the toddler a warm, reassuring smile.Midnight, too, seemed to sense the need for a gentler approach. She stepped closer to the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, and crouched down so that she was eye-level with the diminutive teacher."There, there, Eraser Head," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing. "We're not here to cause any trouble. We just want to make sure you're doing alright."
The tiny Aizawa regarded the two teachers warily, his small frame still tense with apprehension. Midoriya could see the toddler's gaze dart between the two adults, his brow furrowed in concentration.Slowly, the tiny Aizawa began to relax, his grip on the plush toy loosening as he realized that the teachers posed no immediate threat. Midoriya couldn't help but feel a surge of relief, grateful that the toddler was starting to trust the adults in the room."That's it, darling," Midnight cooed, her expression warm and gentle. "We're not going to hurt you. We just want to make sure you're comfortable and safe."Present Mic nodded, his usual boisterous energy tempered by a newfound sense of empathy. "Yeah, little listener," he said, his voice low and soothing. "We're here to help, not to cause any trouble."The tiny Aizawa studied the two teachers for a moment, his expression still guarded but no longer filled with outright fear. Slowly, he nodded, his small hand reaching out to tentatively touch the edge of the bed.Midoriya couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and affection for his teacher, even in his diminutive state. Aizawa-sensei had always been a pillar of strength and resilience, and seeing him reduced to such a vulnerable, childlike form was both endearing and heartbreaking.
As the two teachers continued to interact with the tiny Aizawa, Midoriya couldn't help but marvel at the scene unfolding before him. It was surreal, to say the least, to see their stern, no-nonsense teacher transformed into a tiny, wide-eyed toddler, completely at the mercy of his students and colleagues.Midnight, in particular, seemed to have taken a particular shine to the diminutive Aizawa, her usually sharp and sarcastic demeanor softening into something akin to maternal affection. She cooed and fussed over the toddler, her fingers gently brushing through his messy hair as she murmured soothing words of comfort.Present Mic, for his part, had also abandoned his boisterous, larger-than-life persona, his voice low and gentle as he engaged the tiny Aizawa in gentle conversation. Midoriya couldn't help but be struck by the genuine concern and care that the two teachers were showing for their colleague, a stark contrast to the stern, no-nonsense image they were so often associated with.As the afternoon wore on, the tiny Aizawa gradually began to warm up to the two teachers, his initial trepidation giving way to a growing sense of trust and comfort. Midoriya couldn't help but feel a surge of relief, knowing that their teacher was in good hands and that the faculty was taking the situation seriously.
At one point, Midnight gently scooped up the tiny Aizawa, cradling him in her arms as she rocked him back and forth. The toddler, surprisingly, didn't protest, his small body relaxing into the embrace as he let out a contented sigh.As Midnight gently rocked the tiny Aizawa in her arms, Midoriya couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amusement at the unexpected scene unfolding before him.The usually stern and stoic Eraserhead, reduced to a vulnerable, childlike state, was now being cradled and coddled by the pro hero Midnight, a woman known for her bold and confident demeanor. It was a stark contrast that Midoriya found both endearing and surreal.Midnight's expression was one of pure tenderness, her sharp features softened by a maternal warmth that Midoriya had never seen from the pro hero before. She murmured soothing words to the tiny Aizawa, her fingers gently brushing through his messy hair as she rocked him back and forth.
The tiny Aizawa, for his part, seemed to have completely let his guard down, his small body relaxed and pliant in Midnight's embrace. Midoriya couldn't help but marvel at the sight, wondering how their usually stoic and aloof teacher could appear so vulnerable and trusting in the arms of his colleague.Present Mic, who had been hovering nearby, let out a low whistle, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Well, well, well, would you look at that," he murmured, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Eraser Head's got a soft spot, huh?"Midnight glanced up, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "It would appear so," she purred, her voice dripping with a playful, almost maternal, affection. "Our dear Eraser Head is just full of surprises, isn't he?"Midoriya couldn't help but nod in agreement, his own expression a mix of wonder and amusement. "I never would have imagined seeing Aizawa-sensei like this," he admitted, his voice tinged with a sense of reverence. "He's always been so stoic and unapproachable, but now..."His voice trailed off, the words catching in his throat as he watched the tiny Aizawa snuggle deeper into Midnight's embrace, his small hands clutching the fabric of her costume.Present Mic chuckled, his expression softening as he observed the scene. "Yeah, it's a real eye-opener, isn't it?" he murmured, his gaze fixed on the diminutive teacher. "I guess even the toughest of us have a soft side, huh?"
Midoriya nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I guess so," he agreed, his voice tinged with a newfound appreciation for his teacher. "It's just... it's so different from what we're used to seeing."Midnight hummed in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "Indeed," she murmured, her fingers gently tracing the contours of the tiny Aizawa's face. "But I can't say I'm complaining. This little one is just too adorable for words."The tiny Aizawa stirred slightly at her touch, his eyes fluttering open as he gazed up at Midnight with a sleepy, contented expression. Midoriya couldn't help but feel a surge of affection at the sight, his heart swelling with a newfound appreciation for his teacher's vulnerability.As the afternoon wore on, the three pro heroes continued to dote on the diminutive Aizawa, their usual personas melting away as they embraced the unexpected opportunity to see their colleague in a completely different light.Midoriya couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude, knowing that his teacher was in good hands and that the faculty was taking the situation seriously.
As the afternoon wore on, the tiny Aizawa seemed to grow more and more comfortable in the presence of his colleagues. Midnight continued to cradle him gently, her fingers running through his messy hair as she cooed and fussed over him. Present Mic, for his part, had taken to entertaining the diminutive teacher with silly faces and playful banter, much to Aizawa's apparent amusement.Midoriya watched the scene unfold with a sense of wonder and affection, marveling at the unexpected transformation of his usually stern and stoic teacher. It was as if the tiny Aizawa had unlocked a hidden, childlike side that none of them had ever seen before.Suddenly, a bright flash of light filled the room, causing everyone to shield their eyes. When the light faded, Midoriya blinked in surprise to find that the tiny Aizawa had been replaced by the familiar, full-sized form of his teacher.Aizawa blinked, his expression one of confusion as he took in his surroundings. "What... what happened?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
Midnight and Present Mic exchanged a glance, their faces a mix of amusement and apprehension. "Well, you see, Eraser Head..." Midnight began, her lips curving into a mischievous smile.Before she could finish, the door to the infirmary burst open, and a frantic-looking Recovery Girl rushed in, her eyes wide with alarm.
"Aizawa!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with a hint of panic. "You're back to normal!Quick, come to my office!"Aizawa's brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could protest, Recovery Girl was ushering him out of the room, leaving Midoriya, Midnight, and Present Mic in a stunned silence.As the door swung shut behind them, Midoriya couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, that was... unexpected," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.As Aizawa was ushered into the office by the Recovery Girl, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of confusion and unease. What exactly had happened to him, and why was everyone acting so strangely?
Once inside the office, Recovery Girl quickly closed the door behind them, her expression a mix of concern and amusement."Aizawa-sensei," she began, her voice low and serious, "I'm afraid you've been the victim of a rather... unusual situation."Aizawa's brow furrowed as he listened, his mind racing with possibilities. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.Recovery Girl took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Aizawa's with a look of sympathy. "Well, you see, earlier today you were... transformed into a small child."
Aizawa's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to process the information. "A child?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.Recovery Girl nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yes, a tiny, adorable little version of yourself. And from what I've been told, you were quite the hit with your colleagues."Aizawa felt his face flush with embarrassment, his mind racing with a thousand questions. "But how? I don't remember being hit with a quirk and why can't I remember any of it?"Recovery Girl chuckled, her expression softening. "It seems the transformation was caused by a quirk, and the effects were temporary. As for the memory loss, well, that's where things get a bit... interesting."Aizawa braced himself, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you mean?"
Recovery Girl's smile widened, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, it seems that during your time as a child, you may have... well, let's just say you did a few things that your colleagues found quite amusing."Aizawa felt his stomach drop, a sense of dread washing over him. "What did I do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Recovery Girl's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh, you'll just have to wait and see, Aizawa-sensei. I'm sure your colleagues will be more than happy to fill you in on the details."With that, she opened the office door, ushering a bewildered Aizawa back into the infirmary, where Midoriya, Midnight, and Present Mic were waiting with barely contained laughter.Aizawa braced himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to face the inevitable. Whatever had happened, he knew it was going to be a day he would never forget.