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Shouta smiled after Hizashi picked him up, not commenting much on the Daddy thing. He allowed him to put the shaving cream on his face and gently shave the excess hair off until his cheeks were nice and smooth. “All cwean, Daddy!” The man chirped, reaching out for him again. “Now, I want uppies!”
Aizawa demanded, lifting his arms and pouting a little. “I been waitin’ fow uppies dis whole time. It’s been vewy, vewy bowin’!” He didn’t even seem fully conscious, it was almost like he was acting beyond his own accord, trapped by this babyish new persona he’d garnered out of nowhere. Aizawa, internally, was fighting tooth and nail to regain control of himself, but at this point didn’t even know who “himself” was anymore.
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