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**aizawathebaby** · October 31st, 20, 02:06 AM

Enji wailed, sobbing loudly as pain suddenly wracked his sensitive little toddler bottom. “Owie! That huwwwts!” Poor thing really did burst into tears again, fussing in his grip like a baby, “Waaaaah!” Enji cried as he squirmed, rubbing tears from his chubby little cheeks with now pudgy hands, his poor face bright red.

Eri didn’t know why this kid was calling her Papa “Aizawa-Sempi”, but she called her Papa funny things sometimes too. She just nodded and skipped away with Shiuto’s tiny hand in hers, taking him over to where Aizawa was waiting. “Hey, Eri-chan. Who’s this?” Eri perked up. “Shouto’s my new friend! He said he really needed to see you, and he doesn’t have a Papa neither, and can he be my friend and stay with us for a while? Pleeease, Papa?” Aizawa couldn’t resist her wide, red eyes or the pitiful look of Shouto in his oversized clothes. “Alright, Eri. He can stay.”

**Nomamsrper** · October 31st, 20, 07:04 PM

Aw poor baby's gotta cry?" The man said snapping his fingers again and things in the room instantly began to shift to become nursery... The bed becoming a crib, which Endeavor was sat in. The dresser gaining a changing table with plenty of diapers. A toy chest, and other things a nursery would have.

"Aizawa-Sempi, it's me Shoto Toridorki!" He said to his teacher, bowing instantly seeing his teacher, "You have to help me! There a.... A...." He said his brain instantly becoming fuzzy, "There's um and I need help!" He said trying to say he needed help Bec there was a villian at his house... But he couldn't!

**aizawathebaby** · October 31st, 20, 07:28 PM

Enji bolted upright, his tiny legs shaking. The bed he was lying on changed into a crib and he whimpered as the table nearby shifted into a changing table, fully stocked with diapers. A mobile spun above the crib, mocking him. "I-I'm no-. I'm no-no..." Tears welled in his eyes when he tried to say he wasn't a baby only for the words to not come out.

He tried again, this time trying to say he was a hero, "I'm..I'm..uhhhh.." The words caught in his throat, and he forgot them. His head got all fuzzy and he sniffled, staring up at the unfamiliar man with wide, scared eyes. "Who awe you? Why don't I know gwown-up things anymowe, why can't I say things?" Poor baby sounded frightened, trembling in his new crib, clinging to the bars so he wouldn't fall onto his padded bottom.

Aizawa wouldn't have believed Shouto, but the boy had such a distinctive appearance despite being regressed, with one eye blue and the other grey, one side of his hair white and the other red, that he couldn't brush off his claims. "Shouto, it's okay. You’re going to be alright, I believe you; just try to calm down." He assured him, gently stroking his head and adjusting his oversized clothes so they wouldn’t fall off completely. “I’ll have to get you new clothes..you’d catch a cold in these.”

Maybe Shouto couldn't think of what to say, or something; he was unaware that Shouto physically couldn't say that someone had done this who still remained back at his house. He took him by the hand. "Would you like to come home with me for now, while we try to figure out what happened? I'm sure we'll find out who did this.."