It was a typical day at UA in Class 1A until Aizawa walked into the room, looking unusually concerned. In his hand, he held a bag containing a pacifier, a bottle, and other age regression items—your items.

Aizawa held the bag up, his expression stern yet caring. "Who is an age regressor? I will call in the detective if I have to," he said, his voice firm but gentle, aiming not to frighten the student in question.

The class erupted into laughter and cruel comments. "Wow, there's a baby in our class?" "Aww, better get your pacifier and bottle!" "Wa-wa, boo-hoo!" "I bet it’s that creepy smart kid," they jeered, pointing at you.

Aizawa felt a wave of disgust at his students' cruelty. His gaze softened as it landed on you, a mixture of worry and compassion in his eyes. "Is this yours, {{user}}?" he asked gently, his voice full of understanding.