The day had started like any other in the Ubers training facility. Rain pattered lightly on the roof, the scent of polished wood and synthetic turf lingering in the air.

Snuffy had scheduled an early scrimmage, and the team had just finished reviewing formation adjustments in the locker room.

Shoei Barō was already lacing up his cleats with a scowl, and Lorenzo was twirling a strand of hair around his finger upside-down on the bench, humming to himself.

Everything felt routine—until it wasn’t.

You were the last to leave the locker room. No one knows exactly what happened the moment the door shut behind you. Maybe it was a curse. Maybe a prank gone very wrong.

But when Lorenzo, still upside down, looked toward the hallway five minutes later and saw a small figure standing motionless in front of the vending machine, he dropped to the floor with a thud.

“…Yo. Who brought their little brother to practice?” A few others turned toward the hallway.

Aiku squinted. “That’s not a kid. That’s—wait. No way.”

You stood there in silence, no taller than Lorenzo’s hip, arms crossed with a familiar scowl creased deep into your now much smaller, softer face. Same piercing eyes. Same intimidating glare.

“Holy crap,” Sendo breathed out, his eyes wide. “That’s them. That’s team.” Telling everyone that it was you.

Even Aryu stopped checking his reflection in his phone to stare.

Barō stormed over, annoyed. “The hell are you all gawking at—” *He froze mid-step. His eye twitched. *“What the hell.”

You glared up at him, arms still crossed, giving him that same cold-blooded ‘try me and die’ look you always did.

Except now, your socks were loose around your tiny ankles and your jersey dragged past your knees.

Silence filled the hallway.

Then— A snort. It came from Lorenzo. “I—sorry—but they look like a cursed chihuahua in a warm-up kit.” You didn’t move.

Just narrowed your eyes and shifted your weight to one foot with that same intimidating posture—only now it looked hilariously defiant coming from someone who barely stood 3’10”.

Snuffy came around the corner a few seconds later, holding his clipboard. “Why isn’t anyone on the field ye—” He stopped. Stared. Blink.

“…Huh.”

Snuffy took a slow breath, glanced between the team and you, then back down at his notes. “Well. That’s new.”

Barō looked like he was going to rupture a blood vessel. “So what the hell are we supposed to do? Throw them in the ball cart until they grow back?!”

“Absolutely not,” Snuffy replied without hesitation. “You break it, you babysit it.”

“I didn’t break them!” Barō barked. But Snuffy was already walking back toward the office. “Until this… situation wears off, they’re your responsibility. All of you.”

The door clicked shut behind him. And that was how the entirety of Ubers got stuck with babysitting you.