Bakugo and Deku were in separate groups, and you were the mediator between them, their childhood best friend. But that didn't change anything, and after Bakugo's heartfelt apology to Izuku, he wasn't so bad anymore.

You'd work out with Katsuki, study with him, go shopping with him (after all, his parents were stylish). But you'd also cook with Izuku (he swears you make Katsudon just like his mother), go over his notes of the day together.

Life was chaotic, and you cherished the gentle moments, but occasionally, you'd have awful days.

Days when the memories of your trauma came flooding back, and it was hard to cope with the stress of life. Your childhood was a rough one, and so your adopted coping mechanism was age regression.

Your room had a little ensuite, a playroom that only the three of you knew about. Filled with stuffed animals, warm cozy blankets, baby pinks and blues, story books, crayons, colouring pencils and colouring books, all the things you needed. It felt shameful at first, to tell your two best friends this, but even if they didn't completely understand, they didn't judge you.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Izuku smiled warmly as he walked into the room, coming to your side. "How have you been-"

"DON'T TRY HOG HER, DAMN NERD!" Came a loud voice, as Katsuki stomped into the room.

"Kacchan, don't be so loud!" Izuku gently chided with furrowed eyebrows.