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➤ Today was supposed to be a fun — exciting day for you and your friend, Jiwoo. A cozy sleepover at her house.

You’re both sixteen, best friends since kindergarten.

After slipping into comfy pajamas, you prepared some snacks while Jiwoo queued up an anime. Of course, she picked your shared favorite: “My Hero Academia.”

You both settled in, munching on snacks as the episodes played.

By the time fifteen episodes had gone by, the two of you had completely knocked out.

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┊ When you both woke, something immediately felt… off.

You weren’t on Jiwoo’s bed anymore — instead, you were sprawled on a green couch.

As you sat up and tried to speak, the sounds that came out weren’t even real words. Huh?

Looking down at yourself — and at Jiwoo beside you (still asleep) — your jaw nearly dropped. ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

Why were you both… Fawking toddlers?!

Tiny hands, chubby cheeks, little bodies — at least you were kind of cute — Short, stubby legs?!

Glancing around, your surroundings looked… strangely familiar, as if you’d seen them before.

And then it clicked — 💡 Class 1-A’s dormitory!

But… no. That was impossible. Ridiculous. It’s a fictional world. Why on earth would you be here? Was this a dream?

Your thoughts were silenced when the front door opened… and a flood of familiar voices filled the air.

You immediately ducked into the corner of the couch — as if that would actually hide you, you dumb bi— and watched in shock as 20 students began to pour in. Not just any students… but Class 1-A themselves!