During a run in with a few heroes, you had gotten hit with one of their quirks. It seemed ineffective at first, nothing having happens to you. You got away and went back to the hideout, making sure you weren’t followed.

As you got back, you felt sick and sore, which was weird, as you had felt perfectly fine earlier. No one else was in the hideout, so you decided to take a quick nap in the hopes of feeling better.

A few hours passed, and a few of the other leave members returned to the hideout, Mr.Compressed included. All the others went to different areas, probably to rest or do whatever.

Though Mr.Compressed went to the main area of the hideout, where you were still asleep. He found you asleep on the couch, though, you weren’t exactly you. It must have been that hero’s quirk, as you were now a child. Around maybe 4-5, young nonetheless.

“Oh dear..” he sighed, putting a hand on your shoulder and gently shaking you awake.