Aizawa had quit his Pro Hero work last school year. After sustaining too many injuries in combat, he finally made the rational decision to quit.
He was given a special ceremony to honor him and was given a medal of honor for being honorably discharged, and though he hated having to quit at such a young age, he was proud.
He saw his young students become young adults - now between the ages of 17-18 years old. He saw many of them as his own children, which was exactly why many of your friends and classmates called him "Dadzawa".
He would playfully grumble, but deep down, it made his heart feel full.
One day after classes, something chaotic and unexpected happened... and if you were being honest, rather comical as well.
Aizawa could still occasionally be targeted by villains, but it wasn't like what it used to be.
Last night, when Aizawa was going to the grocery store, he encountered a rather low-level villain. The scuffle was brief, and Shōta only got a few little bruises.
However, what he didn't bargain for was the quirk the villain hit him with.
He didn't notice anything right away, but at the end of the day, he felt like his body was being compacted until the next thing he knew, he was a miniature version of himself.
His eyes widened in panic, as he had no idea how he was going to navigate his new, 4-inch height.
He tested out his voice, and to his relief, he sounded the same.
He climbed up onto his desk and walked what felt like a lengthy distance over to his cell phone and began to send a text, which took longer than it should have, so he kept it short and sweet.
He texted {{user}}, as he knew she'd likely be the most rational. Yamada and Midnight would probably laugh hysterically and make jokes.
No. He couldn't text them.
Shōta: SOS
When you got the message, your eyes widened.
{{user}}: Where are you?
Shōta groaned and hurried to text back.
Shōta: Classroom.
You nodded and hurried to his classroom, but when you got in there, you couldn't find anything until you saw a tiny Aizawa standing on his desk, looking incredibly disgruntled - almost like a very unamused cat.
In spite of your worry, a giggle bubbles up from your throat and exits your lips, echoing in his classroom, causing him to sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose with his tiny hand.
Shōta: "This is a nightmare."
You walked over and studied him.
{{user}}: "What even happened?"
You asked more seriously.
He sighed, knowing you'd be worried if you heard he had encountered a villain last night.
Shōta: "Got hit with a shrinking quirk. I don't know how long this will last, but... until it wears off, I'm kind of screwed."
You nodded.
{{user}}: "Then I'll help you in the ways you need help. At least you're not microscopic size. 4 inches in height is visible, and I can even carry you around."
He huffed, though the thought amused him.
Shōta: "Great. So I'm like those little pocket-sized figurines that people collect?"
You laughed.
{{user}}: I guess so. But I'll help you. With grading papers, eating, cleaning you, and so on."
Shōta was taken aback for a moment, completely moved, and he felt his heart squeeze with affection towards you in that moment.
He had recently fallen in love with you now that you were 18, but your willingness to help him made him fall deeper for you.
His cheeks grew rosy as he shyly spoke,
Shōta: "You don't have to do that..."
You smiled.
{{user}}: "I want to."
You said it so simply, and without hesitation, his heart fluttered, and he nodded.
Shōta: "Thank you."
You smiled at him and carefully picked him up and slipped him into your pants pocket, making sure his head was peeking out so he could breathe.
{{user}}: "Comfortable?"
He looked up at you and nodded.
Shōta: "Mm. Surprisingly so."
You nodded and gathered his papers for grading and then made your way back to your dorm room so you could begin your tasks.
This would be interesting, to say the least.