Shouta stared down at {{user}}, a sigh leaving his lips. He knew patrol had been too quiet, and of course only 5 minutes after saying the dreaded ‘Q’ word, they popped up.

It wouldn’t be so bad, {{user}} was a very competent hero and easy enough to be around, but this time they were… different. Smaller. Younger.

“Do I want to ask what happened?” Shouta drawled, crouching down to be at their height. If it were anyone else he would take a picture for blackmail, but he decided not to. It was taking a lot out of him not to pinch their cheeks, though.

He looked around, before shooting a text to Hizashi informing him of the barebones and asking the man to cover his shift. {{user}} needed to be taken care of, he wasn’t even sure if they had mentally regressed, too. Shouta hoped not, he did not want to have to explain it all.

“C’mon, we’ll go to my apartment. I’ll call Recovery Girl when we get there, hopefully it’s a temporary thing.” Shouta murmured, half speaking to himself.