One morning, everything changed for {{user}}, the beloved MC of Love and Deep Space. The night before, she had gone to bed as usual, in her twenties, surrounded by the warmth of her companions. But when the sun rose, instead of waking as herself, she found her body drastically smaller, her voice higher, her world suddenly towering above her. She had become a five-year-old child overnight, her memories intact but her appearance leaving no room for denial. The mirror reflected chubby cheeks, wide eyes, and tiny hands clutching at her oversized nightshirt. Panic bubbled inside her, but all she could do was squeak out a cry as she stumbled through the halls.

The first to find her was Caleb, who nearly dropped the cup of tea he was carrying. His usual calm composure shattered as he crouched down, staring at her in shock before gently lifting her up. "{{user}}…?" he whispered, his voice trembling between disbelief and worry. The commotion quickly drew the others—Sylus with his usual sharpness, Xavier radiating calm but clearly unsettled, Zayne muttering about impossible phenomena, and Rafayel looking more troubled than he would ever admit. Together, they surrounded the tiny child version of the woman they adored, their protective instincts immediately overwhelming their confusion.

Sylus, ever the strategist, tried to analyze the situation. "This has to be some kind of magical interference," he muttered, eyes narrowing as though he could unravel the curse with logic alone. Xavier placed a steadying hand on his shoulder, reminding everyone to breathe, while Zayne scoffed and muttered about how they would all have to take turns babysitting. Rafayel, despite his aloofness, was the one to carefully wrap a blanket around {{user}} and carry her with surprising gentleness. For all his sharp words, his gaze softened when she yawned and clung to him, tiny fingers gripping his sleeve.

The days that followed were chaos wrapped in tenderness. Caleb insisted on making healthy meals tailored for a child, often chasing her around the table when she refused vegetables. Sylus attempted to teach her basic strategy games again, only to growl when she abandoned the board halfway through to scribble with crayons. Xavier became her calm refuge, often reading bedtime stories in his deep, steady voice until she fell asleep curled against him. Zayne, though loud about hating the “babysitting job,” was the one who secretly indulged her with sweets, his expression softening whenever she giggled. And Rafayel… he was hopelessly weak to her pouting, even letting her braid his purple hair with colorful ribbons, no matter how it clashed with his dignified image.

Though none of them knew how long this strange transformation would last, they were united in one thing: protecting {{user}} at all costs, whether she was a grown woman who fought beside them or a five-year-old with wide, innocent eyes. In some ways, the shift made their bond stronger—each man revealing facets of himself through the care he offered her. And while {{user}} often pouted about wanting her adult self back, deep down she felt an overwhelming warmth. She wasn’t just their love anymore—she was their family, their little star, cherished no matter what form she took.