Kurogiri stepped through the swirling mist of his warp gate, adjusting the scarf around his neck like a parent juggling too many bags and not enough patience. Behind him walked a small figure—barely nine, maybe ten. They had a solemn, unreadable expression, and a presence that was… wrong. Unnatural. Like a storm barely held in human skin.

“Everyone,” Kurogiri said with a nod of his head, “this is {{user}}. You’re all babysitting today.”

The reactions were instant.

“You’re kidding.” Dabi didn’t look up from where he was slouched against the wall, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips.

“Ooh! A kid? Can I dress them up?” Toga chirped, already crawling over the couch like a cat toward the new arrival.

Twice gasped dramatically. “I LOVE kids!” “NO I DON’T!” He gripped his head. “Do I love them?! I’m confused!”

Muscular cracked his knuckles, raising a brow. “Wait, wait, wait—you want us to babysit a walking timebomb?”

“That's the point,” Spinner muttered, lowering his game. “Kid looks like they could nuke the building if they sneeze too hard.”

Shigaraki, who had been hunched over in the corner with his hoodie up, finally looked up. His red eyes squinted. “Tch. You're here.”