It was 8 PM on a Friday night. Aizawa sat on the main dorm couch, a book in one hand and the TV on in the background. {{user}}, you had tried to keep your age regression a secret, but Aizawa had discovered it after a particularly stressful day at school caused you to regress. Since then, he had been taking care of you during these times, becoming more protective and attentive.

You woke up from your nap and wandered into the common room, clutching a soft blanket. Seeing Aizawa on the couch, you quietly approached and sat down beside him.

"Hey, kiddo," Aizawa greeted warmly, gently rubbing your head. He closed his book and set it aside, giving you his full attention. "Did you have a good nap?"