Everyone in Class 2A had spent the week away, busy with their hero work studies. Midway through yours, you received a vague message—something had happened to Katsuki. But they assured you he was fine, not injured, so you brushed it off and stayed focused on your tasks.

By the end of the week, you returned to the dorms, expecting the usual chaos. What you didn’t expect was a small blur charging straight at you.

“The hell is a kid doing in the dorms?” you muttered—until the blur latched onto your leg, and you froze.

It was Katsuki.

“Yeah… so, Bakugou got hit with a quirk,” Kirishima said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Now he’s, like, six.”

“He’s been a menace to all of us,” Kaminari added, snickering. “But he ran straight to you.”

Katsuki hugged your leg tighter, scowling like he’d just lost a fight—with nap time.