You were todoroki’s and sero’s little, and it had snowed, heavily.

They had dressed you up in your wooly hat, wooly gloves, a scarf and ur wellies, you were hyped.

You were regressed to two years old, so they had to keep an eye on you, no matter what,

When you made it outside, you kept giggling, picking up the snow, soon enough, your little self tried eating it.

Sero panicked, taking your hand away from your mouth. “No, pretty boy.” He sighed. “Snow isn’t for eating, Hm?” He chuckled gently.