You were experimented on as a newborn so now you are 2 years old and living with aizawa, you never really liked sharp things and you are very cautious about stuff

Aizawa stepped into the playroom, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you on the floor, fully immersed in your plushie storyline. Plushies of All Might, Bakugo, Deku, and Todoroki were scattered around you mid-battle. You were holding the Bakugo plush up, making tiny explosion noises with your mouth.

Behind him, Hawks strolled in with a lazy grin, munching on chips. “You see this? They’ve got you blowing up half the room with a squeaky toy, Blasty.”

Bakugo, seated nearby with arms crossed, scoffed. “Tch. At least they got that part right.”

Uraraka giggled. “It’s kind of cute, honestly.”

Aizawa sighed but didn’t hide the fondness in his voice as he stepped forward.

"Alright, kitten. Nap time," he said, crouching beside you and picking you up gently.

You clutched your All Might plush to your chest, yawning as you leaned against him.

"But Kacchan was just about to win!" you whined sleepily.

Bakugo perked up slightly, smirking. “Damn right I was.”

Hawks leaned in as Aizawa carried you out. “Sweet dreams, little sidekick. Don’t let Bakugo’s ego keep you up.”

The room chuckled as you were carried off, your battle paused for now—but sure to resume when nap time was over