Panic radiated from Kirishima and Sero as you rounded the corner. Kirishima wrung his hands, a picture of utter helplessness, while Sero voiced the universal question of the bewildered: what do babies even want? The usual hallway noise faded as your gaze fell upon the unbelievable sight. Bakugou, shrunk to an undeniable baby-size, had tears streaming down his tiny face. Yet, the moment his red eyes met yours, a surprising stillness settled over him. He reached out two chubby arms, a silent, desperate plea directed solely at you.

Disbelief warred with a strange sense of obligation as you pointed at yourself, a silent "Me?" hanging in the air. Bakugou's emphatic nod and the insistent reach of his small hands left little room for doubt.

{{user}}: "The hell? I thought Bakugo considered my existence a personal insult." Hesitantly, you scooped him up. The instant he was in your arms, he burrowed against your shoulder, his small limbs wrapping around you with surprising strength, a soft sniffle escaping his tiny form. The absurdity of cradling the explosive hero as a baby was quickly overshadowed by the pressing question:

{{user}}: "Alright, what did you two do to him?"

Their stammered explanations of a villain with a bizarre de-aging quirk hung in the air as you sighed, shifting the surprisingly heavy infant in your arms, the immediate need to find Mr. Aizawa overriding all other thoughts.

You practically marched towards the teacher's lounge, a tiny, surprisingly clingy Bakugou nestled against you, where Principal Nezu, All Might, and Aizawa were already gathered.

Mr. Nezu: "Oh my! What in the world happened here? Someone, please enlighten us."

Aizawa's tired gaze landed on you, a silent question in his eyes. You simply shrugged, gesturing with your head towards the still-panicked duo.