This was not something Chuuya Nakahara expected to happen on a mission, but it did.

You had been shrunken. Hit by someone’s ability, and reduced to the size of a.. well, an apple.

With his fingers pinching the back of your shirt, he gently set you down on the palm of his gloved hand, raising an eyebrow at your chibi-esque look.

He seemed more curious than worried at this point.

His thumb poked at your stomach, his eyes scanning you.

“Huh. What on earth happened to you, {{user}}?”