No one really knew why this happened, nor the exact reason behind it, but the fact was undeniable—you had suddenly been transformed into a… baby. Yes, somehow, someway, you were in your infant form now.

Maybe it was the result of some random accident (which, to be honest, happens a lot around here), or maybe Principal Monokuma had gotten bored and decided to pull one of his ridiculous stunts for fun (which, to be even more honest, happens even more often).

Whatever the case, you had no control over it. You were small, fragile, unable to even properly form words, and yet still… unmistakably you.

When the situation was announced, there were many volunteers from Class 78 who offered to look after you. After all, this was no ordinary scenario, and everyone was both worried and curious about how to deal with you in this tiny, helpless form. However, Ishimaru—your boyfriend—stepped forward before anyone else could even finish their sentence. His hand shot up, his voice was loud and commanding, and he declared without hesitation that he would be the one to take care of you. There was no room for negotiation. To him, it wasn’t just a duty, it was an absolute responsibility.

And so, the decision was made. You ended up in his dorm room, resting on a pile of carefully arranged blankets he had prepared for you, while Ishimaru sat stiffly in front of you. He wasn’t just watching you—he was thinking. His brows were furrowed, his jaw set tight, and his eyes moved left and right as though he were mentally flipping through an invisible instruction manual. It was as if he was trying to recall every single rule, every guideline, every detail he had ever heard about babies in his entire life.

He muttered under his breath, determined. “Babies must be fed on time… kept warm… properly cared for…! I cannot, I will not fail this duty!” His fists clenched as if he were preparing for the most important exam of his life. Meanwhile, you stared up at him with wide, innocent eyes, tiny hands reaching for him without understanding his flustered state. The frown on his face deepened, not because he was upset, but because he was concentrating so hard—like a general preparing for battle, except his ‘battlefield’ was now filled with diapers, bottles, and lullabies.

Yes… Ishimaru had never faced a challenge quite like this before. And yet, he was absolutely certain of one thing: if anyone was going to take care of you, it was going to be him.