Kaminari

by kit_toshi (transking_23)

Summary:

It was suggested by his therapist, to try and get back the childhood that had been stolen from him. And Kaminari's therapist had directed him to the proper sites that would give him the information he needed first before he could utilise the coping mechanism.
There was stigma around it, both positive and negative. But for Kaminari, age regression was a safe place where he didn't have to be what he was, he could just be Denki and not have to worry about anything.

Chapter 1: A Rocky Start (No Caregivers)

Kaminari was a little skeptical of what his therapist had suggested he try, but Dr. Sekigai had said it might help him with emotion regulation and dealing with stress rather than bottling everything up and letting it all blow up in his face when it got to be too much. He’d even directed Kaminari to some sites that were directed at the coping mechanism rather than the kink, and had offered to help with Kaminari’s first purchase if the blond decided to go through with following his therapist’s suggestion for a coping mechanism.

Kaminari had denied the financial help, and now he had the supplies he’d deemed worthy of his first proper venture into “littlespace” to cope with everything. His door was locked, his lights were dimmed a little so they wouldn’t hurt his eyes so much, and he had various items in front of him to help him get to being “little” as Dr. Sekigai had called it. Kaminari’s first order of business was to change from the comfort clothes he’d worn in the common room with everyone, into some Snipe-themed footie pyjamas that he’d die of embarrassment from if anyone found out he owned the teacher’s merch in any form.

The next order of business was to focus on relaxing, on letting his always hyper-active brain calm down a bit so he could let himself be without always being scared of someone finding out about his past and what happened and why he didn’t see any of his siblings anymore and why his mother and father got divorced and why he didn’t live with his mother and why he didn’t live with his father and why he craved physical affection but let himself go without it anyway and-

 

 

Denki teared up, sniffling as the memories threatened to find their way out of the corner of his mind he’d locked them in, and the blond found himself hugging a large stuffed pegasus close as the tears threatened to spill over. He wanted his auntie, she’d brush his hair out of his eyes and hold him close and Denki could curl up in her lap and Auntie would hum softly or tell him stories and Denki didn’t have to be anything but his auntie's favourite boy.

“Auntie.” Denki whimpered softly, holding the stuffed animal close and burying his face in the soft fur of the toy.

The blond’s thumb found its way to his mouth, and only a vague memory of his father getting mad at him stopped Denki from sucking on it. He knew, logically (in his big kid brain), that his father wasn’t here now to hit him. But Denki wasn’t big now, he was little and he was sad and he wanted something to suck on and something nice to watch that would make him forget about being all sad. After a moment or two of Denki just holding onto his pretty toy horse with wings, the blond spotted a light purple pacifier sitting in an open case, and perked up a little. He grabbed it with clumsy fingers, and put it in his mouth to suck on happily, feeling a little less sad now that one of his wants was filled.

The boy rubbed his cheek against the soft toy, letting out a soft hum and looking for something to play with alongside his pretty toy. Or maybe he could even find something funny to watch to help him cheer up some more. His auntie wasn’t there but Denki was a big boy, he was three entire years old! He didn’t need to be watched at all, and he’d prove it by not making a huge mess while he was having fun.

“Gotsa find ‘lectrottic.” Denki said around his paci, moving carefully until he was all the way on his knees with his pretty horse toy still held close to him with an entire arm around it.

The little moved around his room, and smiled behind his paci when he found his phone. He managed to unlock it, and hummed to himself and Kimeko (as he’d decided to name his pretty horse toy) as he figured out how to get to MeTube on it to watch something that would fulfill his other want and make him laugh. Once Denki figured out how to open the app and how to click on the videos to start watching, the blond little rested the side of his face on Kimeko and clicked on a video that his bigspace self had been watching.

Within two minutes of clicking on the video, Denki was holding Kimeko tightly and clicking out of the video, not happy at all. Bigspace him had been watching something really scary and Denki didn’t like it at all, he wanted someone big to come and hold him tight and rock him and make it all okay because Denki didn’t like that video at all and he wanted it to be better.

After a few minutes of rocking back and forth while holding Kimeko close, Denki eventually got the courage to go back on MeTube and look for something that wouldn’t scare him to watch. He ended up watching some videos about some magical boy who could control air, who had no hair and a blue arrow painted on his head for some reason. It was funny and cool, and it helped Denki calm down from being scared, loosening his tight hold on Kimeko a little and sucking on his paci as he relaxed.

After a while, Denki felt himself start to get tired and curled up with Kimeko in his bed after figuring out how to get up there when it was so high and he was so small. He got under the blankets with Kimeko in his arms and his paci securely in his mouth, and fell asleep after another ten or fifteen minutes of watching the show, not even managing to finish the episode he’d been on despite his best efforts.

Kaminari burst awake from a nightmare, his newly bought stuffed pegasus in his arms and a paci in his mouth. The teen was in his bed, and someone was knocking on his room door.

“Yo, Kamibro, you in there?” Kirishima asked from the other side of the wood, and Kaminari took the paci out of his mouth, something in him protesting softly at the loss.

But Kaminari was big now, and since he was big he didn’t need it at the moment. The blond left his bed, still holding Kimeko in one arm and making his way to his room door.

“Did ya need me for something, Kiribro?” Kaminari asked when he opened the door, and his friend simply raised an eyebrow at him with an amused smile.

“Didn’t know you were a fan of Snipe-sensei, bro.” Kirishima teased lightly.

"Huh?" Kaminari asked in confusion.

Chapter 2: Sticky (No Caregivers, Sero)

It was nearing two weeks after Kaminari’s first venture into being little, and the electric blond was feeling like he might be able to try again. It couldn’t be as bad as his first time being little, right? This time was going to be positive regression, Kaminari was sure of it. He just had to make sure he didn’t look at anything scary while he was little, since that seemed to have set off a feeling of being scared and like he needed someone bigger than him. Which wasn’t true at all, Kaminari hadn’t needed anyone older than him around to look after him since his parents divorced and his mother got custody of his sisters and brothers, and decided that he was the only child she hadn’t wanted to keep after Ryukyu made sure his father couldn’t hurt his family anymore. It was… Kaminari was fine and he didn’t need his mother’s love or her attention or her affection. He couldn’t miss something he’d never had, so it was perfectly fine that she’d left him to the (lack of) mercy of the Japanese fostercare system. The only reason he wasn't with his aunt was because she wasn't able to look after someone else with how much she worked.

At least with his current guardians, the Watanabes, Kaminari was allowed freedom so long as he told at least one of them where he was planning on going, or when he planned to be back at their house, or if he needed their help with anything. They were the ones who’d gotten him to agree to therapy, and Mr. Watanabe had even looked through and vetted possible therapists for the teen to make sure Kaminari’s mental health problems wouldn’t be made worse by accident. Dr. Sekigai was the third one since he was placed with the Watanabes, and Kaminari had been seeing the therapist for a little under three months. He’d changed from the first two because Dr. Shishikura had caused him to have a panic attack when she’d mentioned bringing his mother in for a session or two after only three sessions, and Dr. Takahashi had made him cry when they’d tried to convince him he just needed to forgive his mother and then he’d feel better and be able to truly heal in the very first session.

Dr. Sekigai didn’t do either of those things, and actually tried to help figure out what the problems were and how to fix them, rather than just assuming things and making Kaminari feel like he had to justify why he couldn’t just forgive his mother for outright abandoning him at a time when he needed her most. He’d been bounced around from house to house since she’d left him to the system when he was five because of something he had absolutely no control over, and the Watanabes were the first home out of over ten where Kaminari didn’t feel like he had to be prepared to defend his right to exist at every turn.

 

Kaminari was alone in his room, feeling the itch under his skin that meant that the world was starting to get to be too much again and that if he kept pushing through the discomfort it’d build up and up and up until he broke down crying in his room from it all. He had some pacis and a few teethers in front of him, and Kimeko was next to where he was sitting on the ground. Kaminari looked over the pacis he had, trying to decide if he wanted to use the light purple one again or use one of the other ones he’d bought. He could use the light green, dark green, pink, lemon yellow, baby blue (he found the colour name funny), dark purple, or his black one. He also had a few teethers to choose from if he so wanted to: a ring with funny-feeling little bumps on it, a lemon, a watermelon, an elephant, and then a teether necklace with silicone beads and a silicone feather on it to chew on if he felt like gnawing on something.

Kaminari had already changed into some clothing that was soft and felt nice against his skin, the shirt themed after Hawks and the pants loose pyjama pants that didn’t rub at his skin wrong and make him itch from how it felt. He had on fuzzy Spiderman themed socks, and a soft black headband with guitars printed on it holding his hair back.

Kaminari eventually settled on his black paci and his teether necklace, and put the rest of his pacis and teethers away in a packaging box he’d made sure to clean out so it could hold his “littlespace” things, which included a few bottles and sippy cups as well. After the stuff he wasn’t gonna use was put away, Kaminari got out his tablet and went to the child-friendly version of MeTube that he’d downloaded onto it after deciding he’d go along with Dr. Sekigai’s suggestion for how to cope with things.

Kaminari put the teether necklace around his neck, grabbed his black paci, then Kimeko before going to his bed. Kaminari then grabbed his softest blanket, and laid stomach-down on a soft play rug he’d made sure was thick enough he wouldn’t have a barely-there cushion between him and his floor. He got his tablet in front of him on the child-friendly MeTube, and clicked on a video that looked like it’d be funny to watch and would help him get into his headspace.

Halfway through the ten minute video, Kaminari fell into his headspace and slipped his paci into his mouth to suck on while he finished watching the silly characters on the screen.

 

Denki giggled softly when the video ended, and held Kimeko close as he got out from under the warm and fuzzy blanket that had little butterflies on it with a pretty kinda purple background, letting it and his tablet stay on his soft rug as he went to see what snacks and drinks he had in his room. He knew he wasn’t s’posed to have them, but what Ten-Ten didn’t know Denki couldn’t get in trouble for.

The little eventually found the mini-fridge that his big self kept stocked with sodas, energy drinks, cheese sticks, and some other miscellaneous snacks. He pulled out one of the energy drinks, a can of cotton candy Bang that had already been opened when Denki was big but hadn’t been drunk all the way. It smelled sweet and kinda bubbly, and Denki giggled a little when it sounded like it was fizzing a bit when he tilted the can, finding the sound nice to listen to. He took his paci out of his mouth and put the end of the can to his mouth, taking a drink of the sweet flavoured energy drink and spilling a little on himself and his Hawks themed shirt when he tilted it too far and too much of the pretty drink went in his mouth. Thankfully the regressed blond didn’t get any of it on Kimeko, he didn’t wanna have to get her washed and risk not having her to cuddle with to scare the nightmares away. Nightmares were scary and Denki didn’t like them at all.

There was a knock on the door, and Denki looked at it in confusion. He wasn’t expecting anyone, and he didn’t really think anyone was s’posed to know he was little right now. Denki didn’t really understand why, but somewhere in his head a part of him was insisting that he had to hide what he was drinking while he was little because of reasons the boy didn’t know.

“Kamibro? You in here, dude?” Hanta asked, and Denki held the energy drink carefully as he stood up all the way.

He didn’t wanna drop it, cause then it might spill everywhere, and then he really would have to get Kimeko all cleaned and then he might not get to hold her when he went to bed and then he might get the scary dreams. The little got to his door, and Hanta gave another light knock right before he opened it a little.

“Hey, bro. You wanna watch some funny videos together?” Hanta asked, and Denki opened his door a bit wider.

“Sure.” Denki said, but the way he pronounced it musta been weird ‘cause Hanta raised an eyebrow before walking inside his room and shutting the door behind him.

“You, uh, you got a little something on your shirt.” Hanta said, and Denki looked down to see that when he’d spilled his cotton candy Bang it had stained his pretty shirt.

Some had gotten on his skin too, and Denki frowned a little when he touched it.

“Sticky.” The regressed electric boy pouted a little, and Hanta lifted the boy’s chin a bit so he wouldn’t get his chin sticky too.

“Are you okay? You’re acting a bit off.” Hanta said, and Denki nodded.

“ ‘M jus’ wittle.” Denki said, and brought his pretty fizzy drink up to drink some more of it.

Hanta pulled it away before Denki could get another sip though, which the little wasn’t happy about. It was sweet and it looked pretty and Denki liked the way the fizzy bubbles sounded, and it was his so Hanta shouldn’t take it from him.

“No. You’re little, which means that you can’t have this. We can get you some juice instead, but no energy drinks.” Hanta said, and Denki pouted before moving to get his pretty drink back.

“Gimme! Gimme!” Denki tried to reach to take it out of Hanta’s hand, but the taller boy just held it out of his reach and gave him a look like someone trying to calm down a child throwing a tantrum.

But Denki wasn’t throwing a tantrum, he just wanted his Bang back. It was his and Hanta had no right to take it from him.

“Is that how you ask for things?” Hanta asked with a raised eyebrow, and Denki huffed.

“Mine.” He pouted, and Hanta ruffled his hair a little before going and setting Denki’s energy drink somewhere the little couldn’t reach it.

“You can’t have that, little one. Energy drinks are for big people, and you’re little right now, you even said so yourself. Can you tell me how old you are, please?” Hanta asked, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it with the small sink Denki had in his room.

“Gimme mine.” Denki pouted at Hanta, wanting his pretty drink back because Hanta had taken it away and it was Denki’s, so he should have it since it was his.

“Kami-tan.” Hanta said warningly, pressing the cold wet paper towel to the blond’s skin to get rid of the sticky feeling.

“It mine.” Denki argued, stomping his foot and trying to get away from the wet and more importantly cold paper towel that Hanta was trying to press against his skin.

“Please stay still, I can’t get you cleaned up if you keep squirming.” Hanta frowned at him, and Denki stuck his tongue out.

“It cold, no wike.” The little argued, squirming more and immediately grabbing Kimeko to hold after he successfully got away from the not nice sensation against his skin.

“Baby, please. You’re gonna get your pretty toy all sticky if you don’t get all cleaned up and out of that sticky shirt. And then you’ll have to get it washed, and you might not be able to cuddle with it tonight. Are you sure you wanna risk that?” Hanta asked, and Denki immediately dropped Kimeko as he began to tear up a little.

“Mine.” Denki said, letting loose a soft whimper at the thought of not getting to hold Kimeko so she could fight away the scary dreams.

“I know, love, I know. It’s your toy, but if you don’t get cleaned up it’ll get all sticky. And if it gets all sticky, you’ll have to get it washed. And who knows how long that will take, with how many people have to get their washing done here?” Hanta tried to soothe, and managed to calm Denki down enough the little let him clean the rest of the stickiness from his skin.

“I no’ ‘ave ta wahj Kime- Kimeko?” Denki sniffled, and Hanta ran a hand loosely through the regressed boy’s hair.

“Is that it’s name? Kimekimeko?” Hanta asked lightly, and Denki let loose a giggle through his slowly diminishing tears.

“Nuh uh, ‘er name Kimeko.” Denki said, and Hanta smiled softly.

 

After Denki had gotten changed from his Hawks shirt to a Wild Wild Pussycats one, the little was contently sucking on his black paci with Kimeko securely in his arms, curled into Hanta’s side and watching some videos with the older boy.

“You doing okay there, baby spark?” Hanta asked gently once the most recent video was done, and got a sleepy-sounding confirmation from the regressed boy.

Notes:

The way Kaminari mispronounces "sure" when Sero asks if he wants to watch something is he said it sort of like a mix of "sir" and "sore" instead of the normal pronunciation

Here's Kaminari's teething necklace (pretend the white parts are gold and the grey parts are red):

Here's his butterfly blanket:

And lastly here's Kaminari's only toy (at the moment) Kimeko (I realised I forgot to include a picture of her) ((pretend her eyes are light brown)):

Chapter 3: Oh No It's Traumatised (No Caregivers, Sero)

Summary:

You get to find out the names of Kaminari's siblings, and a little bit of his (very angsty) past

Now that Sero knew about Kaminari using age regression as a coping method for whatever it was, the dark-haired teen was fully prepared to become the blond’s caregiver (and make sure he didn’t get into his energy drink stash when little again). However, what the hero-in-training had failed to account for, was the fact that Kaminari was… well, that he was Kaminari, for lack of a better description. And that it meant he’d have to check on his friend in case the electric of the two regressed alone again to make sure that there wasn’t going to be a repeat of Kaminari drinking something carbonated while little like he had been when Sero had found out about it.

Kaminari had figured out that if he was a bit sleepy, it was much easier to slip into his “little” headspace. Or if he was holding his only toy Kimeko when he was trying to regress. And the blond had just completed his homework they’d been given that was due the next week, and so he’d decided that he was going to regress as a little reward for being able to push through his dyslexia and ADHD to get it done. He’d even had some background noise going on while he was completing his work so he wouldn’t get distracted.

“Meko, time for bein’ little.” Kaminari mumbled, pulling his pegasus toy off his bed and wrapping his arms around her with a quiet hum.

The toy’s softness never failed to make Kaminari feel a bit more relaxed, and her pretty brown eyes and black faux fur made him feel better when he was a bit sad or upset. It was a lot like with Sero, except the toy couldn’t respond or give feedback or hug Kaminari and make him feel like he was safe and protected the way that Sero did. Kaminari’s friendships with his other three friends were quite nice as well, but Mina was into fashion and dancing, Kirishima was into working out and whatever ‘manliness’ meant to him, and Bakugou was… he had a set way of doing things that included yelling a lot at anything that didn’t fit with what he understood. Sero was into a lot of the same things as Kaminari, and he was willing to slow down when Kaminari needed it, and he was understanding when Kaminari didn’t get something right away.

The other three also reminded Kaminari too much of his siblings, who he hadn’t seen in person since he was thirteen, eight years after his mother had given him up to the fostercare system after Ryukyu stopped his father. The blond briefly paused to wonder how his siblings were doing. It had been a little over two years since he’d seen his two brothers and three sisters, and while phone calls and texts and letters were better than nothing, he still missed them. They had to be worried, since he’d told them excitedly over a group call about how he’d made it into Yuuei, and his school had gotten attacked multiple times now.

Plus, Kaminari still remembered how when Sero had found out about his regression, he hadn’t been upset or weirded out or disgusted by the blond’s tentative new way of coping with things. The dark-haired hero-in-training had even stayed and watched some videos with Denki, and while Denki had been a little grumpy over losing his Bang he knew that Hanta had only been doing what he thought was right after knowing what the situation was.

Denki giggled softly as he went to his closet and pulled out his littlespace box, grabbing one of his few sippy cups from it. The blond little then walked to his mini fridge with Kimeko in one arm and his sippy held in his other hand, setting his toy down next to his small table before carefully placing his sippy on the table and getting the pretty lid off it.

“Gotsa be cuff-ul.” Denki mumbled, pulling out one of his pretty looking bubbly drinks to pour into his sippy.

The regressed blond managed to open the bottle, and stuck his tongue out in concentration as he poured the Purple Thunder Mountain Dew into his sippy, letting loose a quiet laugh at how the beverage made fizzy noises as it filled his dinosaur-patterned sippy, the pretty purple liquid looking kind of like candy with how it almost sparkled. The blond finished pouring the drink into his sippy, and looked between the cup and lid with a small frown, before turning to his toy.

“Meko, how lid go on?” Denki whined at her, holding the lid to his sippy in one hand and the empty soda bottle in the other.

Kimeko gave no answer, and Denki pouted as he toddled over to the trash can in his room and dropped the bottle inside, just wanting to drink his bubbly juice. He’d been able to get the lid off his sippy to put the drink in it, but Denki had failed to remember that he didn’t know how to put the lid back on his sippy. He hadn’t wanted to drink his bubbly purple juice from the bottle it came in, but he’d gotten it into his sippy and now he couldn’t get his sippy lid on to drink it without spilling any.

Denki stared between his sippy and his sippy lid with a grumpy little pout, and gave up on getting the lid back on his sippy after a few failed tries to do so. The electric little resigned himself to drinking from his sippy without the lid, and grabbed his pink paci to suck on when he was done with his fizzy juice.

It was about ten minutes after Denki had poured his Mountain Dew into his dinosaur sippy, and the little was on the floor playing a game on his tablet. His sippy, a little under half full of soda, was next to him with the lid by it on his soft blanket, and Kimeko was on the blond’s other side. Denki was sucking on his pink paci, and wearing some Rock Lock-themed clothes that were just the slightest bit too big for him. The game that Denki was playing was quite clearly directed towards children younger than ten, with bright colours and over exaggerated sound effects. The regressed boy loved it.

There was a soft knock on his door, but Denki ignored it in favour of his purple juice and his awesome game. He was even getting to play as his favourite hero, Ryukyu! The little still remembered how she’d made sure his father couldn’t hurt his mama or siblings or him anymore, and how she’d even let him hug her after she was done!

“Denks?” Someone said, and Denki looked up from his game when he heard someone address him.

The little smiled when he saw Hanta, and let loose a soft giggle when Hanta smiled back at him. Denki’s door was shut, so either Hanta opened it to come in and closed it behind him (likely), or Denki had been playing with his door open the whole time (unlikely).

“Hi!” Denki beamed up at Hanta from where he was laying on the floor, and Hanta chuckled a little.

“Are you feeling little, Sparky?” Hanta asked as he moved closer to the regressed boy, and Denki nodded with a giggle.

“ ‘M payin’ gim on tabbit.” Denki said proudly, holding the device up as evidence with a bright smile.

“I can see that, sweetheart. Are you and Kimeko having fun with it?” Hanta ruffled Denki’s hair, and the electric little pushed into the affection happily, enjoying the contact he so rarely got.

“Uh huh! I even getsa pay as Roo-kee-ooh! She da bestest hewwo evah!” Denki giggled, and Hanta smiled fondly at him.

“Oh really? And why is that, baby spark?” Hanta asked, sitting next to Denki and letting the regressed blond lean against him.

“She made my papa stop hurtin’ Mama, an’ me, an’ Ra, an’ Mo, an’ Amme, an’ Ru, an’ Ako, an’ she even let me hug her, an’ when the mean nurse man was bein’ mean ta me, she made ‘im stop.” Denki mumbled, and Hanta pulled him into a loose hug.

“Can you tell me who those people are, little one? I haven’t heard you talk about ‘Ra' , ‘Mo’ , ‘Amme’ , ‘Ru’ , or ‘Ako’ before.” Hanta said, and Denki perked up a little.

“Ra an’ Mo my bubbas! An’ den Amme an’ Ru an’ Ako my sissies! They’re all super super awesome, bu’ I don’ getta see ’em no more cause Mama don’ love me no more.” Denki said, his smile falling at the reminder he hadn’t seen any of his five siblings in over a year.

Chapter 4: Since When Does Kaminari Have Siblings?

Summary:

Oh no, trauma

It was a few days after Sero had found out that Kaminari wasn’t an only child, and the class was sitting around the common room watching something on the TV when the electric blond’s phone rang. The ringtone was several (five or six) voices singing loudly in unison and horridly off-key, assaulting the ears of all who heard.

“You gonna get that, or..?” Ojiro questioned, and Kaminari gave a slightly embarrassed smile before pulling his phone out.

“Heyyo.” He greeted the person on the other end, and quickly pulled the phone away with an alarmed expression.

“I found a knife!” “Jesus fuck! Who let Haru get into the knives?!” “Sora, you’re the oldest after Denki! Do something!” “ALL OF YOU SHUT UP I’M CALLING DENKI NOW YOU USELESS FUCKS!!”

“... Um, should we be concerned?” Shouji, who could clearly hear everyone on the other end, asked as everyone turned wide eyes to the boy who had done nothing more than answer his phone.

“Probably.” Kaminari shrugged, before putting the phone on speaker so he wouldn’t risk going deaf having it right next to his ear while talking to the people on the other end.

“Denki! We need your help!” One of the people on the other end, a boy declared, and Kaminari pinched the bridge of his nose in a way that made Uraraka pause the show so the class could listen to the tea.

“What did you do.” It was said with all the fond exasperation of a completely done parent, a tone that Kaminari had never used against any of his classmates before.

“I’m telling you! The wicked witch of the east! She’s the fucking wicked witch of the east!” A girl, the one that had said she’d found a knife, Haru, said with all the confidence of a pro who had seen the darkest that society had to offer.

“THAT’S NOT DAMN FUCKING RELEVANT TO WHAT WE NEED TO TELL DENKI YOU SHITTY FUCKING MIDGET!!” The one who had called yelled, and Kaminari sighed like he hadn’t slept in over a week.

“Ammeonna-imouto. Use your inside voice.” The blond said, the tone he used reminding quite a few classmates of a disappointed parent.

“... Sorry, Denki-niisan.” The person who had called Kaminari, Ammeonna, sounded like she’d been caught by a parent getting into something that she wasn’t supposed to.

Wait, hang on a minute, niisan? Kaminari was an older brother? Since when?

“Anyway, what were you needing to tell me? It was obviously important enough that you felt the need to try and deafen me, again.” Kaminari rolled his eyes, but there was something affectionate in the action.

“Mom’s getting married!” Someone who hadn’t yet spoken, a boy, said, and he sounded quite upset by it.

“... I don’t get what that has to do with me, though? You know how my relationship with Shizuka is, Sora-otouto.” Kaminari replied, and over half of class 1-A were surprised by how detached the teen sounded when he said his mother’s name.

“The guy she’s marrying is an… old acquaintance of your father. And you’re the only one who has actual memories of what he was like. Please, Denki-niisan, you have to convince Mother that she can’t marry him. The five of us… we aren’t old enough to get jobs, and with you being in Yuuei… you can make it to where we won’t have to deal with that sort of thing.” The one who had asked Sora to do something said, and Kaminari went pale.

“Fuck. Sora, Ammeonna, Haru, Takako, Moya. All five of you, grab your go-bags. You should have been putting the money I’ve been sending you in the disguised pockets in each. If you have, there’s enough for you all to get a ticket each for the station to Musutafu plus a bit extra. Do it when Shizuka and her… fiancé, are sleeping. I’ll text you the specific address, and tell the Watanabes the situation. I’m not letting any of you go through that hell, alright?” Kaminari said, his tone void of any joking and his expression making it clear that this was an extremely serious thing.

The fact the people on the other end of the phone had go-bags and had made sure to be prepared in case they had to run, was also a good indicator of how serious the situation was.

“Niisan, I’m scared. Mom’s gonna make the same mistake she did with Dad. What if when the heroes come and take him away… what if she decides she doesn’t want any of us anymore, like she did with you? She- she’s our mom, isn’t she supposed to love us?” A second boy, Moya, by process of elimination, said while sounding like he was either close to tears or already crying.

“... Shizuka may have given birth to the six of us, but that doesn’t make her our mom. It doesn’t make what she did right, and it doesn’t erase any of the things she’s done.” Kaminari said after a moment, and the room was dead silent when he and his siblings hung up.

“... That was fucked up.” Jirou said after a moment.

“Jirou!” Midoriya reprimanded, scandalised.

“Nah, she’s right. Shit’s fucked, I honestly should’ve known Shizuka would pull something like this the moment she stopped letting me visit my siblings in person.” Kaminari shrugged, putting his phone in his pocket after sending a text to someone- the Watanabes most likely.

“... I’m sorry, your mother did what?” Kirishima asked, seeming to finally unfreeze from where he’d been shocked (ha!) by the revelation that Kaminari had actual siblings.

“Your siblings sound very…” Iida struggled to find the right word.

“Traumatised? Anarchic? Chaotic? Panicked? Obfuscating? Unhinged? Deranged? Round the twist? Eccentric?” Kaminari offered words and phrases to fill in the blank, and earned some vaguely suspicious looks.

“If you’re not living with your mother or father, then who are you living with?” Todoroki asked, completely curious with no ulterior motives.

“The Watanabes. I’ve mentioned I’m in foster care before, right? You guys weren’t blindsided by that news like you are by the fact I have siblings?” Kaminari asked, and earned some nods from his friends.

“You’ve mentioned before that this is the first time you haven’t had to basically defend your right to exist as a person, and that the Watanabes have actually shown that they care rather than just being in it for the paycheck. I didn’t blab about it because that’s your personal business, not something that everyone should know right off the bat.” Mina shrugged.

“Show of hands, who didn’t know about me being in fostercare?” Kaminari asked.

Every hand outside Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero, and Mina went up.

“But I don’t even hide it? I talk about the Watanabes all the time?” Kaminari was beyond confused at how literally no one outside his friend group knew about it.

Chapter 5: Hold The Baby Pt 1 (Sero)

Kaminari was watching some show with Sero, though he wasn’t paying that much attention to it to be honest. They were in the dark-haired teen’s room, sitting on his bed and facing the dresser that the TV rested on. Kaminari was wearing a grey shirt that had an electricity-based math joke written on it in yellow, and a pair of Miruko sweatpants with some Edgeshot socks covering his feet that were always cold. Sero was wearing similar loungewear, though his had no smart people jokes or obvious heroes on them. The older of the two was wearing a grey shirt that said “70% of people are stupid. I’m obviously with the other 40%” in white with a pair of tan sweatpants with a subtle scale-like design, his own feet bare rather than socked like Kaminari’s were. The show was playing on the TV at a reasonable volume, and Sero was enraptured by it, laughing at some points, but Kaminari wasn’t taking in anything from it.

Kaminari knew he wanted Kimeko. And he knew he wanted to cuddle with her and curl up in his soft butterfly blanket. And he knew he wanted to wear his soft and pretty clothes he kept special for when he was little so he wouldn’t do something to ruin them. And he knew he wanted to play games on his tablet. And he knew he wanted, wanted, wanted but he knew he wasn’t ’cause Hanta had wanted to watch this show, and Denki had said that he’d watch it with Hanta, but he didn’t want to watch the show anymore. He wanted his toy, and he wanted to play and be little and drink his bubbly juice.

“Kami-kun? Dude, the ending wasn’t even that sad. Are you feeling okay?” Hanta asked, and Denki blinked as he realised the end credits of the episode Hanta had started were rolling; he’d somehow spaced through the rest of the episode.

Wasn’t even that sad? What was Hanta talking about? Denki wasn’t sad, why would Hanta be asking him if- something wet fell from Denki’s eye and made its way down his cheek. Oh. Denki had started crying a little, hadn’t he? But he wasn’t even feeling sad, he just wanted his toy and then he’d be right as rain. That was a silly expression, Denki thought. Right as rain. Rain wasn’t even right, it just fell straight down unless it was windy outside, then it sometimes fell in a weird diagonal line way instead of down.

“Jus’ wan’ ’Meko.” Denki mumbled, and Hanta moved a hand to wipe the wetness on Denki’s cheeks away.

“Yeah? D’you want me to bring Kimeko here? Or do you wanna go to your room to play with her there?” Hanta asked softly, and Denki found himself smiling at the nice way that Hanta was talking to him, all soft and smooth and I'm-here-I'm-right-here-you've-got-me-it's-okay-you're-okay.

All the stuff he wanted was in his room, it’d be silly to bring it all here to Hanta’s room because that’d just be more work for Hanta to do! Hanta was s’posed to be relaxing with Denki, it’d be dumb to do more work.

“Go m’ room?” Denki asked in a quiet voice, and Hanta smiled fondly at him with pretty brown eyes.

“Sure, let’s go to your room.” Hanta agreed almost too easily (could he see Denki was slipping and was letting the blond know in his own way that he was gonna stay and not leave him like how Denki’s mama hadn’t stayed and had left ’cause she stopped loving Denki?), and helped Denki stand up after getting off the bed that was so high off the ground.

The two made their way to Denki’s room without meeting any of their classmates - that was right, everyone else had decided to go see some movie that Hanta didn’t like, and Denki had decided to stay because he didn’t want Hanta to get lonely while everyone was gone. They didn’t have to worry about someone stopping them because Denki’s face was a bit red, and asking questions, and making it to where it took longer for Denki to get to his pretty pegasus toy to cuddle with.

Hanta shut the door after them, and Denki smiled as he saw Kimeko waiting for him on his bed, tucked in under his pretty butterfly blanket and looking like she’d be taking a nap if she were a real pegasus instead of a toy.

“Meko.” Denki smiled and made his way to his bed, pulling his toy and blanket off the object he slept on and hugging Kimeko close, beaming happily now that he was holding Kimeko like he’d been wanting to.

“Are you slipping down, Denks?” Hanta asked gently from over by the door.

“Nuh uh.” Denki denied it, completely busting his argument by slipping a thumb in his mouth after and swaying in place happily, holding his toy and having his pretty butterfly blanket on him.

“I think you are.” Hanta teased playfully, smiling at him and walking away from the door towards where Denki was holding Kimeko and sucking on his thumb.

“Nuh, De no’ sibbin'.” Denki denied further, pouting behind his thumb a little.

“Oh? You’re not slipping, baby sparks?” Hanta asked, gasping dramatically and putting a hand against his chest while exaggerating a shocked expression that was obviously faked; however, the regressed Denki couldn’t tell that it was, firmly in his headspace at two and a half years old and very much showing it despite how he thought he wasn’t.

“Uh huh, De big an’ no' sibbin’.” Denki told the older of the two almost proudly, still sucking on his thumb and holding Kimeko close and having his pretty butterfly blanket hanging on him.

“Oh, you’re big are you? Well, you wanna know what I do to big people?” Hanta asked, and he held his hands stretched out towards Denki with a playful grin. “I tickle ’em til they’re nice and small, baby sparks.”

Denki watched as Hanta got closer with owlish gold eyes, taking a moment to process what the dark-haired hero-in-training told him before he realised. By then it was almost too late, but Denki managed to escape the tickles by holding Kimeko between him and Hanta, and the blond even took his thumb out of his mouth to evade the caregiver better. A small giggle escaped Denki as he moved around, keeping Hanta from getting close enough to tickle him just barely, holding his butterfly blanket close around him so he wouldn’t trip on it and fall and get an ouchie from it.

“No! No tickles!” Denki told Hanta through his giggles, and the caregiver simply grinned before lunging.

He got his long arms around Denki, and hugged the blond little close before beginning to tickle him with a bright grin. Denki squirmed in his arms, laughing from the funny feeling and trying to get away. Not even Denki’s butterfly blanket was thick enough to protect him from Hanta’s tickle attacks, and Kimeko was no help in getting away.

“S’ob! S’ob! De shmall, De shmall!” Denki got out through his laughter, smiling brightly at his caregiver and taking deep breaths once Hanta stopped tickling him.

“So? Is De slipping down now, baby sparks?” Hanta asked, and Denki pouted at him in response.

“Na-na cheated.” The electric boy grumbled at him.

It took Hanta a moment to realise that by ‘na-na’ Denki meant him and not just something random.

“How did I cheat then, sweetheart?” Hanta asked, wanting to understand the boy’s regressed line of thinking.

“You big an’ fast an’ De no’ big an’ fast.” Denki pouted, turning his back on Hanta with a small huff and hiding his face in Kimeko’s soft back fur so Hanta wouldn’t see him pout and tease him.

“Pichu, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I’m sorry, sweetheart, is there any way I can make it up to you?” Hanta asked, and he sounded sorry enough that Denki unhid his face.

“Na-na no’ cheat no more?” The electric little asked, and Hanta gently hugged him from behind, making sure not to startle the boy when he did so so he wouldn’t make Denki more upset.

“Of course I won’t cheat anymore, little one.” Hanta swore honestly, and Denki was mollified by the promise.

“Na-na helb De ge’ juice in sibby b’ease?” Denki asked, turning in Hanta’s arms to look up at the caregiver hopefully.

“I don’t think you have any juice little people can have in here, bubs. But I can look in your fridge for some, alright? Why don’t you get your sippy out while I do that, that way it’s all ready for me to pour some in?” Hanta suggested, and Denki nodded happily before toddling over to his box of little stuff to grab his pretty dinosaur sippy to hold his juice in.

Chapter 6: Hold The Baby Pt 2 (Sero, Sero & Shinsou)

Denki looked in his box of little stuff with one arm wrapped around Kimeko, and stuck his tongue out one side of his mouth as he tried to find his sippy. He knew he had it, he’d used it to hold his bubbly purple juice just a few days ago! Surely it was in his littlespace box with his other little stuff, right?

“Na-na, helb.” Denki whined at his caregiver, and Hanta stepped away from his fridge and over to where Denki was.

“Do you need help finding your sippy, sweetheart?” Hanta asked softly, and Denki nodded.

“Wan’ juice in sibby.” The electric blond said with a pout that Hanta secretly thought was adorable.

“What about this one, hm?” Hanta asked, pulling a sippy cup out of Denki’s littlespace box.

This one had little frogs on it; Denki had gotten it ’cause it made him think of Tsu and how nice she was to everyone. But it wasn’t his dinosaur sippy, and he wanted to use his dinosaur sippy for his juice.

“Nuh uh, no’ dat one.” Denki rubbed at his nose, and Hanta went back to rummaging in his littlespace box, leaving the frog sippy out so he wouldn’t grab it again.

Hanta next pulled out a Batman-themed sippy, then a mushroom-themed one, then one with a Disney princess on it (the Cinderella one, because she was blonde like Denki and he liked her story), then he pulled out a NASA sippy cup. One by one, each were turned down as Hanta continued to look through Denki’s box of littlespace things.

“I’m sorry, baby boy, but I don’t know what sippy we’re looking for. You sure you don’t wanna pick from the ones I pulled out of your box, sweetheart?” Hanta asked, looking at the multiple sippy cups that Denki had turned down as they weren’t his dinosaur sippy.

There were the ones that were mentioned, then there was also a sippy decorated with teddy bears, a few with unicorns on them, one with raccoons printed on it, multiple with cats on them, but none that were Denki’s dinosaur sippy cup.

“Wan’ dino sibby, Na-na. B’ease?” Denki gave his caregiver puppydog eyes, and Hanta ruffled Denki’s messy hair with a small smile.

“Of course we’ll find your dino sippy. Thank you for telling me which one you were wanting to use, baby, I’m sure we’ll find it if we look hard enough.” Hanta promised, and Denki beamed as he pulled Kimeko close and nuzzled his cheek against her soft fur.

“Na-na, weally?” Denki asked, gold eyes bright and hopeful as he looked up at the brown-eyed teen from where he was sitting on the floor holding onto his toy.

“I promise. It might take a while though, so why don’t you go see if you can find some juice in the fridge to put in it when I find it, hm?” Hanta suggested, and Denki nodded before moving to toddle over to the fridge that held all the snacks he kept in his room for when he got hungry and didn’t wanna be around people yet.

The blond opened it to look for one of his bubbly juices to drink when Hanta found his- oh, it had been in Denki’s fridge the whole time.

“Na-na, dino sibby in f’widge.” Denki called, and his caregiver stopped rummaging through his littlespace box, shaking his head with a pretty smile and putting Denki’s other sippies back in the box.

“Silly boy, why’d you have me looking through your little box for it, if it was in the fridge the entire time?” Hanta asked playfully, kissing Denki on the forehead before pulling his dino sippy out of the fridge and raising an eyebrow at the little when he saw the purple liquid in it.

“Na-na bu’ lid on sibby for De b’ease?” Denki asked his caregiver hopefully.

“If I take a sip of this, it better not be something you’re not supposed to have when you’re little. Is it, baby sparks?” Hanta asked, and Denki frowned as he tried to remember what the purple stuff he put in his sippy was.

“Dunno.” Denki shrugged after a moment, and Hanta tilted the lidless cup until some of the purple liquid inside got in his mouth.

Hanta swallowed, and based on his expression it wasn’t something Denki was allowed to have while he was little like he was now. Which wasn’t fair, Hanta got to drink all kinds of stuff, and Denki wasn’t allowed a lot of the stuff that Hanta was when he was little. It was so competely unfair, Denki should be allowed the same things that Hanta was.

“You’re not allowed to have soda while you’re little, pichu. I thought you knew that.” Hanta gave Denki a dissuh- disser- a look like he expected better, and Denki looked down.

“Sowwy.” The regressed electric blond mumbled, and Hanta messed with his hair a little.

“It’s okay, baby sparks. You just can’t have that, you’re little and it could make your tummy all upset if you had some.” Hanta placated, and Denki pushed into the affection he was getting like the touch-starved boy he was.

There was a knock on the door then, and Denki leaned his cheek against Kimeko as Hanta went to see who it was.

“Hello?” Hanta asked, and Denki slipped his thumb back in his mouth to suck on as he watched his Na-na do big person stuff.

“Hey, I borrowed a book from Kaminari-kun for a project, I came to return it. Is that okay?” A familiar voice asked from the other side of the wood, and Hanta turned to look at Denki for the answer to the question.

Denki took his thumb out of his mouth to give Hanta a thumbs up, letting his caregiver know it was probably okay. He slipped his thumb back in his mouth after, and Hanta sent him a smile that made Denki pull his blanket closer at how nice it made him feel.

Hanta opened the door, and a tall person with purple hair and eyes walked in, holding a pretty book in one hand and looking around the room in undisguised curiosity and interest. Denki hid under his butterfly blanket a little, unsure of this new person and how they’d react to him being little and small and needing help looking after himself.

“Kaminari-kun? Why’re you hiding in your blanket?” The purple person asked in a pretty voice, and Denki peeked his face out just enough to show his eyes so he could see the purple person with the pretty voice.

“De no’ hidin’.” He denied, even though he totally was.

“No? You’re not?” The purple person asked in an amused voice, their eyes crinkling at the edges as they smiled at him.

“Nuh uh.” Denki giggled, and the purple person crouched in front of him so that Denki could see their pretty face closer and wow their eyes looked cool, all purples with white pupils.

“You gonna come outta that blanket, Kami-tan?” The pretty purple person asked, and Denki peeked more of his head out in response.

“De no’ hidin’, b’omise.” The little said around his thumb, his pretty butterfly blanket covering his hand and mouth still.

“I know, little one. You’re not hiding, I can see that. You wanna tell me how old you are, sparky?” The purple person asked, and Denki blinked as he tried to figure out the answer.

The electric blond moved the arm that was around Kimeko, and held up two fingers, before putting up a third then lowering it. He wasn’t three yet, he was still smaller than that.

“You’re two?” The purple person asked, and Denki shook his head; he was a bit bigger than that, he wasn’t that small. “Alright, so not two. Are you… two and a half?”

Denki nodded, and let the blanket fall down enough that the pretty purple person could see his whole face. Denki sucked on his thumb some more, and the pretty purple person pulled it out of his mouth.

“Nu.” Denki pouted at them, and moved his other hand so he could suck on that thumb instead.

“Sparky, you can’t suck on your thumbs. You could get sick, and we wouldn’t want that.” The purple person said, and Denki let out a whine at the thought of getting sick and having to take yucky tasting medicine to get better.

“Baby sparks, I got your sippy all cleaned up. You wanna come pick out some juice, sweetheart?” Hanta asked, and Denki perked up as he looked over at the black-haired caregiver.

“Na-na c’ean De sibby?” Denki asked, smiling and almost bouncing in place at the thought of getting to drink juice in his dino sippy.

“Yep, it’s all clean now. C’mon, can’t fill it with juice if you don’t pick some out.” Hanta said, and Denki carefully got to his feet with the pretty purple person’s help.

Hanta had found some apple juice, and some pomegranate juice, and some grape juice, and some carrot juice in Denki’s fridge while looking for stuff that wasn’t carbonated so Denki’s tummy wouldn’t get all upset at him later.

“Cawwot juice, b’ease an’ t’ankies.” Denki beamed up at him, and Hanta ruffled the blond’s hair; like every time before, Denki pushed into the touch and smiled at the affection he was getting.

“You, are the most well-mannered little one I’ve ever seen.” The pretty purple person smiled at him, and Denki giggled at the praise.

The little made his way to the pretty person, and tilted his head up at them. He still couldn’t tell if they were a boy or a girl, but that was okay with Denki because they were nice so it didn’t matter.

“ ’M De ’n dis ’Meko, wha’ you nam?” Denki asked, holding up Kimeko so the pretty purple person could see her too since she’d been hiding under his blanket like she was unsure about the new person too.

“I’m Hitoshi, little ones. ’Meko looks very soft, is she?” The pretty purple person, Hitoshi, said with a smile.

“Uh huh, she weally soft. Wanna feel?” Denki held Kimeko out almost hesitantly, and Hitoshi ran their hand gently over Kimeko’s side now that Denki had told them they could.

“My my, she really is soft. You must love cuddling with her, huh?” Hitoshi asked Denki with a soft look on their face.

“Pichu, I’ve got your juice all ready for you.” Hanta said, and Denki turned to him with a smile.

“De gots cawwot juice in dino sibby?” Denki nearly bounced in place happily as Hanta handed him his pretty sippy full of nice-looking orange coloured carrot juice.

Notes:

The sippy that Denki was wanting to drink from (the one on the right):

 

The sippies that he turned down that were mentioned:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7: Ssh, Sweet One (Sero & Shinsou)

Kaminari was with Sero and Shinsou in his room when he felt that mental itch that let him know the world was starting to get to be too much for him again, and grabbed Kimeko from off his bed before wrapping his arms around her as he was wont to do when he got to the point that it was almost too much and he didn’t feel like breaking down crying. Not now that he had a healthy coping mechanism, anyhow.

Even just holding his toy when he got to feeling like this helped somewhat, keeping him in the present and helping him to keep from hiding in the foggy-hazy-heady feeling that he’d recently learned was dissociation, when he’d talked with Dr. Sekigai about how he hadn’t experienced the sensation nearly as often since he’d started making use of the suggested coping mechanism for his stolen childhood. And hadn’t that been a surprise to Kaminari in and of itself? That the blond had begun dissociating and had done so to avoid the pain of having a Quirk like his since a few months into being left to the fostercare system by his mother. That he’d begun dissociating to hide from the fact it felt like his mother had stopped loving him when his father was arrested.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a hug from her. But the blond knew that he’d gotten at least a single hug from her, a pat on the head, a ruffle of his hair, something that proved that Kaminari Shizuka had loved her eldest child; he’d had to have gotten some form of affection from her once, hadn’t he?

“Kami?” Shinsou voiced softly, and the blond looked up from Kimeko to see both his friends looking back at him.

“Hm?” Kaminari replied, the fingers of one hand messing with one of Kimeko’s wings and rubbing over the soft texture of faux fur stitched to look like feathers.

“Are you feeling small, Sparky?” Sero asked once the two had Denki’s attention.

“Big.” Denki said, and rubbed the side of his cheek against Kimeko’s soft fur that felt nice against his skin.

“Are you saying you’re big?” Hitoshi smiled like someone told a funny joke.

“Nuh. World big.” Denki shook his head, and smiled when Hanta grabbed his butterfly blanket and wrapped it around the regressing blond’s shoulders.

“Are you saying you’re little, then?” Hitoshi said, and Denki hummed.

“De shmall.” Denki confirmed with a nod, the hand that wasn’t playing with Kimeko’s wing moving up to his face so he could suck on his thumb and still hold onto Kimeko, who was just as ridiculously soft as ever.

However, it seemed that Hanta was able to guess what Denki wanted to do and grabbed onto his hand so he wouldn’t put his thumb in his mouth. Tthe black-haired hero-in-training gave Denki a Look as he held the blond little’s hand that told him in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t allowed to do that.

“Baby sparks, no sucking on your thumb, okay? We can get one of your pacis or teethers instead, but sucking your thumb is a big no-no ’cause you could get sick from it.” Hanta said, and Denki pouted a little at him.

“How are you so adorable?” Hitoshi mumbled, and Denki turned his attention to the pretty purple person with a slightly confused head tilt, which made Hitoshi make a funny noise.

“De no’ door-bull, jus’ wan’ dum.” Denki said, and blinked in surprise when Hanta pressed something against his mouth.

“Well, you’re not getting your thumb. How about this teether instead, pichu?” Hanta suggested, and Denki let him slip the teether in his mouth.

It wasn’t his pretty-looking teether necklace with the red feather, instead it was his watermelon-shaped teether that felt nice against his lips and between his top and bottom teeth. Denki grabbed onto the teether with the hand that Hanta had been holding hostage, and held it in his mouth so it wouldn’t fall out. He bit down lightly on the flavoured silicone toy, letting out a contemplative hum before beaming at Hanta behind it with bright gold eyes.

“See? Isn’t your teether better than sucking on your thumb, sparky?” Hanta asked, ruffling Denki’s hair gently.

Just as every time before, Denki pushed into the affection; chasing after it, trying to prolong the contact and hold onto that touch that showed that someone cared about him, that he wasn’t bad, that his mama was wrong for leaving him and not loving him anymore. Hanta smiled softly at Denki, but there was a look on his face like he was thinking sad thoughts. Denki didn’t want Hanta thinking sad thoughts, it made your head all funny and then your eyes and chest would start hurting.

“Kami-tan, would you like a hug?” Hitoshi asked, and Denki turned to the pretty purple person.

“… ’M no’ s’pose ta ask fo’ touch.” Denki mumbled, taking his teether out of his mouth for a moment.

“But you’re not asking for it, I’m offering to give you a hug. Would you like one, Kami-tan?” Hitoshi asked again, and Denki nodded in response to the offer.

Hitoshi smiled softly at him, and they opened their arms. Denki sank into the embrace with Kimeko in his arms and his pretty butterfly blanket wrapped around his shoulders still, and Hitoshi wrapped their arms around him gently. It was more touch than Denki got from the hair ruffles that Hanta gave him when he was being good and listening, it was more touch than when Hanta grabbed onto his hand to keep him from sucking on his thumb; it was more touch than Denki could ever remember getting in a single instance.

“Ssh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, little one. You haven’t gotten a lot of touch affection, huh?” Hitoshi ran the fingers of one hand through Denki’s hair, and the regressed blond latched onto the feeling of getting so much touch that he felt like he was on top of the whole entire world; his eyes were starting to hurt a bit like when he was thinking the really sad thoughts, but Denki wasn’t sad at all.

He was happy, because he was being given touch and it didn’t even hurt at all.

“De no’ loud’uh ask, bu- bu’ wan’ touch. B- bad?” Denki mumbled against Hitoshi’s pretty shirt, and felt as the pretty purple person pulled him a bit closer, making the touch even bigger as they pressed a kiss to Denki’s forehead.

“No, it’s not bad. Touch is how you show people you care about them, right, baby sparks?” Hitoshi asked him softly, and Denki nodded his head a little from where he was still latching onto the touch he was getting, the affection he craved so badly finally being given.

“Hey, pichu, do you want some juice? We can put on something to watch together and cuddle if you want.” Hanta said, and Denki lifted his head from Hitoshi’s shirt to look at his other caregiver.

“D- De getsa touch Na-na an’ Tocchi an’ gets juice too?” The little said in wonder, gold eyes wide at the offer.

“Yeah, you do. Do you wanna pick your juice first, or what we watch?” Hanta asked, and Denki beamed.

“Juice firs’ b’ease. Can gets it in kitty sibby?” Denki asked, and all but melted when Hitoshi began playing with his hair softly.

It was touch and it didn’t hurt and Hitoshi was so nice to give Denki touch and not even get mad at him for wanting it so much.

“Of course we can put the juice in one of your kitty sippies. Do you wanna choose which one, sweetheart?” Hanta asked, and Denki felt so warm from how nice both his caregivers were being.

The electric little felt something wet fall from his eyes, but he was happy so he couldn’t be crying. Crying was for when you were sad or angry or afraid, Denki knew that. But he was happy, so there was absolutely no way he could be crying.

“N- Na-na choose De sibby?” Denki suggested almost shyly, and Hitoshi rubbed the wetness off Denki’s face with their thumbs; they were so impossibly gentle as they did so, and Denki pushed his face into Hitoshi’s hands a bit to prolong the simple contact.

“Oh, sweetie. You’re touch-starved, and your love language is touch. Don’t worry, alright? I won’t stop giving you affection, honey. I won’t let you go back to wanting touch so bad but feeling like you can’t ask for it.” Hitoshi told him as soon as they realised why Denki was pushing into the touch so insistently (like it would be taken away without any warning, like Denki need-need-needed but couldn’t-couldn’t-couldn’t ask for it), and then they kissed Denki’s forehead again as they cupped his cheeks in their soft and gentle hands.

Denki relaxed a bit, pushing into the touch less insistently and looking at Hitoshi with gold eyes that almost sparkled with how much they lit up from within. It may have been just a simple promise to Hitoshi, but to Denki it was the greatest thing he could be given. This was someone who had promised that Denki would get touch from them always, he wouldn’t have to want-want-want or need-need-need and not get touch.

“Baby sparks, do you wanna choose your juice?” Hanta asked from over by Denki’s fridge, the little’s grey kitty sippy in one hand.

“Grayb juice?” Denki suggested, curling up in Hitoshi’s arms a bit smaller so he could get more touch from them.

Ten minutes later, Denki was curled up between Hanta and Hitoshi with Kimeko in his arms as Hitoshi scrolled through the shows on Denki’s Webflix profile (making sure to stay on the second profile that was specifically for when Denki was regressed to avoid the little watching anything he shouldn’t). The blond was getting touch from both his caregivers, the physical contact making Denki feel-feel-feel without any of the touch hurting him at all. This wasn’t like with his first eight foster homes, where the only touch he’d get was from foster-siblings or foster-parents hurting him, it wasn't like the next seven before the Watanabes where he didn't get touch at all ; it was good touch and it made Denki’s heart soar.

He took a sip of his sweet grape juice from his pretty kitty sippy, and let out a happy noise when he saw a show that looked awesome, and Hitoshi paused in their scrolling.

“Do you see something you wanna watch, little bee?” Hitoshi asked, and Denki nodded since he still had grape juice in his mouth.

The regressed boy swallowed his juice, and pointed.

“Wan’ wahj Colio.” Denki said, and Hanta pressed a kiss to his forehead as Hitoshi clicked on the awesome looking show.

It was actually called Code Lyoko, but Denki had tried his best to pronounce it so no one was going to point that out.

Notes:

The sippy that Denki uses in this chapter (the one on the right):

The teether that he uses:

Chapter 8: Movie Night

The next class-wide movie night, Kaminari was sitting between Shinsou and Sero with a blanket large enough to go over all three of them. The touch from having both of them pressed against him was enough that Kaminari was soaking up the serotonin it gave him happily, and the comfort that his cuddle buddies were giving off wasn't half bad either. He was relaxed between the two, his Quirk nearly vibrating under his skin at how nice the touch was, and at how kind Shinsou and Sero were for letting him have it without getting upset at how Kaminari always ached for physical touch that didn't hurt when it was given.

"You feeling good?" Shinsou murmured to Kaminari when there was a rise in the movie's music for the suspenseful part they were nearing.

It honestly made Kaminari's ears ring the slightest bit, but the blond ignored the vaguely uncomfortable feeling in favour of curling further into Shinsou and Sero’s comfortable touch under the nice blanket.

"Mm hm, don't feel weird. I might later, though." Kaminari replied just as softly, answering Shinsou’s veiled question with a veiled answer of his own.

What the purple-haired teen had actually been asking was if Kaminari was big or little at the moment. Kaminari's answer had been that he was big at the moment, but he might slip into his headspace by accident at some point.

Shinsou smiled softly, and their hand grabbed onto one of Kaminari's under the blanket and gave it a light squeeze. Kaminari smiled softly, and let his head drop to rest on Shinsou’s shoulder, angling the rest of his body so he was just a bit short from cuddling with both Shinsou and Sero rather than just being between the two under the blanket. Sero’s response to the blond’s movements was to raise an eyebrow at him, then bring Kaminari’s legs up so the electric boy was comfortably curled up with his legs covering Sero’s own. The added benefit of increasing the amount that the three were touching heightened Kaminari’s serotonin levels further and made the blond let off a few minor static shocks from how much his Quirk was vibrating under his skin from the happy brain chemicals.

Since it wasn’t a school night, the movies continued for longer than Iida usually allowed. So it was only after another movie and a half that Kaminari really felt the drowsiness hit. He, Shinsou, and Sero had upgraded from a little bit away from cuddling to proper cuddling, freeing up more of the blanket to wrap around them and increasing the physical contact between the three. Kaminari had the side of his face resting on Shinsou’s shoulder, Sero gently running a hand up and down one of his calves while the other rested next to one of Shinsou’s on one of Kaminari’s thighs. The blond’s drowsiness led to the minor static shocks decreasing, which in turn led to Sero turning to see if anything was wrong or making Kaminari feel a bit uncomfortable for any reason. Upon seeing that it was just Kaminari getting a bit tired, Sero gave a light squeeze against the blond’s calf and turned back to the current movie with a smile.

“You three are awfully cuddly with each other recently. Anything you need to tell us?” Ashido asked with a shit-eating grin when the current movie was paused for a small bathroom break and snack refill.

“I found out that Kami-kun’s love language is touch.” Sero shrugged, and earned sleepy gold-sunshine eyes looking at him as the blond registered his name had been said.

“You’re groping my leg.” The teen said, half-awake at most.

“I’m not groping your leg. That would imply some form of harassment. As soon as you show me you’re not okay with me touching your leg, I’ll take my hand away.” Sero placated.

“Mm. No, hand stays.” Kaminari mumbled.

Kirishima, and quite a few others, looked highly amused at the exchange.

“Shinsou-kun, do you have any objections to Kaminari-kun using you as a pillow?” Midoriya asked, and Shinsou levelled the greenet with an unimpressed deadpan look when Kaminari began to lift his head.

“If I had any, I wouldn’t let him. ‘Sides, not Kami-kun’s fault he hasn’t gotten positive touch since he got put in fostercare.” Shinsou said, pulling Kaminari back to using them as a pillow easily.

Shinsou’s reply brought back to mind what Ashido had said, about Kaminari’s current fosterhome being the first one where he didn’t have to defend his right to be a person. But the fact that Kaminari hadn’t gotten positive touch since he was put in fostercare, meant that it had been at least a few years of the only touch Kaminari getting being negative and/or hostile. Which, paired with his love language, was definitely not something good for the boy’s mental health.

Kaminari easily allowed Shinsou to pull him back, clearly having no complaints with the contact and even relaxing further with a nearly inaudible sigh.

“I feel like a voyeur.” Ojiro muttered, looking away in embarrassment.

“If you’re a voyeur, then which of us three is the exhibitionist?” Sero raised an eyebrow.

Kirishima, Jirou, Hagakure, Ashido, and Shouji began laughing. Shouji’s laughter was more subdued than the other four’s, but his amusement was still clear in his grey eyes.

“Obviously it’s the one getting the most enjoyment.” Aoyama said with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

“Wait, why is Kaminari-kun the exhibit- ehjibi- why is he the voyeur’s counterpoint?” Midoriya asked, holding a small box of candy that he was eating from.

“Because he’s the one enjoying this most. Completely unrelated to Ojiro feeling like a voyeur, but still technically relevant.” Sero shrugged.

“Not… ‘m not that.” Kaminari protested drowsily, then went near-boneless when Shinsou began running the fingers of one hand through his hair.

“I don’t know whether to look away or take pictures. Why the fuck is Kaminari-kun adorable like this?” Uraraka muttered.

After finishing the movie, Kaminari was completely passed out where he was cuddling with Shinsou and Sero under the blanket. Rather than wake the sleeping teen and risk making him upset, Uraraka instead offered to use her Quirk so they could move the boy without needing to worry about who was strong enough to. Since they were in the hero course, all of them had a lot of muscle which made nearly all of them rather heavy for their sizes, and Kaminari was no exception to this deception.

It took maybe fifteen minutes to get Kaminari to his room using Uraraka’s Quirk, and she cancelled it when Shinsou gave her the text that Kaminari was in his bed now. Sero, who had come with Shinsou to get Kaminari to his bed, grabbed the boy’s toy pegasus from where she’d been put on top of his mini fridge and placed her in Kaminari’s arms.

The blond pulled his toy close in his sleep, and Shinsou and Sero left after each gave the blond a good night kiss on the forehead.

Notes:

The way I visualise Shinsou, Kaminari, and Sero cuddling is with Kaminari's upper body against Shinsou's while his legs are on Sero's and Sero and Shinsou pressed side to side. Kind of like if Kaminari was a big cat that wanted affection from both of them and wouldn't settle for anything less

Chapter 9: Tired Lamb (No Caregivers, ???)

Kaminari was only wanting to do a bit of his homework outside, since the weather was nice. He’d even made sure to bring things to help with his dyslexia and ADHD out with him so he wouldn’t end up not doing it. Sure, he had felt the itch that meant he needed to take a break. But it wasn’t as strong as it usually was when he actually did end up regressing to deal with the stress, so he thought it’d be fine for a bit longer. He had honestly thought that he wouldn’t slip down until a little while after he was done with his homework. It wasn’t like Kaminari had absolutely no control over whether he went into his headspace or not, but he thought he’d be able to push it back for a bit longer.

But Denki was so tired of having to be ‘sponsible and do Big Kid stuff when he needed to be Little so he didn’t start crying for a super long time because of how hard everything was again. His eyes always hurt after he did that, and then his new mommy and daddy got worried and Denki didn’t like making ‘em worried just ‘cause he couldn’t deal with big kid stuff too good.

The sun was shining though, and it wasn’t cold out, and Denki was feeling a bit sleepy from having to keep being big for so long when he just wanted so bad to be little more than anything. The blond boy leaned more against the tree he had his back to, and relaxed a bit at the way his clothes softened the harshness of the tree’s bark. He was almost comfortable, and it was enough for the little to close his eyes. A small nap was okay, so long as Denki made sure that he didn’t sleep all through the rest of the day. That wouldn’t be very good for him, it’d make it hard for him to go to sleep with Kimeko when it was time for night-nights.

Denki was roused a little while later, still mostly asleep, when someone touched his shoulder lightly. The touch didn’t hurt, so it had to be a kind touch, and so Denki curled into the touch a little. He wasn’t awake enough to see who it was, and frankly didn’t care. They weren’t hurting him, so it had to be fine because the only bad touch was touch that hurt. So it was good touch, and Denki had no problem with letting the good touch continue since it was good touch that helped him feel nice.

“Kaminari-san?” A kinda familiar voice asked quietly, and Denki managed to get his eyes to open a little.

There was a super pretty boy with cute blond hair and nice blue-grey eyes, and his pupils were like Tocchi’s were, all white and making his eyes even nicer.

“Mm?” Denki hummed, trying to wake up some more but not wanting to leave the nice floaty feeling he got when he first woke up from naps or night-nights.

“Have you been sleeping alright? You know that it’s no fun to beat you 1-A wannabes when you’re off your game.” The pretty blond boy said, and Denki blinked at him.

The pretty blond boy hadn’t taken his hand off Denki’s shoulder, was still giving Denki that nice touch, and it made Denki feel kinda giddy a little bit. He wanted to know if the pretty blond boy was gonna be nice like Tocchi too, and give more nice touch to Denki and promise not to take it away, because Denki really wanted more of the nice touch.

“ ‘M been sweebin’ good.” Denki mumbled after figuring out that he’d been asked a question, and the pretty blond boy frowned a little.

“… Are you feeling alright? You’re slurring your words a bit.” The pretty blond boy said, and Denki smiled up at him.

“Mm hm, ‘m just small.” Denki beamed, and the pretty blond boy sat next to him.

“You’re… small.” He said, seeming to be a bit amused as he raised an eyebrow at Denki with a smile of his own.

“Uh huh, ‘m go small to feel betta.” Denki started playing with his fingers a bit, still feeling kind of sleepy but wanting to talk to this pretty blond boy who was being so nice to him.

“Are you meaning to say that you’re little, and not small?” The pretty blond boy asked, and Denki nodded with a small giggle.

“De wittle.” He confirmed happily, and the pretty blond boy ruffled his hair with an amused huff.

“And you were taking a nap outside because…?” The pretty blond boy questioned, wrapping an arm loosely around Denki’s shoulders.

“Dunno, ‘m no’ mean ta.” Denki leaned into the pretty blond boy, enjoying the touch he was getting because it felt nice and the pretty blond boy was warm and smelled nice.

“So you’re saying you fell asleep out here by accident? Were you doing something while big and just fell asleep without realising?” The pretty blond boy mused, and Denki let out a hum as he curled more into the touch.

The pretty blond boy smiled softly, and Denki relaxed when one of his hands began running through his hair. It felt nice, and it made Denki relax into the pretty blond boy’s side to get more of the nice touch from him.

“Kaminari-tan, are you always this cuddly?” The pretty blond boy sounded like he was smiling, and Denki hummed.

“De jus’ wan’ nice touch.” Denki mumbled, and the pretty blond boy pulled him a bit closer.

“Luckily for you, I have no problem with people being cuddly. Touch… is something I haven’t had much of either, and it’s probably for the same reason as you.” The pretty blond boy said, and he sounded like he was starting to get a bit sad.

Denki didn’t like that.

“No sad loud’uh, sad bad.” Denki sent his strongest pout at the pretty blond boy to get his point across, and the pretty blond boy smiled and snorted at his expression.

“You’re adorable.” The pretty blond boy said, and Denki felt like his mission to make the pretty blond boy not start to get sad anymore was properly accomplished.

No one was gonna be sad if Denki could help it.

Chapter 10: Since When Is Monoma Nice?

A week later, Kaminari was studying in a little nook he’d discovered by a set of stairs, his textbook propped open in front of him and a fidget next to him to ensure he could focus. He needed to understand the subjects he was learning, he didn’t want to be made fun of for how low his grades were compared to some of his classmates. The blond was trying so damn hard to understand the material and improve his grades, but it was like the Watanabes were the only people who actually took notice of how fucking hard he was working.

Speaking of his classmates, Tokoyami, Shouji, and Kouda were actually sitting with the electric teen and studying with him. It had originally been Kaminari who had found the quiet nook, and he’d shared it with the three after realising that they also had sensory trouble with the usual study places like the library or common room. Kouda was sitting against the wall next to Kaminari, the other two studying with them finding the flat surface uncomfortable against their backs. Shouji sat with his back angled towards the outside, part of his Quirk morphed into eyes to keep an eye on their surroundings. And then Tokoyami was sat with his back angled towards the corner, Dark Shadow curled next to him as the four studied together in comfortable quiet. There was soft music that Kouda was playing from his phone that served as background noise for them, and Kaminari had his new fidget that Mrs. Watanabe had gotten him for when the quiet noise wasn’t enough for him to concentrate well.

“So, Kaminari-kun… how long have you been with the Watanabes?” Shouji asked when the four (five?) were taking a break for a moment so they would be able to study and actually retain the information.

“It’ll be about eight months in a few weeks. Not sure of the day exactly, but around then. A few weeks after that’ll be six months since the fourth time I tried to run away, since I didn’t really take them at face value. Probably should’ve, but the other homes I’ve been in…” Kaminari trailed off, one hand going to trace at the clusters of pale scars on the opposite arm that were quite clearly not self-inflicted.

The unspoken confession made those with the blond glad he could trust them with this, and upset at the ones who put the scars on him. The burn scars and other permanent marks littering his back and front were also reasons to feel protective over the electric blond, though his classmates never saw them due to Kaminari changing exclusively in the stalls. He always rationalised to himself that it was because his former foster-siblings were just playing, and that they didn’t mean to leave any lasting injuries or scars. But at the same time, Kaminari knew that they hadn’t been playing in the same way he knew his mother had never loved his father. But it was easier to pretend that all the injuries, all the cuts and bruises and scrapes and burns, had been accidents and no one had meant to hurt him. It was easier, because it made the memories of past fosterhomes hurt less when he was reminded of the way things used to be for him, before the Watanabes proved that his Quirk didn’t make all the pain he’d been put through by the previous homes okay.

“Kaminari-kun, I do hope that you’re getting therapy to help find ways to cope with the ways people have wronged you in the past, as it would not do well to contain those negative feelings without an outlet.” Tokoyami said, and Kaminari smiled at the care the bird-headed boy was showing.

“I am, promise. My most recent therapist even helped me find something that I can use instead of just dissociating like I used to.” Kaminari smiled, and turned back to the textbook he was reading.

He missed the alarmed and concerned looks that the other three gave each other upon hearing he had dissociated to cope with things before his therapist found him something new to use that didn’t have such a negative result.

“I’m sorry, you did what to cope?” Shouji asked, and Kaminari shrugged as he looked up from the book to the three (four?) he was sitting with.

“Dissociate. Course, I didn’t know it had a name till I told Dr. Sekigai that I didn’t experience the feeling anymore after he helped me find a positive coping mechanism.” The blond gave a smile, clearly not understanding that something was wrong with that.

About half an hour after Kaminari was done studying with the other three (four?) who made up the youngest class 1-A members, he was reading a book by one of the trees by the main campus building. It had been a gift from Mr. and Mrs. Watanabe that he’d gotten after managing to spend three months there without attempting to run away. The book itself didn’t look like anything special, with a brown cover that had orange accents. But it was the story held within, and the meaning behind the gift from the Watanabes that made Kaminari love the book. They’d actually spent time learning his interests and likes and dislikes, and this book was one of the things that proved that the Watanabes weren’t anything like his previous homes.

Kaminari turned the page in A Farewell To Arms, the well-loved book’s pages turning easily beneath his fingers. A shadow paused in front of him, and the blond looked up from his book curiously. Monoma stood before him, the taller blond wearing a simple pastel blue jumper and a pair of grey leggings. Monoma gave a soft smile after seeing he’d gotten Kaminari’s attention, and gestured in a silent question.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” Kaminari smiled back, and Monoma sat beside him.

“That looks like an interesting book you’re reading. Could you tell me about it?” Monoma asked, and Kaminari lit up a little.

The gold-eyed blond immediately began telling Monoma about the storyline, time period, characterization, and his favourite parts within the book, gesturing to emphasise what he was saying. The only other people who had asked Kaminari about the books he read were the Watanabes, and Midoriya that one time the green-haired teen had wanted a few recommendations. Kaminari rarely got chances to gush about his stories, and Monoma had just made his entire month by doing so.

Monoma asked questions to clarify what Kaminari was saying and actually listened to the words leaving the younger blond’s mouth rather than letting the words go in one ear and out the other like so many other people did.

“I’ll have to get my own copy to read sometime, then. It sounds like quite the story, and I’d hate to miss out.” Monoma remarked when Kaminari was done, and earned himself a thousand-watt smile.

“You- you could borrow mine? I’m almost done with it, and I basically have it memorised now with how many times I’ve read it anyways.” Kaminari offered, and Monoma gave him a half-smile.

“No, I think I’d like to get my own copy. That way we could read together sometime, if you want.” The 1-B blond said, and Kaminari surprised both of them by deciding to give Monoma a hug.

“You’d really get your own copy just so we can read together? Where did this come from, Monoma-kun?” Kaminari asked, smiling brightly and making Monoma realise that he was far too gay to function with a pretty boy so close.

“Maybe I just like spending time with intellectual peers.” Monoma said airily, cheeks tinting pink with how close Kaminari’s face was to his own.

Chapter 11: Stories For The Baby (Sero & Shinsou, Sero & Shinsou & Kirishima)

Kaminari was very much not close to slipping into his headspace, no sir not at all. He was big and he wasn’t gonna be little even with Sero and Shinsou both giving him those Looks from where they were sitting with their own things they were doing. The three were in Kaminari’s room, Sero reading a manga, while Shinsou worked on an essay for Midnight’s class and Kaminari read a book. The three had been hanging out for about an hour and a half now, and Sero and Shinsou had begun throwing those Looks towards Denki maybe ten minutes ago, when he made a noise at something he read in his book.

The book had no pictures, and the words were small, but Denki promised he was big and could read it without any problems. He wasn’t little at all, he promised he wasn’t little. Denki squinted at the page, trying to make sense of the words written on the white paper with a frown. He gave up, and let loose a quiet noise.

With how quiet the room was, both Hanta and Hitoshi heard him, and the two looked up from what they were doing.

“Something wrong?” Hanta asked, slipping a bookmark into his manga to mark his place.

“Iss got no pig-sures an’ lotsa tiny tiny words. Wanna pig-sure book.” Denki whined, and Hitoshi set their pencil down before moving so they were in front of Denki and taking the book from the blond.

“You want a picture book, little bee? Do you have any in here we can get for you?” Hitoshi asked as they placed Kimeko in the electric little’s arms in place of the pictureless book.

Denki elected to shove his face in Kimeko’s fur and rub his cheek against the soft feeling instead of answering.

“Little bee, do you have any picture books in here?” Hitoshi asked again, and Denki blinked up at them.

“De gots pig-sure books.” The boy nodded, gold eyes bright with all the innocence of a child.

“Can you tell us where they are, baby sparks?” Hanta asked, and Denki blinked as he processed the words.

“Day in m’ cause-it. Na-na an’ Tocchi weed soar-y fo’ De?” Denki asked, holding Kimeko close and looking up at his two caregivers with big gold eyes.

“Of course we will, sweetheart. We just have to get one of the stories out first before we can read it. Do you want one of your pacis or teethers while we read to you?” Hitoshi asked, and Denki gave a nod with a barely-there yawn.

He’d been awake since five that morning, and it was nearing one now. Awake for an entire seven hours, nearing eight. He was definitely entitled to getting a nap, and he would be getting one whether he wanted one or he’d have to be tricked into taking one by either of his caregivers.

“De wan’ baci b’ease.” The little mumbled, leaning his head against his soft pegasus toy.

It took maybe five to ten minutes at most, but to Denki it felt like an eternity before one of his pacis were pressed against his mouth and he was being asked what story he wanted read to him. He had the option of Sleeping Beauty, The Princess And The Pea, or even Cinderella, which was Denki’s favouritest story ever.

“Cindy, Cindy, wan’ Cindy.” Denki giggled, beaming up at his caregivers around his pretty pink paci.

“Alright, Cinderella it is. You need help getting up on your bed, little one?” Hitoshi chuckled, and Denki hummed.

“De no’ seeby. Don’ wan’ nab.” The little said, yawning directly after.

“You sure about that, pichu?” Hanta chuckled.

There was a knock on the door then, and Denki rested his head on Kimeko’s side with a hum. Hitoshi went to answer it, and Hanta held the story that was gonna get read to Denki in his super big hand.

“Who is it?” Hitoshi asked, and Denki perked up a little at the idea of meeting someone new while he was little and definitely not sleepy at all like his caregivers thought he was.

“Shinsou-kun?” The person on the other end, someone who was familiar to Denki, questioned.

“Nice try, I’m Shinsou.” Hitoshi gave a soft laugh, and Denki smiled behind his paci.

His pretty purple caregiver opened the door a bit, and talked to whoever was on the other side for a moment. Denki didn’t know what they talked about, his attention was on Hanta who was making funny shapes with his hands. The regressed blond was suitably entertained, gold eyes on the movements of Hanta’s hands and not even realising when the door was shut until Hitoshi said something.

“Sparky, you good there?” Hitoshi asked, and Denki blinked.

“Hi, Tocchi.” The boy greeted brightly, beaming behind his paci at them.

“Hi there. Do you think you can get a bit big for a moment?” Hitoshi asked, and Denki blinked.

“Don’ wanna.” He pouted, pulling Kimeko closer and giving a suck to his paci.

“You heard the baby.” Hanta said with a pretty smile.

“Stubborn.” The new person with Hitoshi, who had red spiky hair and pretty red eyes, said with a smile.

He clearly meant it in a playful way. But Denki was regressed to just a little over three years old, he was in need of a nap, and he couldn’t tell that it wasn’t meant in a serious way.

The little’s bottom lip wobbled a little and his eyes welled up, and it took just a moment for his tears to begin to fall. Immediately, the new red person went to reassure him that it was okay.

“Ssh, ssh, you’re okay. You’re good, you’re not stubborn at all. Promise, little one, you’re good.” The red person reassured, and Denki sniffled as he tried to stop crying.

“D- D- De no’ bad?” The little sniffled.

“No, you’re not bad. Not even the teeny tiniest bit bad, promise.” Hanta began running his fingers through Denki’s hair, and the electric blond curled into the touch as his tears slowly stopped.

“Do you still want your story, little bee?” Hitoshi asked softly, and Denki sniffled.

“Cindy.” The little nodded, holding Kimeko close and trying his best to keep his eyes open.

Crying had just made him need a nap even more, even though Denki promised he didn’t need one at all. He could stay up for so much more longer, he could!

Not even halfway through his caregivers and the new red person reading Cinderella to him, Denki was conked out with his mouth partially open behind his paci and drool on Kimeko’s fur and his face.

Chapter 12: Time For Gay Panik™

Kaminari had finally found some time to be alone and read one of his many sophisticated English literature books by authors he had grown to cherish the works of. He’d finished A Farewell To Arms, and had moved on to Pieces Of Sky, finding it all far too easy to connect the villainous John to his father. Thankfully, John didn’t feature at all until towards the end of the book, and Kaminari didn’t feel too upset about the protagonist’s situation and how she seemed to be far too afraid to be someone as unbelievably brave as she was. Choosing to leave behind everything she knew and loved, journeying across an entire ocean and then some to escape her sister’s husband just to keep him from turning something she loved into nothing but a moneymaker, and somehow managing to fall in love despite thinking she was irreparably broken from what her brother-in-law did to her? Kaminari admired Jessica Thornton much more than he was willing to admit. He could only ever possibly hope to claim to be even half as brave as her for what she did.

“That’s a new story, isn’t it?” A voice asked, and Kaminari looked up to see Monoma there with a book in his own hands.

“Mm hm, it’s called Pieces Of Sky, and it’s got a female protagonist instead of male.” Kaminari replied, smiling up at the 1-B blond.

Monoma paused a moment at the English, then shrugged it off. “Mind if I sit with you? I finally found enough free time to get that book you were reading last time, and I’d love to be able to talk to you about it as I read.”

Kaminari visibly lit up at that, harmless static electricity making his hair frizz up a little and messing with the way his clothes sat against his pale skin. “Yeah, dude! You’re totally welcome to read with me any time.”

Monoma smiled then, relieved for some reason, and sat beside Kaminari on the grass before opening his book. He’d gotten about a tenth to an eighth of the way through the book, and even looked to be nearly half as interested in it as Kaminari had been when he’d first read the book himself. Kaminari returned to reading Pieces Of Sky, and gave a bittersweet smile as he read about Elena helping Jessica, knowing what was going to happen to the Latina girl later in the story. This was his fifth time reading it, and Kaminari never failed to get emotional over how cruel Kaki Warner was to the characters she created for the stories she wrote to be enjoyed.

“Frederic just- he just stole his best friend’s love interest! How dare he!” Monoma said, and Kaminari looked up from his own book to see the eccentric blond glaring at the book like it personally insulted his mother.

“Catherine’s the one who could’ve refused him and decided that Rinaldi was who she wanted instead.” Kaminari pointed out, and Monoma pouted at the clear facts.

“Frederic still needs to get slapped. He knew that Rinaldi was in love with Catherine, he should’ve found a different woman to pursue instead of robbing his friend.” Monoma complained, but it was clearly only in jest.

“And? If you want a different storyline than the one you’re reading, just write a fanfiction of it.” Kaminari said, rolling his eyes playfully as Monoma gave a scandalised gasp.

“How dare you? You really think I’d write fanfiction of this? This- this utter disaster of a love story?” Monoma gave his best faked offended expression, and Kaminari found it far too funny.

The 1-A blond began giggling a little, and it only grew when Monoma joined him. If anyone were to walk by the two at that moment, all they would see were two blonds laughing together in the grass for seeminly absolutely no reason whatsoever, and that somehow only made it funnier.

When they were done laughing, the two went back to reading their respective books in comfortable quiet.

“Oh my god. Why are you so fucking pretty, you’re distracting me from my book.” Monoma muttered under his breath, and Kaminari looked up from his book just as the other blond’s periwinkle eyes returned from almost gazing at Kaminari back to A Farewell To Arms, and Kaminari decided not to mention that he’d heard him.

About twenty minutes later, Kaminari was in the 1-A common room when he had a major, life-changing realisation. It happened when he was in the middle of playing a game with Kirishima on the TV, and he dropped his controller when he had it.

“Dude? You okay? You look like you just found the secret to life.” Ojiro said, and Kaminari put his face in his hands.

“I just realised I’m gay for him.” Kaminari complained behind his hands, not daring to elaborate on who this ‘him’ was around his entire class.

“Good for you?” Todoroki said unsurely, and Midoriya gave the heterochromic teen a pat on the shoulder.

“You sound like you’re conflicted about being gay for this guy.” Kirishima paused the game and put his own controller down.

“He’s a jackass, got an ego the size of Yuuei, eccentric, and more sarcastic than anyone has any right to be. But he called me smart, he listened to me ramble, we ended up cuddling by accident once, and- and he called me pretty when we were reading by my tree.” Kaminari didn’t bring his face out of his hands.

“Do we get any hints as to what this mystery guy looks like?” Ashido sounded far too invested for Kaminari’s comfort.

“No, because if I tell you guys anything about what he looks like at all, then Kacchan’s gonna give him a shovel talk and then he’ll know that I like him.” Kaminari whined, and felt the cushion to his right sink a little.

“You say that like we’ll know who it is.” Sero sounded far too gleeful, and Kaminari quickly raised his head to stare at his friend with wide, fearful eyes.

“Sero-kun, no! Please, have mercy. I’m a baby gay.” Kaminari tried to plead his case.

Chapter 13: Family Matters (Monoma, Monoma & Shinsou)

"Dede, when can we see you in person again?" Ammeonna asked, and Kaminari switched which ear his phone was pressed against.

"It'll be this weekend at the earliest, Amme, you can wait just a bit longer. How are you and the others settling in with the Watanabes so far?" Kaminari asked as he entered 1-A's kitchen to get a snack.

"You didn't tell us that Mrs. Watanabe has a girlfriend , or that Mr. Watanabe has a boyfriend while they're married to each other, Dede! Are- are they gonna divorce?" Ammeonna sounded upset, and Denki sighed breathlessly.

"No, they aren't. Both the Watanabes are bi and poly. They discussed their relationship to make sure it was okay with each other before they started dating their other partners. Mrs. Watanabe's girlfriend is married to Mr. Watanabe's boyfriend, anyways. The reason the four of them aren't all dating is because Mrs. Watanabe isn't attracted to Mr. Watanabe's boyfriend, and Mr. Watanabe isn't attracted to Mrs. Watanabe's girlfriend. Does that make sense to you?" Kaminari tried to explain it simply, and his younger sister was silent.

"Girls are allowed to like other girls?" She said after a moment of contemplation.

"Yeah, girls are allowed to like other girls. And boys are allowed to like other boys. And you're allowed to like both. You don't have to pretend to like boys if you don't, Amme. And you're allowed to like more than one person at a time." Kaminari assured her, and finally found the watermelon juice in the fridge he was looking for.

"So if I liked a girl, it's - it's okay for me?" Ammeonna sounded hopeful, like Shizuka had said it was wrong for her to like girls the way boys did.

"Of course it's okay if you like a girl. You're the only one who gets to decide who you like, sis, no one is allowed to do that for you." Kaminari reassured, and his younger sister thanked him before hanging up.

"Holy fuck, that was just- I want a wholesome sibling dynamic like you have." Kirishima grinned at the blond, and Kaminari jumped in surprise at the unexpected voice.

"WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM?" Kaminari questioned, eyes wide and looking for all the world like a startled kitten from how his Quirk had made his hair frizz up.

There was the sound of rapid foosteps, and then Sero and Ashido came into sight. The dark-haired teen took one look at Kaminari, and then he seemed to decide that the best course of action was to begin looming menacingly behind Kirishima in repayment for what the redhead had done.

About half an hour later, Kaminari was reading Pieces Of Sky outside when his phone buzzed with a number he could never forget but couldn’t bring himself to block like he needed to for his mental health. His mother was calling, and it made Kaminari’s Quirk buzz under his skin in agitation at the woman who had decided she didn’t even want her own child having the audacity to call him like nothing had happened at all.

Kaminari’s breathing picked up, his book fell out of his hands, he started shaking as that damning number showed itself on his phone screen like it was just any other number, like she hadn’t ruined his life before he even started primary school. He couldn’t breathe right, Shizuka was trying to call him, he needed to breathe but she was trying to contact him, he didn’t wanna talk to her, why was he shaking so hard, it's not like he had any actual reason to be scared of someone he hadn't seen since he was five, he really had to get ahold of himse-

“Kaminari-kun? Kaminari-kun, are you okay? What’s wrong?” Someone was in front of him now, but Kaminari couldn’t see through his blurry vision who it was beyond light hair and someone reaching out to touch him but touch was bad Mama was here and she was mad and Denki was bad again wasn’t he but Denki swears he didn’t mean to be bad he didn’t Mama promise Denki try to be good he wanna be good Mama don’t lock him back in the closet please it’s scary Mama please Denki don't wanna go it's scary Mama please-

“Hey, hey, can you listen to me? Can you count with me, Kaminari-kun? Can you do that for me?” The light-haired person said, but Denki was scared he didn’t wanna count with them Mama was mad and Denki was bad again and he didn’t wanna go back in the closet please it was dark and scary and Denki didn’t like it but Mama put him in there when he was naughty now that Papa was gone and Denki didn’t wanna go in the closet please don’t touch him Mama it hurts-

Denki’s hand was pressed against a nice feeling shirt, and Mama didn’t let Denki touch what she was wearing if she was mad at him so it wasn’t Mama, which meant the touch couldn’t hurt him. But still, Denki was too scared Mama was gonna come and touch him and her Quirk made her touch burn him and he didn’t wanna burn. Before Papa got taken away by Denki's most favouritest hero, Mama always wore gloves so she wouldn’t hurt him but after Papa was gone she didn’t wear the gloves anymore and Mama’s touch burned but no one believed Denki ‘cause it didn’t leave any scars but it hurt so bad and it was almost as bad as Papa's touch and he didn’t want Mama to hurt him please Mama don't hurt Denki he don't mean to be bad, promise Mama Denki not meant to be bad. Mama burned Denki with her touch but since the burns never stayed for longer than a few hours no one believed Denki when he said that Mama made him hurt and that it felt almost as bad as how Papa used to hurt him.

“Breathe with me, chéri. Just breathe with me, alright?” The light-haired person said, holding Denki’s hand to their chest as they took exaggerated breaths, making their chest move a whole bunch.

Denki slowly calmed down with the light-haired person’s help, and when he could see good again he saw it was the pretty blond boy from when he took a nap by accident. He was so nice to Denki, he didn’t even get mad at him like Mama or Papa would if Denki started having trouble breathing and his vision got all funky like it would whenever Mama or Papa yelled or Papa hit Mama or Denki or any of his younger siblings.

“Are you okay now, petit ami?” The pretty blond boy asked, and Denki sniffled a little and blinked up at him.

“De wan’ nice touch.” The little mumbled, moving a bit closer to where the pretty blond boy still held Denki’s hand to his chest in search of the nice touch the pretty blond boy had given him before when Denki had seen him for the first time while little.

“You want nice touch, petite étincelle ?” The pretty blond boy smiled then, and pulled Denki into a loose hug that smelled so different from Mama or Papa that Denki decided he liked it immediately.

Denki curled into the pretty blond boy’s nice touch, the not-Mama not-Papa smell helping him relax into the comfort. It didn’t hurt, Denki liked it a whole lot more than Mama’s touch that made him burn. He liked it so much more than Papa's touch that made his brain all fuzzy and made it hurt to think and made his skin feel all tingly in a really really super bad way. The pretty blond boy smelled kind of like Auntie did, and he was giving Denki nice touch like Auntie would, and it helped Denki feel a whole bunch better already.

“No burn, De wike.” Denki mumbled into the pretty blond boy’s pretty orange shirt, and the pretty blond boy pulled him a bit closer to give him more of the nice touch.

“Do you wanna come with me to my room? We can curl up on my bed and watch silly videos together, petite étincelle.” The pretty blond boy offered softly, and Denki gave a smile and a hum as his response.

“De wan’ wahj wiv Meko an’ bwitty boy.” Denki agreed, and earned a questioning hum from the pretty blond boy.

“Can you tell me who Meko is, luciole ?” The pretty blond boy asked softly, and Denki started moving a hand towards his mouth to suck on his fingers.

Hanta and Hitoshi weren’t there to stop him, and he didn’t have a paci or teether to put in his mouth instead. The pretty blond boy intercepted, and Denki pouted as his hand was kept away from his mouth. It wasn’t fair, Denki wanted something to suck on and he didn’t have any of his pacis or teethers.

“Na-na an’ Tocchi knows where Meko is.” Denki said in response, curling into the nice-nice-nice touch he was getting from the pretty blond boy that didn't hurt Denki at all unlike Mama or Papa's touches did.

The pretty blond boy pulled out his phone then, and Denki was disappointed when it wasn’t handed to him to play games on. He wanted to play something, or get cuddles. Denki couldn’t decide which he wanted more, though. The pretty blond boy was still kind of holding him, and it felt super nice to have that simple touch that didn't hurt Denki at all.

[Bondage Gear]

Hey, I’ve got a cuddly blond
that wants his “meko”
He says you know where it is

Denki’s little right now?
Did something happen?
Usually he’s so good
about letting me or Sero know
Is he okay?
I’ll grab Kimeko and be
on my way asap

Wait, so he calls Sero “nana”
when he’s little?
Like, “grandma” nana?

Not “nana”
"Na-Na”
Like Hanta, but just
the last part minus the T

So he’s not into gossip?
[delivered]

“Petite tempête, Tocchi is gonna be here soon with your kimeko, okay? Are you okay with waiting a little bit for it?” Monoma asked, and Denki gave a slow blink and an almost tired nod.

 

It took about fifteen minutes, but Denki was soon in the pretty blond boy’s room with Hitoshi and him. He had Kimeko in his arms, and he was gladly sucking on his pretty blue paci and watching something on the pretty blond boy’s tablet that looked funny.

“Mono-kun, you’re holding the baby like you’re prepared to fight the world to protect him.” Hitoshi said, and Denki giggled as someone on the screen blew up a pie.

“... He said that my touch didn’t burn, Shin-kun. And before I got him calmed down, he was having a panic attack. From what I could understand, someone trying to contact him had been the trigger for it. He kept mumbling that he was sorry, and that he didn’t want to go back in the closet because it was dark and scary. He kept begging someone not to touch him because they were hurting him, they were burning him with their touch. He kept crying that he didn’t ‘mean to be bad’ and kept begging his mother and father to stop hurting him.” The pretty blond boy said to Hitoshi, and Denki rubbed his face against Kimeko’s soft fur.

“What exactly are you saying, Mono-kun?” Hitoshi said, and Denki curled into Neito’s warm arms and nice smell a little bit more with a quiet yawn behind his paci.

“I’m saying that Denki-tan's mother and father used their Quirks to hurt him without leaving any marks, and that either his mother or father locked him in closets for nothing more than being upset with him.” Neito sounded kind of angry, and Denki let loose a small whimper at the mean-sounding tone.

“Ssh, ssh. Ma petite tempête, I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s alright. I won’t hurt you, amour, I promise.” Neito spoke softly, running the fingers of one hand through Denki’s hair to calm the regressed blond and assure him.

Notes:

I used Google Translate for the French, here are what the translations are supposed to be

chéri → darling
petit ami → little one
petite étincelle → little spark
luciole → firefly
Petite tempête → little storm
Amour → sweetheart

Chapter 14: Why He So Little? (Monoma)

Kaminari was trying to focus on reading Pieces Of Sky while sitting with his back against his usual tree, nearly done with the story and absentmindedly snacking on some cherries he’d brought out with him. Keyword there being ‘trying’. His phone was sitting next to him, screen up so he could see if he got any notifications. There was one single notification that Kaminari wouldn’t respond to, though. Just that one notification specifically. His mother.

His mother had been trying to reach him the last few days, and Kaminari never failed to let it go to voicemail rather than answer her and speak to the woman who abandoned him yet kept his siblings. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t okay, it wasn’t anything Kaminari could bring himself to forgive her for.

“Kaminari-kun, are you feeling alright? You haven’t turned the page in at least five minutes, and it takes you just about two minutes to read a full page at most.” Monoma, who was sitting to Kaminari’s left, asked.

The small bowl of cherries was between them so that Monoma could snack on them too if the other blond so desired.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Kaminari sent a smile, and hoped it looked more genuine than it was.

Monoma bookmarked his page in his own book and closed it, angling his body to give Kaminari more of his attention. So the electric blond’s smile hadn’t looked as genuine as he’d tried to get it. Dangit, Kaminari hadn’t wanted to worry his- reading buddy(?)- friend(?)- tentative caregiver(?)- cru(nope nope nopety nope)- whatever Monoma was to him.

Monoma had brought him out of a panic attack because of her, it was only fair that Kaminari tell the provocative blond why he was feeling a bit uneasy lately. That was what friends did, they relied on each other and told each other what was bothering them even if only to vent about it.

“… My mother keeps calling. And I know that it’s stupid and annoying and obnoxious and that I should just-” Kaminari started to say, but was cut off when Monoma put a hand on his mouth.

“I’m going to stop you right there. Being upset because someone who wronged you is trying to contact you, is absolutely not stupid or annoying or obnoxious, or anything of the sort. She wronged you badly enough that you had a panic attack and regressed to hide from whatever you see that woman as. You’re perfectly within your rights to react negatively to someone if they don’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated, with kindness and respect. I’m going to remove my hand now, and you’re going to agree with the points I made. Okay?” Monoma said, and Kaminari blinked at him. “You understand that, okay? ”

Realising what Monoma was waiting for, Kaminari nodded. The blue-eyed teen took his hand away, and Kaminari looked at him with surprise in his bright golden eyes.

“You- why are you so nice to me all the time? I can’t find any argument to counter your points.” Kaminari said after a moment, and Monoma gave a smug smile.

“That’s because my argument is perfectly valid and the truth, for one.” Monoma said, patting Kaminari’s head and messing up his hair a little.

The touch was kind and Kaminari found himself leaning into it like he always did with touch that didn’t hurt. It didn’t help any that Monoma was touch-starved with touch as his love language too, but Kaminari wasn’t complaining any. They were the same, yet so clearly different that anyone looking at them could tell.

Monoma was an only child (though he claimed he had a sister but she ran away), and his parents were distant at best. Kaminari was the oldest of six, and his father was in prison and his mother had given him to the system. Monoma needed physical contact for his Quirk to function, so people didn’t like letting him close enough to touch. Kaminari let off static shocks when he wasn’t keeping his Quirk reigned in, and people had only liked touching him to cause harm before the Watanabes took him in. The two blonds were like mirrored images of each other with certain angles distorted.

“I can’t believe that you’re so perfectly okay with touching me, when I keep giving off shocks and everyone else finds it annoying.” Kaminari mumbled, and Monoma pinched his arm lightly.

“Stop that. It’s just a part of your Quirk, and I barely even notice it even when I’m doing my best to pay attention to it. Stop talking like you can’t understand someone finding nothing wrong with you, it's making me want to find everyone who made fun of you and fight them.” Monoma reprimanded lightly, and Kaminari let a smile show as he moved a bit closer to him.

Kaminari’s phone screen lit up then, and the gold-eyed and blue-eyed blonds both looked down to see what it was. Kaminari paled slightly and his breath turned shaky as that damned number showed itself, his phone ringing as his mother called. It rang, and rang, and rang and Kaminari couldn’t bring himself to answer it.

“Is that her now, Kaminari-kun?” Monoma asked, and Denki nodded as he tried his best to not start breathing funky.

 

Neito picked up Denki’s phone, and slid the button on screen to the decline option before unlocking Denki’s phone and doing something that Denki couldn’t see.

“Wha’ ya doin’?” Denki asked curiously, and saw that there were cherries in a little white bowl between Neito and him.

The now regressed blond grabbed some cherries and put them in his mouth, making sure to spit the seeds out onto the large napkin next to the bowl that already had some seeds on it.

“I’m blocking her number so she can’t call you anymore.” Neito explained, then paused for a moment. “Are you little right now?”

“Uh huh. Go wittle an’ bad feel go way.” Denki smiled, teeth tinted red from the cherries.

“Can you tell me how old you are, chérie ?” Neito asked, and Denki hummed.

He played with his fingers a little while he tried to figure out the answer, and Denki giggled when he found it.

“ ‘M two.” Denki said happily, holding three fingers up proudly.

Neito smiled at him then, and seemed amused by something Denki didn’t know. Neito pulled Denki a bit closer, letting the electric blond little lean against him, and he began running his fingers through Denki’s hair with a smile.

“You’re adorable, you know that?” Neito sounded happy, and Denki leaned into the nice touch he was getting, content.

Notes:

What the French word used is supposed to mean

Chérie → sweets

Chapter 15: Upgrades And Loose Lips

It was a great Monday morning, in Kaminari’s very humble opinion. He’d woken up with his first alarm, managed to get his tie put on correctly on the second try instead of fourth or fifth, he’d gotten greeted by Sero with a hand on his shoulder, Shinsou had wrapped an arm loosely around him in lieu of a verbal morning greeting, Kirishima had pulled him into a hug when saying good morning, Ashido had surprised him with a hug-tackle when she saw him, and Bakugou had even messed with his hair to greet him. All in all, it left Kaminari with the feeling that it was gonna be a good day. Days where he got physical affection before actually having to use his brain to solve problems he was given by teachers always ended up being easier than others, and it was easier to actually be present in his body instead of just existing and going through the motions because he couldn’t focus enough to do much else.

When All Might did his usual too-loud burst in, Kaminari didn’t feel as strong of an urge to cover his ears from how sudden the loud noise was or be forced to ignore the need to close his eyes to avoid looking at the too-bright-loud-harsh colours of All Might's costume. When they were told to change into their hero costumes, the change in texture of his clothing was much better on him than his first costume had been. He'd have to thank Hatsume for changing it when he'd mentioned his sensitivity issues to her, and she'd immediately had him feel the textures of different approved materials to fix the problem as quickly as possible.

And! And! And he'd even gotten his new, Quirk-resistant neck protector in his costume case! It looked like a regular old choker, but it was designed specifically to help prevent him from injuring his neck and throat in the event anyone targeted that or he had an unlucky fall. Hatsume had even been able to make it have a texture that didn’t feel wrong against his skin, since she herself had a few sensory issues and knew how even a vaguely bad-feeling texture could ruin someone’s entire day. Honestly, the girl was an amazing person and Kaminari was happy that he could count her as a friend. Her eccentricities matched quite well with his difficulty of paying attention, since she crammed as much information in as little wording as possible. Hatsume had even made his visor light-reactive so that his eyes wouldn't hurt on sunny days too. The girl was an absolute god-send, and Kaminari had already decided he'd continue working with her for any of his costume or Support item needs. She actually understood why he needed to have a soft material that was smooth and able to stretch, and had immediately grabbed the approved materials that fit his description to see which ones were okay and which he absolutely could not have in his costume.

“New costume?” Ashido asked with a grin when she caught sight of the electric blond.

“Yep! Hatsume-chan’s a literal godsend and I’m going directly to her for any future upgrades. My visor’s light-reactive now, and it’s awesome to not have my eyes hurt so much.” Kaminari grinned back, and a few of his friends paused at his words with expressions the blond couldn’t read.

The exercise began with All Might talking in his booming voice, and Kaminari successfully suppressed the urge to flinch at how the noise threatened to cause the beginnings of a headache. His senses had always been just a bit too sharp for him because of how having so much ambient bioelectricity running through his body impacted him, and they only ever dulled enough when he was in short-circuited state. At least in that state, Kaminari didn’t have to try and force himself not to react to things people with normal not-amplified senses wouldn’t react to. And his new costume didn’t rub against any of his scars, or chafe at his skin, or stick to him, or anything that his old costume had done that had made his performance less than it could be.

“Is your new costume magic or something? I think that’s the best you’ve ever done in an exercise.” Jirou teased, her tone playful enough it was clearly meant in jest.

“Nah, I can just focus on the exercise instead of how wrong my costume feels. I swear that if anyone changes it back to what it was before, I will cry. The new material doesn’t rub or chafe or stick, or anything that my old costume did that made it uncomfortable and hard to pay attention to much else.” Kaminari admitted with a sheepish smile, closing his eyes and rubbing the back of his neck.

He missed the looks his classmates were exchanging at the new information. With all they were piecing together from the random anecdotes the blond let out, there was a very unsavoury picture being painted of what his life had been like before the Watanabes had started fostering him. Todoroki had had to be stopped on six different occasions from using his family connections to find out who Kaminari’s old foster families were to make them pay for what they did to the bubbly blond, Iida had had to convince Yaoyorozu not to track his mother down to give her a right good smack for the way she treated Kaminari, and quite a few others had had to have interventions so they wouldn’t get in trouble with the law. Add in what Kouda, Tokoyami, and Shouji had confided and you had several teenagers being trained in combat who were far too ready to beat civilians to be called heroic.

Sero had even confessed to seeing a few scars on Kaminari’s arms and lower legs when the two were hanging out. Given that Kaminari tended to wear whatever felt comfortable when not in uniform or his costume, no innuendos or dirty jokes had been made about Sero seeing that much of the blond even though it was a bit out of the ordinary for him to show his arms or even part of his legs. The two were far more like brothers than anything else, with how Sero seemed to be just a bit more protective over Kaminari than his other friends.

“That’s great, Kami-kun. I’m glad you got that issue fixed. I’m gonna assume Hatsume-san did it since you were singing her praises earlier?” Sero smiled, and put a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder.

The blond visibly leaned into the touch, seeming to not even realise.

“Yep. She had me touch different approved materials to see what she could use and what I absolutely can’t have. I honestly think they should do that for everyone, really. Get something that looks good and feels good to whoever’s wearing it.” Kaminari beamed, and a few more looks were exchanged between 1-A where Kaminari couldn’t see.

Texture issues, to the point Kaminari couldn’t focus as well if they were wrong? The way he’d badly suppressed a want or need to cover his ears when All Might burst into the classroom? Mentioning that his new visor helped make sure his eyes didn’t hurt as much as they did before Hatsume changed his costume? All coming together sounded like enhanced senses paired with sensory issues, which didn’t make sense. Kaminari’s Quirk was electrification, not sense enhancement.

Chapter 16: Planning Baby's First Playdate (Sero & Shinsou)

Kaminari was working on an assignment in his room when Shinsou opened the door and walked in, Sero following immediately behind and shutting the door behind the two. Seeing as this had become a common occurence after the two found out about Kaminari’s regression and had assigned themselves the roles of his primary caregivers, the blond didn’t bat an eye at the unexpected intrusion.

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” The blond greeted his friends, looking up from his paper and setting his pencil down.

It was a limited edition Ryukyu mechanical pencil, and the eraser on it plus the additional erasers it came with were in the shape of miniature dragons. It came with multiple graphite colours too, and Kaminari was really happy that he was given the rather thoughtful gift from one of his friends. Bakugou had played it off as getting a set of different hero-themed pencils, but Kaminari knew that this specific one came in a pack with no other heroes. He hadn’t had enough money to get it himself, and it was no secret among his classmates that Ryukyu was his favourite hero. Tsuyu had even gotten the hero’s autograph as a surprise for Kaminari when she and Uraraka did their work-study with her. It was framed on one of Kaminari’s shelves, next to a few figurines he’d been able to afford with the allowance the Watanabes gave him. It would feel like cheating if he asked his aunt for some merch of her, and Kaminari didn't want to take advantage of the fact his favourite Hero just so happened to also be his aunt.

“We have a question for you. You don’t have to answer it immediately, and it’s okay if you say no.” Shinsou started, and the electric blond’s interest was peaked.

“Oh? What’s the question?” He asked, turning in his comfy spinny chair to face the two fully.

“How would you feel about meeting another little?” Sero decided to ask, and Kaminari blinked a few times as he processed his friend’s words, tears beginning to well up in his eyes as his brain went to the worst possible conclusion.

Sero and Shinsou knew another little. Kaminari’s caregivers who took care of him and made sure he was safe while he was in his headspace knew a little that wasn’t him. They were gonna leave him for this other little he didn’t know. Kaminari would be regressing completely alone without a single caregiver again, but the first and only time he’d done that it had been scary and he’d regressed negatively and he didn’t wanna be alone please Denki didn’t wanna be little all alone again he didn’t wanna do that a second time it was scary and he didn’t wanna lose his caregivers please don’t leave him please he didn’t wanna be all alone Denki could be good he promised he could be good please don’t leave-

 

“Hey, hey. Kami, what’s wrong? Why’re you crying? Do you not want to?” Hitoshi was crouching in front of Denki, and they looked super worried but they were also gonna leave Denki and he didn’t wanna lose the nice touch they gave him.

“Y- y- you gon’ weave me an’ den De gon’ be all uh-whoa-n again an’ an-” Denki tried to explain through his super sad tears, and Hitoshi pulled him into their arms so they could hug him super close and run their fingers through his hair.

“Ssh, ssh. None of that, okay? Me and Hanta will not leave you, little bee. We would’ve gone about asking differently if we knew you felt this way, sweetheart.” Hitoshi said softly, never stopping the way their fingers were going through Denki’s hair so gently and comfortingly in the way they knew helped Denki feel better so much faster.

“Hito’s right, baby spark. We’re not gonna leave you. Do you want one of your pacis, bubs? I can grab Kimeko too if you wanna hold her while Hito cuddles with you.” Hanta asked, and Denki sniffled a little as he lifted his head from where he’d been burying his face in Hitoshi’s super soft shirt.

“B- boo-buhl baci? An- an’ Meko b’ease.” The little requested, his bottom lip quivering a little and gold eyes watery with the tears he hadn’t cried yet.

Hanta ruffled Denki’s hair gently, before going to where his little stuff was kept. The ravenet caregiver grabbed Denki’s purple paci as requested, and grabbed Kimeko off the blond’s bed on his way back to where Denki was still being held by Hitoshi while he calmed down. Denki hadn’t hurtled so fast into his headspace before, and the electric little hadn’t been so close to a meltdown before either. He accepted the paci when Hanta pressed it to his mouth, sucking on it and relaxing a bit into his purple-haired caregiver’s arms more.

“Do you wanna watch something together, sweetie? It can be anything you want, as long as it’s not something that only big kids should watch.” Hanta offered as he pressed Kimeko into Denki’s arms.

The little blinked owlish gold eyes at Hanta, teartracks drying on his cheeks. He sucked on his paci some more, and seemed to have calmed down a bit from his impromptu cry fest. He still looked like he was one mean word away from bursting into tears again, but at least he wasn’t crying anymore. The two caregivers would take the small mercies where they could.

“Hanta, why don’t you lock the door? We wouldn’t want anyone to see little bee and say mean things. After that, we can curl up on the bed and watch something to help the little one get to positive regression.” Hitoshi suggested, and Denki sniffled quietly as if in an attempt at agreement.

Hanta went and locked the door, and Hitoshi carried Denki and Kimeko over to the bed. They set him down, then took a moment to wrap Denki’s purple butterfly blanket around him and Kimeko. The purple-eyed caregiver sat next to Denki, and the little leaned against the caregiver from within the soft blanket burrito. He still felt super icky and really sad, but his caregivers promised they weren’t leaving him and they were his caregivers so they weren’t allowed to lie to him. He just wanted them to make it all better, and Hanta had already helped a whole lot by getting one of Denki’s pacis and grabbing Kimeko and Hitoshi had held him and they’d ran their fingers through his hair.

“Alright. What do you wanna watch, pichu?” Hanta asked, moving and getting on the bed so Denki was right in between his two caregivers and getting a super whole lot of touch from them.

“M- Miwa?” Denki asked, reluctantly taking his paci out of his mouth so his caregivers could hear him clearly.

“Of course we can watch some Mira, sweetie. Do you want some juice to drink while we watch it, hm?” Hitoshi asked softly, and Denki turned owlish gold eyes to his purple caregiver.

“Juice?” The little blinked, sniffling a little as a few stray tears escaped his watery eyes.

Hitoshi gently used their thumbs to brush Denki’s few tears away, and pressed a kiss to the little’s nose with a smile. Denki let loose a shaky giggle at the easy affection, and Hanta relaxed on Denki’s other side as he brought the requested show up on Denki’s tablet. Mira, Royal Detective was easy enough to find. It was in Denki’s favourites list with his other preferred shows to watch while little: Avatar The Last Airbender, Code Lyoko, Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!, and a few others. There were some shows that used to be there that Hanta and Hitoshi had removed themselves because they weren’t appropriate for a little as small as Denki could be even at his biggest headspace age.

“Yea, little bee, juice. Do you want some to drink while we watch some Mira together?” Hitoshi asked gently, and Denki pouted a little as he thought about it.

“Abble, b’ease?” He asked after a moment with hopeful gold eyes, Kimeko held close with her mane ending up underneath the blond little’s chin.

“Of course I can get you some apple juice, baby boy. Do you want to choose which sippy you get it in, or do you want me to choose for you?” Hitoshi asked, and Denki hummed a little.

“Tocchi.” He decided, and curled into Hanta for nice touch when Hitoshi left the bed to get Denki apple juice in one of the electric boy’s many sippies.

 

It took nearly two fifteen-minute episodes of Mira before Denki was fully out of danger of crying again. He was happily watching the show now, the only evidence that he’d been upset earlier being the dry teartracks on his face.

“Hey, baby sparks. Can me and Hitoshi ask you something super duper important, little one?” Hanta asked when the second episode was over, and Denki looked up at his brown-eyed caregiver with curious gold eyes.

“Kessim fo’ De?” The little said around the nib of his mushroom-patterned sippy.

“Yep yep, a very special super duper important question. We tried to ask it earlier, but then you thought we were gonna do something else instead and that got you really really sad.” Hanta said, frowning super dramatically and making Denki giggle at how silly he looked like that.

Denki blinked owlishly after he figured out what his caregiver had said and tilted his head to the side, waiting for his caregivers to ask the question that they told him was really super duper important that had made him sad earlier. From what Hanta said, he’d thought they meant something completely different than what they did and it had made Denki really really sad. Which meant that it was probably gonna be something that Denki would like, since him getting what they meant wrong made him sad.

“How would you feel about having a playdate with another little, bee?” Hitoshi asked, and Denki opened his eyes super wide as his mouth fell open.

He’d get to meet another little, and he’d even get to have a playdate with them? Hanta and Hitoshi were good and amazing caregivers, they were offering to get Denki a playdate with another little and the blond hadn’t even realised how much he’d like to play with another little. He was gonna get a playdate, and that meant he’d have a new friend that he could play with his toys with and colour with and watch his favourite shows with and- and-!

“Uh huh! Uh huh uh huh uh huh!” Denki beamed, nodding happily and nearly bouncing where he sat on the bed.

Hanta and Hitoshi smiled at Denki’s reaction, and Hanta even started laughing a little.

“Alright, baby spark. We’ll talk with the other little’s caregivers, and then we’ll figure out when we can do the playdate. You’re really excited to play with another little, huh?” Hanta said fondly, and Denki giggled in response.

Chapter 17: Baby’s First Playdate (Sero & Shinsou, Sero & Shinsou & Tokage & Kendou)

Summary:

Kaminari gets to meet another little!
Also, you know how Kaminari calls himself "De" while little? His new friend introduces himself as "Fei-Long" and so Kaminari calls him "Fei"

Maybe in a future chapter Fei-Long will upgrade to "Fei-nii" :)

It took nearly two weeks of planning and making sure that Kaminari was absolutely certain he was ready to be around another little when he was still so new to the coping mechanism. The electric blond had been regressing for less than four months after all, and there was no telling how he’d react to another little while he was regressed himself. While it was true that little Kaminari had been excited when the idea was brought up, that was only having a playdate in theory and not in practice.

They decided to have Kaminari enter his headspace in the 1-B dorms, using Monoma’s room with the eccentric blond’s permission. Monoma himself was off-campus visiting his family, so there was no chance of little Kaminari latching onto him and babbling about any and everything instead of going to the actual playdate.

Sero had put together a bag of Kaminari’s regression things the blond was likely to get at least a little fussy without. Namely, the teen’s butterfly blanket, a few of his pacis, three of his teethers including his Hawks-themed teething necklace, and the only stuffed toy he had at the moment. He also included necessities that Kaminari might need if he ended up regressing small enough such as a few changes of the electric teen’s regression clothes, pull-ups, a few diapers (Kaminari hadn’t been quite that small yet but better safe than sorry), and a sippy cup and bottle. He’d also included some things for Kaminari to have fun on the playdate, such as stickers, his Cinderella picturebook, and a few odd bits and ends that the blond would probably figure out how to have fun with while at the playdate. Kimeko was obviously at the top of the bag so she’d be easy to get so Kaminari wouldn’t have to wait too long to hold her when he regressed.

“Are you ready to head over to the 1-B dorms, Kami-kun?” Shinsou asked softly as Sero hefted the bag of Kaminari’s things onto his shoulder.

Kaminari nodded, and the three left the 1-A dorms. Seeing as the three had grown into their own little triad within the Bakusquad, no one batted an eye at them leaving together or the bag that Sero was carrying. They arrived at 1-B’s dorms within ten minutes, and Yanagi lead them to Monoma’s room once she understood what 1-B’s eccentric blond had offered. There was no doubt in Kaminari’s mind that she had to be one of the mystery little’s caregivers, even though only Sero and Shinsou had spoken to the caregivers to arrange the playdate. Why else would she not bat an eye at hearing Kaminari was going to be little so they needed to get to Monoma’s room?

“Are you ready to get in your headspace, sparks?” Sero asked softly when the three were in Monoma’s room, and Kaminari smiled brightly.

“Yeah, I’m ready to be little.” The blond said, and happily stimmed a little when Shinsou grabbed his Ryukyu themed shirt from the bag along with some Wild Wild Pussycats pants.

They were made much softer than usual clothing, and had a more child-like appearance to the designs. Perfect for helping Kaminari get into littlespace so he could have fun with this other little he was going to meet. The two caregivers turned around so Kaminari could have full privacy while he changed, and turned around when the blond said he was done. The pull-up Kaminari had been handed as well was sitting atop the bed covers almost innocently, and Shinsou crossed their arms before giving Kaminari a vaguely disappointed Look that should get their point across.

 

“Bee. You were handed that for a reason.” They said, and Kaminari looked down at the ground while pouting.

He fiddled with the hem of his Ryukyu shirt and mumbled something that Sero and Shinsou didn’t hear. Shinsou took initiative and grabbed Kimeko from the bag, holding the stuffed pegasus out of Kaminari’s reach when the blond went to grab her from their hold.

“No. You don’t get her until you put it on. You were handed that pull-up for a reason which means you should wear it. You don’t want to have an accident while playing and have to change all of your clothes, do you?” Shinsou told as Sero grabbed Kaminari’s elephant-shaped teether from the boy’s bag.

Kaminari looked up with wide gold eyes, looking like he needed to be hugged or otherwise reassured or he’d absolutely start crying. He visibly relaxed again when Sero ran his fingers through the blond’s hair and then moved his hand to rest lightly on his shoulder.

“Baby sparks, please? You can have Kimeko as soon as you get the pull-up on. Do you need help with it, pichu?” Sero asked, oh-so-gentle and oh-so-caring as he spoke to the blond little.

“Did- didn’t need it ‘fore.” Kaminari said with a slightly wobbly bottom lip, nearing a point where he might start crying.

“But those times, we could focus on you and just you. And you always got to the potty in time, right?” Sero reminded lightly, and Kaminari nodded a bit.

“Well, the reason you didn’t use them before was because we always got you to the potty before you had an accident. While you’re on your playdate, though, we might not be able to get you to the potty if you need to go. Do you understand now, why me and ‘Toshi want you to wear it?” Sero explained patiently.

“C- cause Na-na an’ Tocchi migh’ no’ ge’ De to botty fas’ enub I no' hab ass-dimt?” Kaminari guessed, looking up at his two caregivers now that he was reassured they weren’t keeping his only stuffie away from him just to be mean.

“Yep, got it in one. Are you willing to wear your pull-up now, little bee?” Hitoshi asked from where they were still holding the blond’s pegasus hostage.

“D- De ge’ helb? B’ease?” Kaminari asked, and Sero pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Of course we can, love. Are you okay with me taking your pants off so we can get the pull-up on you?” The brown-eyed caregiver hummed a little as he pulled the electric little into a loose hug and carded some fingers through his hair, and Kaminari relaxed before nodding against his shirt.

“Ge’ so’v socks too?” Kaminari mumbled against Sero’s chest.

“There should be a pair or two in the bag, sweetheart. Can you sit on the bed for me, please?” Sero asked softly, and Kaminari blinked up at him.

The blond sat on the bed as directed, though he sat right on the pull-up Sero would need to put on him. That was alright though, as Sero could just grab a new one from the bag if he needed to. Sero pulled Kaminari’s pants down to his knees, then gave a soft sigh at what he saw. Kaminari had taken off every single article of bigspace clothing, but still hadn’t put the pull-up on when he’d first been handed the necessary item. The ravenet caregiver finished getting Kaminari’s pants off, then reached his hand behind him towards where Shinsou was standing. The other caregiver understood and thankfully handed him a new pull-up without any verbal prompting needed.

“Thanks, Hito.” Sero sent a smile over his shoulder, and Shinsou smiled back.

“No problem, Hanta.” They told him.

Sero wasted no time getting the pull-up on Kaminari and the blond’s pants back on. Once that was over with, Shinsou walked over and deposited Kimeko in Kaminari’s arms with little fanfare.

“Meko!” Kaminari giggled, squishing his cheek against his toy with a bright smile.

The two caregivers smiled, and Shinsou immediately pulled out a pair of Fatgum-themed socks to put on the feet that Kaminari was lazily kicking around happily. The blond giggled some more when Shinsou grabbed his foot, and they couldn’t hold back a smile as they got first one sock, then the other on his feet.

“Are you ready for the playdate now, bee?” Shinsou asked.

“Uh huh! De wan’ bay wiv new fwen!” The electric little looked quite excited, beaming up at his caregivers with bright eyes.

Sero couldn’t resist ruffling Kaminari’s hair, and the blond leaned into the touch happily. Sero passed Kaminari’s elephant teether to the little, and Kaminari giggled before slipping part of it in his mouth. Shinsou took hold of Kaminari’s free hand since he was using the other to hold Kimeko close. The little beamed happily at his two caregivers around his teether, and Sero grabbed the bag of Kaminari’s littlespace things before they headed over to the two empty rooms across the hall that had been turned into the other little’s playroom. Kaminari was all too happy to hold his purple-haired caregiver’s hand, nearly bouncing on his feet as the two caregivers and little reached the playroom.

Shinsou let go of Kaminari’s hand before they knocked lightly on the second door from the right, and Kaminari took the opportunity to grab onto his teether with his now free hand. He beamed a little behind it, and bounced in place when the door was opened by a girl with super pretty green hair. She was someone new to Kaminari, and the blond little ducked his head behind one of Kimeko’s wings shyly when he saw her.

His caregivers wouldn’t let him be around any mean people, and she had to be one of this other little’s caregivers since she opened the door. But she was still someone new and Kaminari didn’t know her very good yet, and Kimeko wasn’t sure of her yet either so Kaminari was justified in being a little shy.

“Hey. He’s been excited about the playdate since finding out he’s not the only little here.” She said to Kaminari’s caregivers, opening the door a bit wider.

So Kaminari’s new friend was a boy? That was cool, Kaminari couldn’t wait to show his new friend his favouritest story Cinderella and how it made Kaminari feel so light and giggly because she was blond like him, and her prince was blond which meant that if Kaminari found his prince then they might be blond too. And Cinderella was also super nice to everyone and she had lots and lots of animal friends and Kaminari just really really liked her story.

“So has Denki here, he’s been giggly about it ever since finding out he’d get to have a playdate and meet another little.” Sero chuckled, and Kaminari peeked his head from behind Kimeko’s wing as him and his caregivers walked into the room.

There was a boy there with dark hair in a ponytail, wearing a green shirt with a dinosaur and some words on it and a pair of camo shorts that went to a little above his knees. He was playing with some toy cars that looked super awesome. Kaminari walked closer to the boy with a little bit of prompting from his caregivers, and sat near him.

The boy looked up after a moment, and he smiled super big when he saw Kaminari sitting there.

“Hi! I’m Fei-Long, what’s your name?” The boy, Fei-Long, asked, and Kaminari hummed a little before taking his teether out of his mouth.

“ ‘M De, an’ dis my Meko. Wha’ ya doin?” Kaminari asked curiously, looking at all the different toys Fei-Long had that he hadn’t had before.

“I’m playin’ cars. You wanna play too?” Fei-Long asked, and Kaminari smiled.

“Yeah! It wooks fun.” The blond agreed happily, and Fei-Long held out a very pretty blue car.

Kaminari set Kimeko down next to him, and took the car that Fei-Long was holding out with a bright smile. He pushed it around a little on the floor, and Fei-Long laughed a little as he grabbed a light purple car. The two moved the cars around together for a bit, and Kaminari found himself giggling a little at how fun playing with another little was. It didn’t take long for Kaminari and Fei-Long to get a little bored of the cars, even with all the different ways they’d figured out how to play cars.

“Na-na, Na-na, Na-na. Cuh’were time? De getsa cuh’were wiv Fei? B’ease?” Kaminari asked, bouncing a little as he looked up at his brown-eyed caregiver hopefully.

Sero chuckled a little and pulled Kaminari’s hero colouring book and some colouring supplies out of the pretty bag that held Kaminari’s regression things. Kaminari happily accepted the items and went back to where Fei-Long was with them, plopping down where he’d been sitting before.

“Gots cuh’were tings. Fei wanna cuh’were wiv De?” Kaminari asked, and the older little giggled.

“Sure. De wanna pick out colourin’ page for me?” Fei-Long asked, and Kaminari smiled brightly.

He’d find the absolute bestest perfect picture for his new friend, and there was absolutely nothing anyone could say to convince him otherwise.

“Boys, would you like to have a snack before you get to colouring together?” A girl with orange hair in a side ponytail asked, and Kaminari blinked in surprise.

He hadn’t even known she was there! He knew his caregivers were there, and that the green-haired girl was there, but he hadn’t known the orange-haired girl was in the room with them too!

Chapter 18: Baby's First Playdate Pt 2 (Sero & Shinsou & Tokage & Kendou)

Denki and his new friend Fei-Long sat at a small table with a plate of fruit slices in front of them. Fei-Long even had a cup of soda to drink with the snack, which Denki felt was way unfair. If he wasn’t allowed to have bubbly juices, then the other little shouldn’t have them either. But Fei-Long was also a bigger little, he was six. And Denki was a whole lot smaller, he was only three and that meant that Fei-Long was twice as big as he was and that Denki was twice as little so obviously they weren’t allowed to have the same things when they were little. Denki still wished he could have some of the bubbly juice too, though.

“You want some o’ my sodie?” Fei-Long asked Denki quietly, while the caregivers were talking about big people things over by the huge shelf full of pretty looking books.

“De no’ ‘llowed ta ‘ave it. Na-na an’ Tocchi says so.” Denki said, not giving an outright ‘no’ to his new friend because he did want some of the bubbly juice.

His caregivers would give him the Look they did when he did something they didn’t like him doing, and then they might put him in timeout or something if he actually said he wanted some. Or if Fei-Long gave him some. Denki didn’t like timeout, even with Hanta and Hitoshi only putting him there once since becoming his caregivers.

“It’s a Rule that you can’t have sodie?” Fei-Long pouted.

“Rue?” Denki asked, wanting to know what his new friend meant by that.

“You know, Rules. Like, what you’re not allowed to do. And timeouts an’ stuff fer breakin’ Rules the big people give us. I’m not ‘llowed outside by myself when ‘m little, else I get timeout and Mommy tells me I was naughty and why my Rules say I can’t do that without a big person wi’ me.” Fei-Long said, and Denki’s eyes widened.

He and his caregivers hadn’t done any of that! They just kinda told him things as stuff happened, there weren’t any Rules like Fei-Long said they were supposed to have.

“We s’bose ta ‘ave Rues…” Denki hummed, trying to think of how to bring it up to Hanta and Hitoshi so that they knew he needed Rules for when he was little.

“You don’t got Rules?” Fei-Long looked surprised.

“Nuh uh, Na-na say I no’ ‘ave bub juice affer I get some ‘fore he tay care o’ me.” Denki admitted, and his friend looked super surprised and even gasped a little.

The older little got up from the snack table, and grabbed Denki’s hand. He led the smaller little over to the caregivers, and Denki was understandably a bit confused as to what was going on.

“Mommy, Denki-chan don’t have Rules like he s’posed to.” Fei-Long said to the orange-haired lady, who looked at Hanta and Hitoshi with a vaguely amused smile.

“You did give Kaminari-tan rules, and Fei-Long’s just joking. Right?” She asked, and Denki put the fingers of his free hand in his mouth.

“... In our defense, I became his caregiver the first time I found out he was a little, and took away the energy drink he had. Hitoshi became his caregiver the day I found out he’d poured some soda into one of his sippy cups and had been drinking it.” Hanta said, and Hitoshi pulled Denki’s fingers out of his mouth.

“Denki, no. We’ve told you before that you can’t suck on your fingers, you could get sick.” The purple-haired caregiver reprimanded lightly.

“Nuh, you said suggin’ on t’umb ge’ De sig.” Denki pouted up at his caregiver, absolutely sure he’d caught the big person in a huge lie and that he’d won and they’d let him suck on his fingers.

“... Would you like some help with figuring out rules for him? Setsuna-chan helped me figure out what Rules I needed to have for Fei-Long when he’s little, I’m sure we can figure out some for Kaminari-tan.” The orange-haired lady said.

Fei-Long let go of Denki’s hand for a moment before grabbing it again in a new way that felt a whole lot better and didn’t make Denki have to hold his hand in a really super awkward way that felt so many weird.

“Don’ wan’ Rues, De don’ needs any.” Denki tried to refute, but then Hanta ruffled his hair fondly and Denki chased after the quiet affection when his caregiver pulled his hand away slightly.

“Little spark, rules might help make it easier for us to take care of you.” Hanta said, and Denki looked up at his caregiver with wide gold eyes.

“Rues helb Na-na an’ Tocchi?” The little asked, dumbfounded that rules could help big people and weren’t just being made to make him not have as much fun as he could have.

“Yes, they will. Why don’t you and Fei-Long-tan go play some more while we figure out what rules you need, little spark?” Hanta asked, and Denki giggled.

“Okay!” The blond little agreed easily, letting Fei-Long lead him back over to where the play-table was.

The two regressed boys coloured for a bit, snacking on the fruit slices that were in their little bowl. Fei-Long was showing Denki how to hold a crayon properly and explaining they had to colour inside the lines or else the picture wouldn’t be as pretty when they were done. Denki listened for the most part, sticking his tongue out of the side of his mouth as he concentrated on colouring inside the lines so the picture would be really pretty when he was done. Fei-Long was helping him choose colours, and the bigger little was even colouring his own picture at the same time, so to Denki he was super amazing to be able to focus on more than one thing at a time.

Maybe ten or eleven minutes later, Denki and Fei-Long had coloured one and two pictures respectively. Denki’s picture was a mess of colours with about half of the crayon scribbles on the paper escaping the lines. Fei-Long’s two pictures were coloured a bit better, with a few less scribbles escaping the stark black lines of the drawing.

“Fei-Long, do you think you need to use the potty?” The green-haired lady asked as she walked over to where Denki and Fei-Long were sitting at the little table.

“Don’ thinks so. But maybes just in case, Mama?” Fei-Long said with a thoughtful little pout on his face.

The green-haired lady, Fei-Long’s mama apparently, smiled and gave a small nod. “I can walk you over there, baby dragon.”

Fei-Long let his green caregiver lead him out of the room, following along behind her happily. Denki was left sitting alone at the table with the pretty pictures he and Fei-Long coloured and the little bowl of fruit slices, and grabbed one of the super pretty sparkly crayons to try and colour a bit more. He wanted to show his new friend he could colour inside the lines without needing any help at all from anyone bigger, so that Fei-Long would be super impressed with him and think he was awesome just like Denki thought Fei-Long was super awesome.

“Denki, little bee, do you need to use the potty too?” Hitoshi asked softly, and Denki looked up from his super duper important colouring to look at his purple caregiver.

“Don’ wanna go ta botty, Tocchi. Wansa cuh’were mo’ im-said.” Denki said in response, and his two caregivers and the orange-haired caregiver looked like they were amused for some reason.

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to use the potty, Denki, I asked if you needed to.” Hitoshi said, and Denki pouted.

“De don’ needs go ta botty, gots bulls-ub on.” The little said, and turned back to his colouring as if that would be the end of that conversation.

“Then do you need a change, baby sparks? If you do, it probably won’t feel too good to keep that pull-up on for much longer if we could get you in a new one pretty fast.” Hanta said, and Denki hummed.

“Don’ t’inks so.” The blond said, and Hitoshi walked over to him.

“Is it alright if I take you to the potty room so I can check, little one? If you do need a change, it would be good to get it done as soon as possible so you don’t get any owies from it.” Hitoshi told him softly.

Denki could get ouchies if he needed to be changed and didn’t get a new pull-up to wear? He hadn’t known that!

“Uh huh, Tocchi check. Don’ wan’ ouchie.” Denki agreed with a nod, and let Hitoshi pull him away from the small table.

Hitoshi grabbed necessary stuff from Denki’s bag, and most of it was stuff that Denki didn’t know the purpose of. He led Denki to a room with mirrors and sinks and a weird-looking door. Hitoshi had Denki follow him past the weird-looking door, and had Denki get on some sort of cushioned seat of some sort that looked more like it was supposed to be laid on.

“Alright, baby boy, time to see if you need to be changed or not.” Hitoshi said softly, and pulled Denki’s Wild Wild Pussycats pants down enough to check his pull-up.

Denki squirmed a little at the motion, and Hitoshi gave a soft hum.

“De needsa ge’ chang?” The regressed electric blond asked curiously, and Hitoshi nodded.

“It looks like you went potty in your pull-up without realising, pichu. Do you think you’ll be alright with another pull-up, or will you need a diaper instead?” Hitoshi asked, pulling Denki’s pants all the way off and getting his pull-up off too.

Hitoshi started using the stuff Denki didn’t recognise, and a lot of it went on Denki’s bottom and no-no spot after Hitoshi wiped him clean with some wipes that were cold and wet.

“De big, bulls-ub good.” Denki said in response, and hummed nonsensically as Hitoshi finished getting him changed into a new pull-up so he could go back to the playdate.

“Alright, baby boy, we’ve got you all changed and cleaned up. Do you wanna go and play with Fei-Long-tan some more, or do you want to end the playdate now and get ready for your nap?” Hitoshi asked after throwing away Denki’s used pull-up and getting the little’s pants back on him.

“Bay mo’ b’ease? De wansa bay wiv Fei mo’ b’ease.” Denki asked, unknowingly utilising his cuteness and large gold eyes to his advantage.

Hitoshi, who had been contemplating ending the playdate a bit early anyway to have Denki down for his nap on time, caved at the nearly illegally adorable sight.

Chapter 19: Establishing Rules (Sero & Shinsou)

Kaminari was in his room reading a book his aunt had sent the Watanabes to give to him, Heartless Is Just Another Word For Afraid , when Shinsou walked in with a small notebook and pencil in hand. The blond quickly grabbed his bookmark to mark his place, as he figured Shinsou had come into his room for more than just the quiet it offered.

“Hanta’s getting us some snacks right now, but he’ll be here in a few minutes. We decided that it was probably a good idea to discuss and actually write down rules for when you’re little, and figure out what punishments would look like. Yes, we put you in timeout that one time, but we didn’t actually stop to talk about if it was okay or not.” Shinsou said, showing the front of the notebook to Kaminari.

The notebook was an Eevee-themed one, with the evolutions of the pokemon on the front and back covers. It wouldn’t look out of place among Kaminari’s things, with how his friends joked that he was basically Pikachu in human form. Though, Kaminari still only had his stuffed pegasus in terms of stuffed animals, which would likely change when December arrived and his birthday with it.

“That’s probably a good idea. We could also make a chart or something, to keep track of how good I am at listening to the rules that we decide on and figure out rewards.” Kaminari suggested, setting his book down on his desk so he could give his full attention to his friend.

“That sounds like a great idea, sweetheart.” Shinsou said, ruffling Kaminari’s hair as they walked by to plop down on one of Kaminari’s extremely comfortable bean bags.

Kaminari beamed, and within a few minutes Sero walked into the room. He had a plate of cut up cantaloupe, persimmon, and setoka for them to snack on while they figured out rules.

It took about fifteen minutes, but they finally had proper rules after Sero and Shinsou had been Kaminari’s caregivers for a little over three months. It shouldn’t have taken Kaminari having a playdate with another little for them to realise the blond needed to have rules for when he was regressed, but it had. At least now they were writing down clear and concise rules, punishments, and rewards that would be easy to implement. When they were done writing down all the rules, the list looked like this :

⚡⚡RULES FOR DENKI⚡⚡

⚡Don't put yourself down
⚡Use your manners
⚡Brush your teeth every day
⚡Bedtime is 21:00 on weekdays, 22:30 on weekends
⚡No soda or energy drinks when little
⚡No putting fingers in your mouth, that's what your teethers and pacis are for
⚡Tell one of your caregivers if you feel sick
⚡Trust and respect your caregivers
⚡Use your words if you're feeling upset
⚡Tell at least one of your caregivers if you need/want to be little
⚡Tell one of your caregivers if you feel uncomfortable
⚡No sweets right before bed
⚡Be honest with your caregivers
⚡Listen to your caregivers
⚡Clean up messes you make, and ask for help if you need it

 

“Do these seem like good rules to you, Kami-kun?” Sero asked after the three got done writing down the ones they could think of that they’d need.

“Yeah, I think I like these rules. But what about the rule that Fei-Long talked about having? He said that he’s not allowed outside without a caregiver when he’s little, that seems like it would be a good rule to have.” Kaminari pointed out around the setoka slice he was eating.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Shinsou gave a barely-there tap to the back of Kaminari’s hand in light reprimand as Sero added it to the rules they had.

“Can’t tell me what to do, ‘m not li’l.” Kaminari stuck his tongue out at Shinsou after swallowing his setoka.

“Kami-kun.” Shinsou said with a hint of a warning in their voice, and Kaminari wisely backed down.

 

The three got halfway through figuring out punishments and rewards when Shinsou and Sero noticed that Denki was messing with the things on his desk more than he was paying attention and contributing to the discussion they were having. The blond had grabbed one of his coloured pens and was using it to draw on the back of his hand in glittery light blue strokes that made no sense in any way the two could figure out.

“Kami?” Hanta said to get the boy’s attention, and Denki looked up from where he was drawing with his super pretty pen that had sparklies in the colour it left behind.

“Yuh?” Denki replied, pausing where he was drawing on himself with his pretty pen halfway through making a doodle of something he could probably try to explain if someone asked.

“Are you feeling little?” Hanta asked, and Denki hummed.

“Nu.” The electric little answered, lying through his teeth.

“Are you lying to us, bee?” Hitoshi raised an eyebrow, and Denki widened his eyes a little.

How could Hitoshi tell he wasn’t tellin' the truth? Did Hitoshi have super secret lie detection powers that Denki hadn’t gotten told about by either of the big people in the room? If they did, it meant that Denki couldn’t get away with nothing because Hitoshi would always catch him when he was lying.

“No’ lyin'.” Denki said, and then Hanta raised an eyebrow at him just like Hitoshi was doing.

Hanta had super secret lie detection powers too! That wasn’t even a tiny bit fair at all, Denki was gonna get caught every time he said even a super tiny little lie and that was so mean of his caregivers.

“Denki.” Hitoshi said, looking at Denki with a diss-approving frown.

“ ‘M no’ li’l, ‘m big.” Denki said, crossing his arms and pouting.

He wasn’t even that little! He was a whole entire four and a half years old, it wasn’t like he was an itty bitty baby that needed them to constantly check on him.

“How big are you then?” Hitoshi asked, taking a different path in their question.

“Big.” Denki replied, still pouting.

His caregivers had super secret lie detection powers and that was so mean of them. And Denki knew that his caregivers were supposed to be able to tell when he wasn’t tellin’ the truth, but that didn’t mean he liked that they could see that he was a pouty little that lied about being big when he wasn’t.

“Baby sparks, tell the truth. Are you little?” Hanta asked, and he was using a Tone™ that Denki didn’t like at all.

“... ‘m li’l.” Denki mumbled, sure that he was about to get a super big punishment from his caregivers for lying to them not once but four times right to their faces.

“Baby boy, we literally just got done writing out your rules. And one of them is that you can’t lie to us. Since this is the first time we actually have any rules for when you’re little, however, we’ll let it slide for today.” Hanta scolded.

Denki was surprised that they were letting him not have any punishments, even though he broke one of the new rules they gave him four whole times even with the chances they’d given him to admit the truth.

“N- no’ in tubble?” Denki asked with wide gold eyes, and Hitoshi passed him Kimeko from where she was on his bed.

The blond little immediately latched onto his super pretty pegasus toy, nuzzling his cheek against her soft fur and relaxing. Hanta took his pretty pen away so Denki couldn’t draw anymore, but the little was content to just sit there holding Kimeko close for a bit longer while his caregivers did things that caregivers did.

Hanta put Denki’s pen away where the little couldn’t grab it, and Hitoshi got Denki a sippy cup full of some of the juice he had in his fridge. It wasn’t any of his bubbly juice, but it was now a Rule that Denki couldn’t have any of his bubbly juices while he was little, which was so unfair.

Notes:

Any guesses on who the next little in the series might be?

Chapter 20: Nightmares Pt 1

Kaminari woke up with his heart racing and sweat slicking his skin, panting as he tried to regain his breath. He hated nightmares, especially ones that were of the past and the things his parents and past fosterhomes had done. His skin stung with phantom pain as he carefully moved off his mattress. Normally he’d be perfectly fine with and even want physical touch when he was still waking up, but nightmares only made it to where having someone touch him without warning might set off a panic attack. His next appointment with Dr. Sekigai wasn’t for another week, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to stave off the dirtyhurtwrongbad that he felt for that long if someone touched him when he couldn’t see them.

“Okaasan…” Kaminari whispered, grabbing his phone off his nightstand and quickly going to Mrs. Watanabe’s contact in his phone.

She and Mr. Watanabe were the first adults that Kaminari had the numbers of, the first two that had shown they actually wanted to be part of his life. Mrs. Watanabe was Kaminari’s okaasan, she wasn’t like Mama, she wouldn’t hurt him.

“You never call this early, Denki. Are you alright, honey?” Mrs. Watanabe asked, picking up immediately.

“Okaasan, I- Okaasan-” Kaminari said, and there was a soft hum from his foster mother’s end of the line.

“Oh, sweetheart. Did you have a nightmare about that woman again? I can have Hachirou move up your next appointment with your therapist if you want, hun.” Mrs. Watanabe said, and Kaminari relaxed a little.

“Okaa- Okaasan I can still- I can still feel her burning me and I don’t wanna- she didn’t leave any scars behind but it still hurts- I don’t want Mama to come back- I don’t wanna go back to her- I don’t wanna go back- I never wanna go back- don’t let me go back to her Okaasan-” Kaminari rushed out, trying to get his okaasan to understand what he was saying.

“Hush, Denki. I promise that your biological mother will never get anywhere near you, she’ll never get to lay a single godsdamned finger on you ever again, kiddo.” Mrs. Watanabe said, and Kaminari slumped into his blankets.

“I don’t wanna go back to her. I wanna stay with you and Otousan, you’re nice to me and you- you don’t hurt me for crying or being scared, Okaasan. You don’t hurt me for liking skirts or painting my nails or wearing jewellery and you don’t lock me out or hit me or anything like that and you’re good and you’re nice and- and you don’t hurt me you never hurt me-” Kaminari said, gripping his phone tight and wishing his fosterparents were capable of getting to the dorms so he could just get a comforting hug from them.

Mrs. Watanabe stayed on the line with Kaminari for a while longer, talking about anything and everything for however long it took for Kaminari to stop feeling so jumpyscaredwrongbad and get ready for the day. He still felt unsettled in his skin, but he shoved the wrongbad down so he could get dressed in the itchyhurtstickywrongbad uniform that Yuuei had, his skin crawling even worse at even the thought of wearing the uniform pants. It would make everything worse if he tried to wear them, he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything and he might start crying if he got overstimulated. The blond grabbed the unform skirt and a pair of softcomfortwarmth leggings to wear underneath it. He couldn’t wear them under the uniform pants, it would only make the problems worse throughout the day.

He finished getting dressed, relaxing slightly at only having to deal with the itchyhurtstickywrongbad feeling on part of his body instead of all over. He hated how his Quirk made it so hard to focus on anything except how wrong certain things felt, but at least the Watanabes were happy to let him create his wardrobe how he wanted it. And them making sure they were still using the right name and pronouns after he picked out skirts and crop tops was a lot kinder than some previous homes had been. They hadn’t started calling him slurs or started treating him like he was dirtywrongbad for liking some feminine clothing.

Kaminari walked downstairs without putting his usual choker on, and tensed slightly when someone put a hand on his shoulder from behind.

“Morning, Kami-kun. I like the skirt, it looks good on you.” Shouji said, and Kaminari relaxed.

It was only Shouji, the gentle giant wouldn’t hurt him. Shouji was a friend, he wouldn’t hurt Kaminari outside of training. And he hadn’t even said anything bad about Kaminari wearing a skirt, he’d even given a compliment about it.

Kaminari walked off the stairs into the common area, feeling like he’d settled slightly back into his skin. The nightmare still had him shaken up, he still needed to curl up somewhere surrounded by things that weren’t itchyhurtstickyhotwrongbad and likely to set off his tears, but it was a little bit better. He needed to be fine, he had to be because he was a hero-in-training and it didn’t matter that he needed someone to hold him so he could cry until his dirtyhurtwrongbad was gone, he was a teenager and it didn’t matter that he had a nightmare about some of the things his mother used to do. He had to be okay, he wasn’t allowed to be not okay until the school day was over and he could hide in his room until he got rid of his dirtyhurtwrongbad feelings.

“Oi, Sparky! Get over here, got a plate of food with your name on it!” Bakugou called from the kitchen, and Kaminari relaxed a bit as he headed towards the other blond’s voice.

The gruff teen handed Kaminari a plate of tamagoyaki and a small bowl of miso soup and fish, and Kaminari took it gratefully before going to sit down at the table near where Tokoyami was sitting. He hummed softly as he ate the food that Bakugou had given him, relaxing a bit at the silent assurance it offered. His mother wouldn’t be able to hurt him here, his classmates would stop her before she could get close enough to burn him. Jirou sat next to Kaminari and passed a cup of something warm to the blond beside her with a soft smile.

“It’s rose tea. I put some honey in it for you, figured it might help. I heard you this morning.” She said softly, and Kaminari wrapped his hands around the warm ceramic gratefully.

“Thanks, Jirou-chan.” He told her, taking a sip of the sweet beverage.

It did help, sending warmth through him and helping shove away the remnants of that horrible nightmare. It wasn’t all the way gone, but Kaminari felt he might be able to focus on more than the way he needed to hide away and cry until he wasn’t feeling those things anymore.

“Morning, everyone!” Uraraka called loudly as she bounded into the room, her voice just a tad too loud for Kaminari’s liking.

He didn’t have the best control over how much his Quirk amplified his senses, and his need and want for physical affection made having the other option for his excess Quirk energy vastly uncomfortable and unappealing to him.

“U- Ura- Uraraka-chan, could- could you please be a bit quieter?” Kouda asked softly from where he sat with his cat Uteki and a small plate of fruit.

“Oh, sorry, Kouda-kun. I forgot about your sensitive hearing, that’s my bad.” Uraraka said, an embarrassed smile on her face as she lowered her volume.

Kaminari finished the tea that Jirou had gotten him, and the breakfast that Bakugou had made him, and tried to get his tense muscles to relax a bit for even a moment.

“It’s about time we head out for school, kero.” Asui said, getting up from where she’d finished with her own breakfast.

It only just now occured to Kaminari, that he’d referred to the Watanabes as okaasan and otousan when he’d been on the phone with Mrs. Watanabe after he woke up. He’d called Mrs. Watanabe okaasan directly to her, and she hadn’t reacted negatively. It might not have been face to face, but it had still happened.

Chapter 21: Nightmares Pt 2

Summary:

I've updated the changed ages for the characters, just so you're aware

Kaminari was still a bit off-kilter when All Might burst into the room as usual for Foundational Heroics, and he couldn’t quite suppress the flinch like he usually did. Aizawa had brought him aside after homeroom to make sure that the teachers were still using the right name and pronouns after seeing the boy wearing the girls’ uniform skirt, and it had helped Kaminari calm down a little with the quiet reassurance that his teachers actually cared about the students. But All Might’s far too loud and far too bright entrance right before Foundational Heroics properly began had undone any sort of progress in getting him to be okay after the memory-fueled nightmare he’d woken up from that morning that had left him feeling horrible phantom pains from what his biological mother had done. The blond wanted to curl up in his room away from the loudbrightitchyhurtstickywrongbad and try to let himself just exist without trying to force himself to function like nothing was wrong.

Kaminari fully blamed the fact that he wasn’t thinking clearly for the way he started changing out in the open with his classmates instead of using a stall like he always did. The scars littering his skin from past fosterhomes were the entire reason he didn’t like changing in front of people or showing his skin to others. He pulled his hero costume on, not noticing the way some of his classmates were looking at the scars marring his body with concern.

Kaminari felt a bit more settled when the new costume that Hatsume had made him was covering his skin with softgentlecomfort and helping chase away the lingering itchyhurthotstickywrongbad he’d endured from the uniform. He was still far from being alright, but it was at least a little bit better now that he was dressed in something that didn’t irritate his scars. It would still be better and preferred if he was allowed to skip out on Foundational Heroics and hide away in his room where nothing was loudbrightitchyhurthotstickywrongbad and he could just shove everything away until everything was a bit nicer and he could properly focus on the world around him.

 

Anyone looking at Kaminari could tell that whatever was bothering the blond was making it hard for him to focus. He’d been like that since before they’d left the dorms, and Jirou had mentioned her Quirk causing her to overhear a rather worrying phone call Kaminari had made directly after waking up from what sounded like a nightmare. She refused to say just what she’d overheard that had been worrying, stating that it was Kaminari’s personal business and that if he wanted them to know then he’d tell them himself about what he’d talked to his foster mother about.

Kaminari’s performance during Foundational Heroics was just as bad as before he’d gotten his new hero costume from Hatsume, and it was a bright and glaring neon red flag to his friends and other classmates. The nightmare he’d had had left him more unsettled than they’d ever seen him, and even the people who didn’t really interact much with their class’s youngest felt a well of protectiveness rise up at the way he was so clearly not okay. Something was undeniably wrong, something needed to be fixed before Kaminari ended up getting hurt enough to go to Recovery Girl’s office.

 

Kaminari froze when a burst of heat from Todoroki’s fire neared him, combining with the lingering effects of his nightmare and the itchyhurthotstickywrongbad he’d had to endure from the school uniform for the entirety of the school day before getting changed into the softcomfortwarmthrightsafe of the upgraded costume that Hatsume had made him. Everything going wrong compounded and sent the blond tumbling into a panic attack headfirst. He managed to get himself to a corner of the room, curling in on himself and making himself as small as possible to make himself a smaller target.

He messed up again, Mama was angry, Mama was gonna burn him again, Mama was gonna hurt him and then Papa was gonna make everything go fuzzy and he was sorry, he didn’t mean to mess up, he didn’t mean to promise-

“Kaminari? Kaminari, can you hear me?”

Denki knew he was bad again cause Mama was angry, Mama was gonna burn him again but it wouldn’t leave any scars just like always even though it always hurt so much, he didn’t wanna burn, didn’t wanna get hurt, please please don’t hurt him-

“Denki, I need you to focus on my voice, okay? You’re having a panic attack. I need you to focus on my voice, alright? I’m gonna try to walk you through calming down.”

He wanted it all to stop, Mama was gonna burn him again and then she’d lock him in the closet, Denki didn’t wanna go in the closet it was dark and scary, he wanted Papa to come back cause at least when Papa was around Mama didn’t hurt him even if Papa did, Denki needed to make sure he didn’t break any rules ever again, Mama always got so mad when he did-

It took another ten to fifteen minutes before Kaminari was successfully brought out of the panic attack, and his vision cleared to see that it was Aizawa with his quietdarksoftcomfortrightgood clothing and gentlecomfortsoftrightsafe way of talking in front of him and shielding him from having people crowd around him.

“Z’wa-se’sei?” Kaminari mumbled when he was able to get his mouth to at least semi-cooperate with him.

“Glad to have you back, Kaminari-kun. Do you feel up to continuing the school day, or would you rather return to your dorm to calm down a bit more and be somewhere quiet?” Aizawa asked softly, and Kaminari pondered the question.

“Don’t- I don’t wanna be ‘lone.” The blond mumbled, still curled mostly in on himself in the corner where it’d be easy to defend himself if he needed to.

“Alright, I can get that fixed easily. Are there any classmates in specific you want with you?” Aizawa asked, maintaining that gentlecomfortsoftrightsafe tone that was helping to reassure Kaminari more than the teacher realised.

“S- Sero and Shinsou? An- and Tod'roki too?” Kaminari suggested, knowing logically that he needed to make sure that Todoroki understood that the blond’s panic attack wasn’t his fault.

“Alright. I can get those three excused from classes for the rest of the day, I’ll have some of the class take notes for the four of you while you’re in the dorms. Would you like to change into your uniform before going to the dorms, or would you like me to send one of the three you’ve named to get some comfort clothes for you?” Aizawa asked, and Kaminari couldn’t hold back his shudder at even the thought of putting on the itchyhurthotstickywrongbad uniform again.

“S- Sero. He knows where my soft clothes are.” The blond whispered as Aizawa got them both standing.

The pro nodded, and then went to go tell Sero, Shinsou, and Todoroki that they were excused from classes. The three were already standing together, about half the class sending Kaminari worried looks while the blond in question was looking at the ground with his arms wrapped around himself in a fascimile of a hug.

Chapter 22: Cold Is Good, Warmth Is Bad

Kaminari got changed into an extremely soft long-sleeved shirt and pair of light blue sweatpants with an incredibly soft inner lining, and headed to the dorms with Sero, Shinsou, and Todoroki by his side. He stuck to the dichotomic teen’s right side, relaxing some and feeling less unsettled by the time they reached the dorms. Todoroki had relaxed slightly at the admission that Kaminari wanted him to join, and the blond knew that he’d made the right call. He had to make sure that Todoroki understood that it wasn’t his fault, it was everything coming together and the heat from Todoroki’s fire had just been the tipping point. That the heat had felt too much like Mama’s heat and had set off the panic attack that had already been building. It wasn’t Todoroki’s fault, Kaminari would’ve had his panic attack that much faster if it had been Bakugou’s explosion near, or Iida’s engines.

The four of them sat down in the common room, Kaminari sticking to Todoroki’s right side and the comforting cold that came off of it without the dichotomic teen realising.

“I’m sorry, Todoroki-kun. I know you have issues with your fire, and my own issues ending up sending me into a panic attack where the heat from your Quirk was the tipping point. It wasn’t your fault, Bakugou-kun’s explosions or the heat from Iida-kun’s engines would’ve had the same effect.” Kaminari said as soon as they were all sitting down and near each other.

“So it was only the fact there were other factors at play. That makes sense, you’ve seemed to be a bit on edge all day.” Todoroki said, relaxing the rest of the way.

The reassurance that Kaminari’s panic attack wasn’t Todoroki’s fault had been something the split boy hadn’t realised he needed to hear, especially with the rather concerning things Kaminari had muttered during his panic attack according to Jirou and Shouji’s enhanced senses. 1-A had decided as a whole that if they ever saw Kaminari’s biological parents it would be on sight, especially with how it unfortunately explained the blond’s aversion to enclosed spaces. Even if he weren’t the bubbly and upbeat blond everybody tended to get along with, they would’ve protected him from them anyway. 1-A looked after their own.

“Mhm. I… I had a nightmare about when I still lived with Mama and it made my scars hurt when I woke up.” The blond mumbled, leaning slightly against Todoroki’s right side with a barely audible sigh.

Todoroki adjusted the way he was sitting, and it took only minutes for Kaminari to end up leaning against his cold side. Kaminari’s aversion to warmth made a lot more sense, with what he’d divulged to the three he was with. Warmth meant burns meant pain meant hurt in his experience. From his biological mother, former foster-siblings, former schoolmates, former fosterparents, it didn’t matter. The only one that didn’t leave scars from it was his biological mother, and that was only because of what her Quirk was. He couldn’t have his room above a certain temperature unless he wanted his scars to hurt, and he needed a weighted blanket anyway to prevent phantom pains from popping up and waking him in the middle of the night. Kaminari hated the sight of his scars, it was why he covered his body as much as he reasonably could. He was incredibly lucky that he was able to cover the scars on his face with makeup and make them unnoticeable.

He’d been in fostercare since he was five, and it was now less than a year of him living with the Watanabes who were the first foster family to treat him like he was an actual person. It would be nine months soon, and Kaminari wanted to see what they’d do when he’d been living with them for an entire year.

“They got me a book when I managed to stay there for an entire three months with them without trying to run. And before that, they got me a stuffed animal when I was able to avoid running for two months straight. I never had one before they gave it to me, not even before Mama left me.” Kaminari mumbled into Todoroki’s shoulder, a yawn leaving the boy’s lips and emphasising the way he’d so clearly needed today to be quiet and slow rather than the volume and pace it had been at.

Todoroki adjusted the way he was sitting again, moving so that Kaminari would be comfortable against him as the blond quite obviously fought against falling asleep.

It took another ten minutes before the electric teen fell asleep against Todoroki, Kaminari trying to stay awake definitely not being helped by the cold coming off the heterochromic boy and soothing him. Todoroki himself was doing his best to not jostle his classmate and wake the boy, and Shinsou and Sero were keeping an eye on their surroundings so they could go inform their classmates that Kaminari was sleeping when they arrived at the dorms after school let out. The boy was the youngest of anyone in their class, and they’d make sure that as three of the four oldest they were going to make sure that he didn’t have to deal with anyone who had hurt him in the past. Even if no one knew that he was the youngest, since they hadn't told each other birthdays yet.

Kaminari stirred lightly when their class began to trickle into the dorms, but ultimately stayed asleep thanks to Todoroki making his right side just a bit colder. The blond curled further into the dichotomic teen, relaxing in his sleep. Sero and Shinsou sent looks to their classmates, then gestured silently to where Kaminari was sleeping to let them know to be quiet.

Ashido, who had been about to bound over and hug Kaminari, gave a smile and nod before backing off. Kaminari clearly needed the sleep, especially with how he’d woken up from a nightmare that morning. Iida had been about to say something, but one look at the way Kaminari was clinging to Todoroki’s cold arm in his sleep stopped the bespectacled boy in his tracks. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb someone who looked so vulnerable, especially with how Kaminari had a slight pout in his sleep and the way there were bits of frost on Todoroki’s cheek from keeping the ice half of his Quirk activated for so long, even as little as he had been keeping it activated. Kaminari’s admittance that cold was what he found comforting and that warmth made his scars hurt had been the only thing Todoroki needed to know to make his right side colder to comfort the other boy.

“You don’t have the personality Kaminari described for the guy he apparently likes. Is there a reason he’s clinging to you while sleeping?” Kirishima asked curiously, and Kaminari moved a bit closer to the beautiful cold against him.

“He admitted that he finds colder temperatures much more comfortable, as warmth makes his scars hurt and a majority of them were caused by people with heat-related Quirks as well.” Todoroki answered plainly.

Kaminari gave an unhappy hum in his sleep at the way Todoroki had moved to speak, moving a little in his sleep and pressing his face further against Todoroki’s blissfully cold arm.

Notes:

Kaminari has had Kimeko for four months, receiving her just a little under two weeks before he started regressing

He’s had the copy of A Farewell To Arms that the Watanabes gave him for three months, and it’s a book that Mrs. Watanabe inherited from her mother and enjoyed reading often. She likes to talk about the story with Kaminari when they both have the time, and they like to discuss different theories regarding different plot points

Chapter 23: Oh No, Traumama

Kaminari was in his room, curled up in a ball on his bed while clutching Kimeko like a lifeline. He didn’t care that it was three in the morning, he didn’t care that he could hear the rain pouring outside, he did not care about any of that as he stared at the bright light of his phone in horror. As he stared at the news headline in absolute terror and haunting memories.

Prison Outbreak! Tatsuma Yasha, Hinode Takashi, Hayashi Inko, Kimura Asami, and eight others at large!

The blond trembled where he was, frightened gold eyes reading the kanji for his father’s name over and over. Tatsuma Yasha, Tatsuma Yasha, Tatsuma Yasha escaped and now Kaminari had to face the fact that his father might try to finish what he tried when the boy was five years old and Auntie Ryuuko stopped him. The blond could feel his Quirk reacting to his distress, buzzing under his skin angrily and coating his skin in a barely-visible shield of electricity to try and protect him from the threat to his safety. He had to keep it under control, he had to calm down before he accidentally shorted the building or blew the fuse but he couldn’t breathe right, he couldn’t breathe right because his father had escaped the prison he was being held in and he was scared but he needed to calm down but he couldn’t and it was too much his father was gonna find out where he was it wouldn’t be that hard Kaminari’s face had been plastered on TVs during the Sports Festival and he was scared it was gonna be just like before his father was gonna figure out how to get to him and he’d end up hurt and he didn’t wanna hurt please no more no more don’t touch him don’t touch him DoN’t ToUcH hIm-!

Distantly, Kaminari registered some sort of sound, but everything was so fuzzy and indistinct that he couldn’t focus on anything other than his racing heart and the fear running through his veins. There were voices, but Kaminari couldn’t hear them over the pounding in his ears. His father had escaped prison. His hand was hurting like he was holding something really hot, but Kaminari didn’t register the pain. He didn’t register much of anything, not even the sudden lack of humming in the walls from the electrical signals because he’d blown the fuse and caused the entire building’s electricity to short out. There was terrifying, painful heat somewhere nearby and it only caused Kaminari’s fear and panic to increase, the shield of electricity around him expanding to protect him from a threat that wasn’t even there. A yelp sounded before someone said something harshly, but Kaminari didn’t register the sound.

He was well and wholly trapped in a dissociative state like he hadn’t found himself in since he’d found a healthy coping mechanism thanks to Dr. Sekigai’s advice. A dissociative state where he wasn’t able to register anything at all, where only his Quirk reacting to his environment let the people around him know that he was still conscious on some level even if he wasn’t aware of his surroundings. Another burst of heat, and Kaminari’s electric shield expanded again to protect him from the threat threat threatthreatthreat that was going to hurt him and cause him even more pain-

Cold made itself known. Beautiful, blissful cold that meant safety, meant comfort, meant the opposite of pain. The electric shield around the dissociating boy contracted, becoming smaller in the presence of something protective. Cold was good, cold was safe, cold never once hurt him. The shield of electricity sunk back under Kaminari’s skin in the presence of it, and distantly Kaminari could begin to hear words from somewhere in front of him as something or someone pulled the painful hot thing out of his hand and something incredibly cold and comforting was placed in it instead.

He wasn’t quite back yet, but the cold was helping immensely in helping alleviate his terror and making sure he knew that wherever he was, he was safe and wouldn’t be hurt.

“-ari-?” Someone was saying, and the voice was familiar but Kaminari didn’t know who it was.

Familiar, but Kaminari didn’t know. Familiar, familiar, familiar but unknown. His father was familiar but unknown. His father meant fuzziness, unfocus, bad bad bad bad bad bAd BaD BAD-

The shield of electricity burst forth from his skin again, but the cold filling the air around him kept it from going farther than a few centimetres from his skin. Cold was comfort and safety, heat was threat and danger. Cold was good good goodgood and meant soothing, heat was bad bad badbadbad and meant pain.

“-inari-?” The same voice asked again, the cold growing closer and making Kaminari’s tensed muscles slowly relax.

Cold cold cold glorious cold-

“-ami- -me?” A repeating of the voice that came with the cold, and Kaminari drew a breath for what felt like the first time in hours if his chest had anything to say about it.

“-minari- -hear me?” Cold grew closer, and Kaminari’s electric shield dissipated to let it through.

Cold touched his arm, beautiful comforting cold spread across his clothes and encompassed him in the feeling of safety, and the last of Kaminari’s defenses fell in the presence of something he knew wouldn’t hurt.

“Kaminari-kun, can you hear me?” Todoroki asked, sitting with his right facing the blond as he let off waves of cold that only served to help bring Kaminari back more little by little.

“To’oki?” Kaminari tried to articulate the other boy’s name, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate with him.

“Yes, it’s Todoroki. Are you back with us now, Kaminari-kun?” Todoroki asked softly, mismatched eyes cataloguing everything he was seeing in front of him.

Bakugou and a few others were hovering by Kaminari’s door, a flashlight held in Jirou’s hand that looked like it either belonged to Yaoyorozu or had been created from the Quirk of the black-haired girl. There was a bit of soot or something else on Bakugou’s clothing, but Kaminari didn’t really register it at first.

“K- k’nda? S’f’zz.” Kaminari tried to reply, but his tongue felt thick in his mouth and he could still feel his electricity thrumming underneath his skin agitatedly.

Todoroki relaxed some, and slowly pulled his hand out of Kaminari’s after coating the burnt-red skin in a layer of frost to help with the pain of whatever had ended up hurting the youngest member of the class.

“Do you know what happened to set off your Quirk like that?” Bakugou asked, surprisingly gentle in his tone and the general way he was standing.

Kaminari’s breath picked up a little at the reminder, at the headline that had caused his Quirk to react so strongly to his distress in the first place. Quite a few people shot Bakugou dirty looks for causing the baby of their class (in more ways than one) to become upset just after Todoroki was able to get him to calm down enough he wasn’t dissociating anymore.

“He- he got- ‘scaped. Out. No’ safe, ‘m no’ safe.” Kaminari got out, and Todoroki grabbed the blond’s hand in his right with his Quirk activated, the cold he was giving off doing more to help Kaminari calm back down than any number of breathing exercises would’ve been able to.

“Who did, Kami-kun? Whoever it is, I won’t let him hurt you.” Shouji said, making himself known.

He was eight months older than the blond, to the day. Tokoyami was the closest in age to Kaminari, but he was still seven months and twenty-two days older. Kaminari was resolutely the baby of the class, with how much older everyone else was. And they’d do their damned best to protect their own.

Kaminari shook his head, curling tighter around himself and his only toy, the toy he’d been given by the first adults other than his aunt who looked at him and saw a human and not a thing to be hurt and ridiculed. There was something wrong, though. Kimeko wasn’t soft like she always was. She didn’t smell like Mrs. Watanabe’s cucumber-watermelon-strawberry perfume like she always did, there was something that didn’t smell right layered over it enough that Kaminari had trouble finding the familiar smell that meant safety and comfort. The blond chanced a look down at his stuffed pegasus, and froze. The faux fur on Kimeko was singed, one of her eyes had become melted against her. She smelled like she’d been burnt by something, but what could’ve-

Tears filled Kaminari’s eyes as he realised that his own Quirk had burned the first stuffed animal he’d had. The first toy he’d ever had in his entire life, and his Quirk had destroyed her. The first gift he’d received at all from people that were fostering him, the first gift he’d received from an adult outside Auntie period. And she was ruined. He ruined her, he was the reason she was burned and melted and all wrong wrong wrongwrongwrong now.

Chapter 24: Finding What's Broken

Summary:

Chat Name Cheats are now a chapter on their own since some people might need it

Kaminari was visibly off-kilter without the proof and reminder that there were adults that wanted him outside his aunt, taking showers as achingly hot as he could make them and wearing textures that were all wrong wrong itchyhurtstickyhotwrongbad against his skin and sleeping as little as he could possibly get away with and eating much less than he usually did. He no longer had the first proper gift he’d ever received, what his Quirk had done during his distress had ruined Kimeko and she’d fallen apart as soon as he’d let go of her after calming down. His Quirk had burned away the threads on her seams, had melted her eye against her faux fur and singed her wings. He’d irreparably ruined the first gift he’d gotten, he no longer had Kimeko to hold whenever he felt small and needed proof that he was wanted in front of him. But now Kimeko was gone, destroyed because Kaminari was a stupid kid who couldn’t even handle a little bit of stress.

… He wanted his toy back. He wanted the proof that there were adults that actually wanted him since his aunt wasn't allowed to take care of him herself. He wanted Kimeko’s soft faux fur under his fingertips, her pretty brown-black eyes, the comforting dark colour of her coat against him. But his toy, the proof that he was wanted by adults, was gone. Destroyed. Broken beyond repair.

 

Kaminari was curled up under his tree, arms wrapped around his knees as he tried to suppress his urge to rock back and forth to try and soothe himself. His bookbag was next to him, but the teen made no move to take out any of the things he had inside it or even to shift from where he was sitting with his back pressed tight against the tree’s uncomfortable bark. His thin long-sleeved shirt did little to soften the sting of harshroughitchywarmwrongbad against him. The scratchiness of the grass growing from the earth was all too noticeable with him wearing his thinnest pair of leggings. It was all wrong, harshroughitchyhurtstickywarmwrongbad but Kaminari made no movements to get away from the bad feelings. This was his punishment to himself, he had to make sure he was punished for ruining something that he’d been given and was supposed to take care of. It didn’t matter that the more he punished himself, the more he ached for Kimeko, the more he punished himself for ruining her, the more he ached for her. A constant loop that only went round again and again in a cycle.

“Kami-kun?” A voice called, and the blond looked up with dull gold eyes to see Monoma standing in front of him with worry in those pretty blue eyes.

“Hey.” Kaminari replied, but his voice was missing the bubbly rhythm to it that Monoma had grown fond of.

“Did something happen, Kami-kun?” Monoma asked, taking a seat next to the younger blond.

“Ruined.” Kaminari mumbled, wanting to be allowed to punish himself for his horrible mistakes in peace.

“What?” Monoma asked quietly, his voice a comforting balm that Kaminari didn’t deserve.

“I ruined her. Ruined the firs’ gif' I got, s’all broken now.” Kaminari mumbled, barely audible but still Monoma somehow heard him perfectly and wrapped an arm around him.

“What’s ruined, hm?” Monoma asked, his tone so impossibly soft and gentle that Kaminari had no choice but to relax with it being directed at him.

“Kimeko. S’broken, ain’t got ‘er an’more. Wan’ ‘er back.” Kaminari found himself admitting, curling into the other blond’s touch without even realising.

“The stuffed pegasus? What happened, Kami?” Monoma asked, beginning to card his fingers through Kaminari’s hair as gently as he possibly could.

Tension Kaminari hadn’t even realised his body had bled out of him with each touch that didn’t hurt, each touch that soothed and comforted and reminded him that Monoma would never hurt him. He was one of what was growing to be a rather large number of people that Kaminari knew wouldn’t hurt him.

“Had- some sort o’ ‘tack. M’ Quirk wen’ off, ‘n Kimeko got burned ‘n ruined. Fell ‘part soon as I let go o’ ‘er.” Kaminari sank into Monoma’s touch, becoming putty under the other boy’s gentle touch as Monoma continued running gentle fingers through his hair and stayed pressed right against him.

“It was an accident, ma tempête, you didn’t mean to. I’m sure that whoever gave Kimeko to you will understand, luciole, if you explain it to them.” Monoma spoke softly, and Kaminari let out a soft hum in response.

“M- m’ father ‘scaped from prison. S- sa- saw ‘e news an’ it set off ‘tack. He gon’ hurt me ‘gain.” Kaminari mumbled, his face ending up pressed against Monoma’s shoulder.

“No, he won’t. I won’t let him lay a finger on you, ma douce.” Monoma said decisively, and Kaminari allowed his aching eyes to close after days of only allowing himself at most three hours of sleep a night.

Monoma swiftly pulled his phone out of his pocket with one hand once he was sure the blond beside him was sound asleep, never pausing in the way he was running his fingers through soft caramel blond locks.

 

[Bondage Gear]

Put me in a chat with
the 1-A degenerates

???
Monoma where is
this coming from?

Do you lot want to know
why Kaminari’s been so
upset lately or not

He actually told
someone why he
ended up dissociating??

His father escaped from prison
and now he’s afraid that he’ll get
hurt by that horrible man again

Do you know his father’s
name so we can track that
bitch down and make sure
he can’t lay a single damned
finger on Kami?

I’m not fucking waking Kami
up just to find out the name
of the bastard that made him
ruin the first fucking gift he’s
ever gotten from someone
[read]

Not even two minutes later, Monoma was added to a chat with 19 others courtesy of his friend. It always baffled him how fast Shinsou could be when it was something the boy cared about, and how comparable he was to a snail for literally anything else in his life.

Shinsou Hitoshi has added I Am SPEED, Glitterball, Anti Newton, and sixteen others to a chat

Shinsou Hitoshi has named the chat Kaminari Protection Squad

God Is A Woman : Why did you make this chat, Shinsou-kun?
God Is A Woman : Also I adore that you think so highly of me

ARMS : I 100% agree that Kami needs a protection squad
ARMS : He’s baby

Emo Cryptid : I am not emo
Emo Cryptid : however I do agree with Shouji that Kami-kun is baby

ALIENS EVERYWHERE : ???
ALIENS EVERYWHERE : Why is this my contact
ALIENS EVERYWHERE : I fully agree with it but why

Anti Newton : Back to topic
Anti Newton : Why chat

Shinsou Hitoshi : Because someone finally found out why Kami had that attack and blew the fuse

I Am SPEED : The mystery has been solved

Opposite Day : Who has the identity of the man I have sworn to kill

Turn The Frogs Gay : … We are hero students. No murder

Mayhaps Crime : I know who made Kami upset
Mayhaps Crime : It was his father

BOMBastic Side Eye : Time to hunt a bastard
BOMBastic Side Eye : Pikachu’s one of my idiots
BOMBastic Side Eye : Can’t go to jail if i don’t get caught

Pretty Bitch : Hito
Pretty Bitch : No cuddles for you

Shinsou Hitoshi : Hanta!
Shinsou Hitoshi : Loml please

Someone has changed Shinsou Hitoshi to Pretty Bastard

Punk Detective : There
Punk Detective : Now you match

Disney Princess : |д･) (O.O) (・_・ヾ (　･ω･)☞??

Furry : Found Kouda

Streaker : i thot u were Kouda when looking thru chat names

Furry : No?? I’m Ojiro

Mayhaps Crime : Someone translate from kaomoji to words please
Mayhaps Crime : I’m not fluent enough in however Kouda-san speaks to understand what he means

Pretty Bitch : He’s asking who you are

Mayhaps Crime: Ah
Mayhaps Crime : I’m Monoma
Mayhaps Crime : And if any of you fuckers think that you’re hunting down the bastard that hurt Kaminari without me then you’re sorely mistaken
Mayhaps Crime : I have not spent hours of searching for books to talk about with him just for a dead man walking to ruin one of the few things I know make him happy

Gay : … So I feel incredibly smart right now but Im not liking the conclusions Im making

Bones?? : Who are you
Bones?? : Why are you

Gay : ??
Gay : Wait
Gay : Someone explain why this is my contact in Shinbros phone

Pretty Bitch : … Babe why tf is Kiri gay

Pretty Bastard : No one who talks about men that much is straight

ALIENS EVERYWHERE : BABE????
ALIENS EVERYWHERE : Sero explain tf you mean babe

Punk Detective : They’re not subtle

Notes:

French translations
ma tempête → my storm
luciole → firefly
ma douce → my sweet

Chapter 25: That Ain't Right

Kaminari was slowly getting better, though he was still definitely on edge with the knowledge that his father was still at large. He didn’t want to admit it, but the way his classmates were distracting him from it was helping much more than his own attempts to try and take his mind off the subject. He was having nightmares more often than not, and Jirou was an immense help in how she was now automatically giving him a cup of rose tea with honey each morning. Iida and some of his other classmates were studying with him after school let out each day, and they were being quiet enough when doing it that Kaminari didn’t need to try and hide the way his extremely sensitive hearing made him have headaches often because he wasn’t having his headaches nearly half as often and needing to keep medicine on him 24/7 like he was used to. Todoroki kept himself on Kaminari’s left, using the cold he passively gave off on his right to help soothe the blond whenever he was starting to feel a little too warm.

Currently, Kaminari and his classmates were in the common room having some quiet time where they were either listening to music on headphones, reading, or both. Midoriya was writing something in his notebook, looking over some other papers he had with him and seemingly transcribing information for something or other.

“It has occurred to me, that we don’t know each other’s birthdays. How are we supposed to know to celebrate or wish someone a good birthday if we don’t know when it is?” Satou said into the quiet atmosphere.

It caused a small uproar, that quickly quieted when those of the class with sensitive hearing reacted to the noise levels. Ashido got out a large piece of paper and wrote BIRTHDAYS on it in a bold marker, the red standing out quite well against the white of the paper she’d grabbed.

“Alright, people, let’s write these down.” She declared, and Iida grabbed the marker and paper from her.

He wrote down each student in 1-A going by order of seat number, and penned in his own birthday of January fifth before passing the marker to Bakugou who wrote down his birthday of April twentieth before writing down Midoriya’s April twenty-first without pause. Shouji wrote down his birthday, April twenty-third, in an elegant font when the paper and marker were passed to him. Kirishima’s March twelfth was written boldly with a wide shark-toothed grin on the boy’s face.

Uraraka wrote her birthday, April first, amid soft laughter at the knowledge she was an April Fools’ baby. Sero’s January ninth was followed quickly by Aoyama’s January twenty-fourth, which was then followed by Todoroki’s January eighth. Shinsou wrote down January eleventh, and Kouda followed him by writing down April twenty-fourth.

It was quite amusing how there wasn’t anything beyond Kouda’s birthday yet, and they’d already written down half the class’ birthdays so far.

Asui wrote down February twenty-third, followed by Satou writing down March seventh. Tokoyami wrote down his birthday of May first, which was the one furthest in the year so far. He was followed by Hagakure writing down March third, then Ojiro writing down March second. Jirou penned in her own slightly spiky and slightly elegant February twenty-seventh, and Yaoyorozu followed her by writing down January sixteenth. Ashido wrote down March ninth, and then they were down to the last member of the class who needed to write down their birthday.

“Go on, Kami-kun, you’re the only one who still needs to write their birthday down.” Todoroki said, passing the paper to the blond alongside the marker.

“… what do I do if I don’t know when it is?” The electric teen asked, hunching in on himself slightly.

“You… you don’t know when your birthday is?” Sero frowned, alongside a few other members of the class.

How long had Kaminari gone without his birthday being celebrated, that he didn’t even know when it was anymore? Had he ever had it celebrated in the first place? With what they knew of his biological parents, it wasn’t very likely.

“We could call your fosterparents and ask them, since it’s most likely on the paperwork they had to get when you were placed with them. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind telling you, Kami-kun.” Hagakure suggested, and Kaminari took out his phone to do just that after she was done speaking.

He thumbed through his sparse contacts, and clicked on [Natori-san] with barely shaking fingers. His foster mother answered less than a minute later, and there was the sounds of his younger siblings playing with his foster father in the background which made Kaminari smile lightly.

“Denki, are you alright? I know that you saw the news, and I sincerely hope that your aunt is going to rightfully kick that bastard’s ass before I get the chance to show him just what I can do with a rolling pin.” Mrs. Watanabe answered with, and a few of Kaminari’s classmates failed to stifle their chuckles.

“Actually, that’s not why I’m calling. My classmates and I are writing down our birthdays so we know when they are, but I kind of… don’t know when mine is, Okaasan.” Kaminari said sheepishly, rubbing one hand against the back of his neck self-consciously.

“Oh, is that all? I have it up on the fridge so Hachirou and I can make sure we know when to celebrate. Hold on one moment, I’ve just got to head to the kitchen so I can look,” Mrs. Watanabe said, and the background noise of Kaminari’s siblings got a bit louder for a moment. “Looks like your birthday is December twenty-third, kiddo. Must be sick of getting Christmas-themed gifts, huh?”

“… Okaasan, you are aware that I’ve never been allowed to participate in Christmas celebrations before, right? Or that I’ve never actually had someone celebrate my birthday before, even before I was put in fostercare?” Kaminari said as dryly as he could, and earned himself a shocked noise from his foster mother and unreadable looks from his classmates.

He’d never had his birthday celebrated, and he’d been excluded from Christmas celebrations. And now class 1-A knew that he was the baby of the class, now they knew the smallest age gap between him and any of the rest of them was at least six months long, most likely closer to eight months. Yaoyorozu gently took the marker and paper away from Kaminari, and wrote his birthday down next to his name.

She then went and pinned the paper up where everyone would be able to see it, on one of the bare walls of the common room directly in sight of the doors, elevator, and stairs. Now everyone knew each other’s birthdays, and they could look over the paper to ensure that they remembered when to get gifts for each other. And it was now a unanimous mission in 1-A’s eyes to make sure that Kaminari had a wonderful birthday celebration and that he was not going to be left out when Christmas came around and they celebrated the holiday, especially with how soon it was after his birthday.

Chapter 26: To Fix What Was Ruined Pt 1

Kaminari had taken up a rather… unhealthy coping mechanism to what was currently going on in his life on top of the other things he was doing. Now, instead of giving into his need to be little, he would scratch at his skin until it was red and nearly bleeding from his actions. He didn’t have Kimeko, his father had escaped from prison, he was having nightmares about his life before the Watanabes took him in, and his weighted blanket wasn’t helping as much as it did before. All the ways his classmates were trying to distract him helped a little, but it wasn’t enough.

He wanted his Kimeko, but she was ruined and he didn’t have her anymore. He wanted someone to make it better, but there was nothing that could be done to make it better as far as he knew. He’d avoided falling into littlespace since he’d lost Kimeko, and the effects were easy to see for those in the class who were observant. He had a lower social battery, was having terrible nightmares that woke him less than four hours into sleeping if he was able to sleep, his appetite was smaller, and he wasn’t in the mood to play videogames after school like he usually was.

 

“Alright, I think it’s time we do something about this. Obviously that toy meant more to Kami-kun than we realised, so we need to find a way to fix it.” Hagakure stated.

Everyone in the class excluding Kaminari were having a meeting. They’d even gotten Bakugou to join.

“Of course it meant more to him than you realise, that stuffed animal was the first gift he got. And he only got it this year, after he managed to stay with the Watanabes for two months without trying to run.” Shinsou said, and the silence that followed his words was quite telling.

“Alright, time to buy Kaminari-kun enough stuffed animals to cheer him up.” Yaoyorozu decided, pulling her phone out and immediately opening her Uzone to order them.

[ It might be better if we go to in-person stores. Kaminari-kun has tactile defensiveness, it might trigger a bad memory or something if we get something with the wrong texture ] Kouda signed, and there was quiet agreement from Shouji and Tokoyami where they sat on either side of him.

“There’s some stores nearby that have stuffed animals. We could send some people to go look and try to find some that Kami-chan will like, kero.” Asui spoke up, and it was a good enough plan.

It was decided that Shinsou and Sero would be the two sent to buy the stuffed animals, with Todoroki offering Endeavor’s credit card for them to use. They were the two that were closest to Kaminari out of anyone in the class, so it was only logical to send them to get surprise gifts for the baby of the class.

Even if they hadn’t known Kaminari was the youngest member of the class before Satou decided they should know everyone’s birthdays. Now they just had to figure out who would be best to distract Kaminari so he wouldn’t notice their absence until long after they got back with the items.

They ended up asking Monoma to distract Kaminari so Sero and Shinsou could secretly get the blond stuffed animals, something that was decided after a long and hard debate about who would be the least suspicious. Monoma had agreed as soon as they asked, using the Kaminari Protection Squad groupchat naturally. Apparently 1-B’s resident eccentric blond had been wanting to discuss a new book he’d found with Kaminari anyway, and this way they’d be feeding two birds with one hand. The decidedly animal friendly comparison was made in respect to Kouda’s Quirk and how it affected his interactions with nature.

“Kami-kun? I have a new book I want to discuss with you.” Monoma ventured the day Sero and Shinsou would be sneaking off to get surprise gifts for the youngest member of their class.

“A new book?”

“Yes. I think you would like it very much, it falls well within your usual literary reportoire.”

Kaminari looked up at him with gold eyes that were still duller than they usually were, but less so. The bags under his eyes made it clear how unrestful his sleep had been, and he just seemed so much less in a way that was hard to explain.

“Would you mind coming to my dorm with me so that we might discuss it there?” Monoma offered, knowing exactly how calming the younger blond found his room.

Kaminari hesitated a second or two, then accepted. Monoma led his friend and literature rival to the 1-B dorms to talk about the book in his room, hopeful that Kaminari would allow himself to regress but knowing better than to expect it to happen. It was now going on an entire month and four days since Kaminari had regressed last, and the gold-eyed blond was desperately in need of it even if he was denying himself the relief being little would give.

 

When they reached Monoma’s dorm room, the blue-eyed one of the two offered for Kaminari to choose some of his clothes to change into so he was more comfortable while he went and grabbed the book he’d found. While Kaminari was looking through Monoma’s clothes to decide if he was going to wear the other blond’s clothes or not, Monoma grabbed two books rather than just the one he was talking about. One of them was indeed the novel he’d been speaking vaguely of, but the other one was Cinderella since it was Kaminari’s favourite story when he was in his headspace. He wanted to be prepared in case Kaminari ended up regressing while they were talking, especially with how Kaminari no longer had the one stuffed animal he’d owned.

“Um, where do I change?” Kaminari asked, holding one of Monoma’s softer shirts and a pair of his fuzzy pyjama shorts.

“There’s a bathroom right through the door next to the closet you pulled clothes out of.” Monoma directed, and Kaminari quickly went and changed from his own clothes into Monoma’s without further fanfare.

When Kaminari walked out of the bathroom, Monoma could see fading scratch marks on his arms. The shirt Kaminari had decided to borrow from him had sleeves that ended just a little bit below the shoulders, and the pink and white scratch marks covered from just a little before Kaminari’s wrists to underneath the sleeves of the borrowed shirt. Evidently, Kaminari had been ignoring his need to be little and instead was hurting himself. It made the older of the two want to wrap Kaminari in a blanket and keep him as safe as he could, but instead he smiled and moved over on his bed so Kaminari could sit on it as well.

Kaminari chose to sit right next to Monoma, pressing their sides together. The position straddled the line between platonic and more, but Monoma ignored the way he could feel butterflies. This wasn’t the time to make a move or flirt with his literature rival, this was the time to talk about books with his friend and be a distraction so Sero and Shinsou could surprise Kaminari later with stuffed animals.

“So what’s the name of the book?” Kaminari asked, leaning against Monoma more as he got comfortable.

“It’s called Le Morte d’Arthur or The Death Of Arthur, and it’s about the legend of King Arthur and his life.” Monoma said, finding his voice to be a bit softer and quieter than usual.

Kaminari seemed to enjoy it well enough, letting some of the tension in his body go. Monoma continued talking quietly about the book his cousin had sent him from France, moving a little so he could start running fingers through Kaminari’s hair gently in the way he knew the younger blond found comforting. Monoma made sure that his voice stayed soft and quiet, never raising it any even when he was getting to an enthusiastic point in the storyline he wanted to emphasise in some way. He didn’t want to do anything to jeopardise the way his friend was curling slightly into his side and properly relaxing against him.

Within minutes, Kaminari was practically a puddle beside Monoma with how little tension was left in his body. Monoma smiled softly at the sight, and continued talking softly about Le Morte d’Arthur and the different theories he’d come up with regarding different characters since finishing the book because he’d finished talking about the book’s actual storyline a minute or two before, not wanting to disrupt the quiet and peaceful atmosphere he’d somehow managed to achieve.

Chapter 27: To Fix What Was Ruined Pt 2 (Monoma)

Summary:

If you saw a few notifications for this chapter, my laptop was being wonky

Also Kami gets a few new plushies this chapter!

Kaminari ended up sprawled across Monoma’s bed, resting his head on one of the other blond’s thighs and content to stay there as Monoma continued running careful fingers through his hair. The blue-eyed teen was still speaking softly, but now it was simply about how his week had been so far since he’d run out of things regarding Le Morte d’Arthur to talk about. The ever-present tension in Kaminari that had appeared after he’d lost Kimeko was almost completely gone, the boy content to just lay there getting affection from someone he trusted.

Monoma’s phone let off a ding that signified he’d gotten a text. He managed to grab it without disturbing the way Kaminari was on the verge of falling asleep on him. It was specifically the ringtone he had for both Shinsou and Sero, which let him know the texts were most likely pertaining to the shopping trip the couple was currently on for the blond he was distracting.

[Bondage Elbows]

Hito and I are on our way back now
We found three new stuffed
animals for Denki that we can agree on
Any others we considered
one of us was iffy on the texture

Alright
Denki’s half-asleep on my bed right now
I’ll let him know you two have a
surprise for him after he’s fully awake
Make sure you don’t make him upset
when you give him the toys or I won’t
be happy with you
[read]

Monoma continued gently messing with Kaminari’s hair after putting his phone down, smiling softly at his friend as sleepy gold eyes looked up at him. There was a certain light to them that Monoma had only seen a few times before, one that made him glad he’d also deigned to grab Cinderella when he proposed talking about a story with the other blond.

“Hey, there, petite étincelle.” Monoma spoke softly, and his words earned him a quiet whine from the probably regressing blond that was with him.

“Nei?” Kaminari mumbled, pouting up at him.

“What’s the matter, précieux ?” Monoma implored, giving Kaminari his full attention.

“M- Meko gone, Nei. Wan’ m’ Meko.” Kaminari mumbled, looking like he was about to start crying.

“Ssh, ssh. Please don’t cry, luciole, I promise that things will be better soon.” Monoma spoke, keeping his tone warm and his words gentle as he pulled Kaminari closer and wrapped his arms around the little to offer comfort.

Sero and Shinsou better fucking book it back to campus, Monoma had an upset little that was on the verge of crying. Kaminari curled into Monoma’s arms as he tried and failed to keep his tears from falling. The little’s cries were quiet, almost silent with how little sound he made. He held onto Monoma’s shirt, trying to get as much physical reassurance as he could without being able to hold his stuffed pegasus like he used to.

There was a light knock at the door, and Kaminari responded by trying to get closer to the affection Monoma was giving him with a quiet sniffle that seemed impossibly loud with how quiet his crying had been before. Monoma didn’t dare disturb the regressed blond by getting up, and he didn’t want to upset Kaminari further by talking loudly when the little was already crying. Thankfully, Monoma’s phone was still within reach and he could grab it without moving Kaminari from where the other blond was curled up against him with a few fingers pressed against his mouth.

[Bondage Gear]

If that’s you at my dorm door, come in
Denki’s little right now and upset
He’s holding onto me right now
and I don’t wanna make his crying worse

Denki’s crying?!
Hanta and I aren’t at your door yet,
we're still a bit away from campus
We’ll be there ASAP to give them to him

See you soon then
I’ll try to get Denki to stop crying
before you get here
[read]

 

Monoma hummed softly, and Kaminari seemed to focus on the gentle sound. The little looked at him with wide gold eyes welling up with tears still, but at least he wasn’t actively crying anymore.

“Would you like me to read Cinderella to you, little one?” He asked, and Kaminari sniffled as he nodded.

“Wan’ Cindy.”

The little made no move to get up from where he was curled up, soaking up as much affection from Monoma as he could. Monoma thanked his previous self for planning ahead, and reached over to his nightstand to grab Cinderella to read it to the boy laying on top of him. Kaminari made no move to get off Monoma, at least not until he saw the book and realised it was one of the picturebook versions of Cinderella in the teen’s hand. Then Kaminari moved so he was curled up next to Monoma and could look at the pictures as he was read to.

“Cindy.” The little repeated, fingers threatening to enter his mouth.

Monoma absentmindedly pulled Kaminari’s fingers away from his face, and the regressed blond let out a soft whine in response while his nose scrunched up a bit. The expression was honestly quite adorable, but Monoma didn’t want to try getting Kaminari to make it again when he knew it was because the little wasn’t happy with something.

“No sucking on your fingers, Kami-tan, that’s icky.” Monoma chided softly, and Kaminari pouted.

Monoma began the process of reading Cinderella to Kaminari while letting the little look at the pictures, and found himself smiling fondly when Kaminari fell asleep on him near the end of the book. The boy hadn’t been letting himself get nearly half as much sleep as he needed each night, and Monoma didn’t want to disturb him when he was just now sleeping without any nightmares plaguing him. Kaminari slept with both of his arms wrapped around one of Monoma’s, cheek pressed against the older blond’s shirt. The sight was criminally adorable, and Monoma was willingly resigned to his fate of having a numb arm later.

Twelve minutes later, there was a light knock on Monoma’s door. Kaminari was fast asleep, curled up against Monoma and thankfully seeming to not have any nightmares at the moment. A minute or two after the first knock, a second one sounded and made Monoma glance down at the sleeping little next to him. Kaminari hadn’t stirred, which the blue-eyed blond was thankful for.

“Come in.” He called softly, not wanting to accidentally wake the boy next to him.

The door was opened, and Sero and Shinsou walked in with three stuffed animals in their arms. Monoma could tell the exact moment they saw Kaminari sleeping, as the couple paused momentarily.

“He’s actually sleeping.” Sero whispered, and Shinsou smiled.

“Do you want us to just leave one of the stuffed animals here, then put the other two in his room?”

“That’ll probably work. Could one of you grab one of his pacis while you’re in 1-A’s dorms? Denki-tan tried to suck on his fingers earlier and I don’t want to have to tell him off and risk making him cry.”

Kaminari chose that moment to move closer to Monoma, curling further against the eccentric blond with a quiet hum. Sero and Shinsou left behind the white-and-blue kitsune plush they’d bought, taking the chameleon and penguin to 1-A’s dorms to put in Kaminari’s room to surprise him with later. Monoma grabbed the kitsune plush they’d left for Kaminari, and brought it closer to where the regressed blond was lying against him.

As soon as Kaminari brushed against the plush, one of his arms released Monoma to grab onto it and pull it close without even the slightest indication he’d even temporarily come close to waking up. Clearly the texture of the toy was at least similar to what Kimeko’s had been with how Kaminari had reacted to it.

Notes:

Précieux should mean "precious one"

Denki's New Stuffies!

(The blue-and-white one)

 

(The light blue one)

 

Chapter 28: To Fix What Was Ruined Pt 3 (Monoma, Monoma & Sero & Shinsou & Kirishima)

Kaminari had been getting more sleep than he had after losing Kimeko with the addition of his new stuffies, and it was clear to see for everyone around. He wasn’t getting the amount of sleep he’d been getting before losing the stuffed pegasus, but he was at least getting there. His social battery was closer to what it had been before the loss as well, and it was a relief for everyone involved. Shinsou and the others who knew about his regression were doubly thankful, as Kaminari had stopped avoiding his headspace and scratching at his skin after he received the gifts. Kirishima had even done some research on age regression with the help of the actual proper caregivers so he could help look after Kaminari while the blond was little.

Currently, Kaminari was curled up with Monoma and one of the books they had decided they would be reading together. He wasn’t regressed at the moment, but his new penguin stuffie was near in case he did end up little at some point while the two blonds were spending time together. Monoma had Cinderella on the nightstand along with a few other children’s fairytales in case Kaminari wanted to hear a new story while he was little. Two of his pacis were in their cases beside the penguin so Kaminari wouldn’t try to suck his fingers if he slipped into his headspace.

While his obsession with Cinderella was kind of cute, it was confusing and the blond had never bothered to explain any of his reasons for liking it to anyone around. Currently, Monoma was reading Le Coeur De La Mer quietly, a story about a gay siren being wooed by a human sailor. It was a rather nice change of pace from the siren stories Monoma had grown used to, where the siren was the one pursuing the human with all relationships being straight and the end goal being the siren eating the human even if it never happened in the story.

“And so there he stayed sitting on the dock where Antoine had promised to meet, humming the siren’s song lightly under his breath. Timéo ran his fingers over the necklace that his siren had woven for him, a smile on his face with the physical sign that his feelings were reciprocated by the aquatic beauty.” Monoma read, and Kaminari adjusted how he was sitting lightly so he could press against the other blond a little bit better.

The book itself didn’t have any pictures, so there was no point in looking at the pages as Monoma read to him. The older blond’s voice was soothing, though, and the physical contact flooded Kaminari’s system with serotonin and dopamine. This was good touch, comforting and gentle and nice and given with no strings attached. The only real ‘condition’ that Monoma put on it was that he be allowed to indulge in physical affection when he wanted as well, which wasn’t an unwelcome suggestion at all. Monoma was also touch-starved, and also had touch as his love language, so it wasn’t like Kaminari would ever have any complaints.

Kaminari let himself soak up the affection, relaxing further into his reading buddy with a soft and barely audible hum. It was clear to Monoma that the blond next to him was likely on the edge of regressing if he wasn’t already in his headspace, with how he was curled up against him and relaxed to the point he was practically boneless.

“Do you want to hold your penguin, luciole? ” Monoma asked softly, earning a quiet hum and small nod against his arm.

“Uh huh.”

Monoma smiled a little, and grabbed the stuffed animal off his nightstand with one hand before handing it to Kaminari. The blond wrapped his arms around it, smiling softly as he began to play with one of the flipper arms it had as Monoma went back to reading Le Coeur De La Mer quietly. Kaminari was incredibly easy to care for, in the sense that he was quite upfront about things he wanted and would tell someone what he wanted if he was regressed and in an old enough headspace. From what Shinsou and Sero had told, Kaminari’s headspace was decidedly in the toddler range. How old exactly that went, they didn’t know, but he had been as young as two and a half years though it was speculated that he might have a smaller age for his smallest headspace. The age Kaminari regressed to didn’t matter to Monoma, only that he was able to care for the younger blond.

“Are you little, amour? ”

“Nuh uh. No’ li’l, Nei.” Kaminari mumbled into the penguin he was holding, blatantly lying.

“ Chéri. ” Monoma said, making the word sound as stern as he dared with how easy it was to make a regressed Kaminari cry.

“ ‘M no’ .”

“You know lying is against the rules. I’m giving you one more chance to tell me the truth before I put you in timeout. Are you little right now, Denki-tan?” Monoma hated having to resort to any sort of punishment, but he would go through with it if he had to.

“… li’l.”

“Thank you for being honest with me. Would you like one of your pacis, love?”

Monoma grabbed the two pacis off of his nightstand after Kaminari gave a hum in a ‘yes’ pattern. He showed both to the little, and Kaminari indicated he wanted the dark purple one by tapping against the container it was in. The blond little happily stuck it in his mouth after it was taken out of the container and handed to him, beaming at Monoma from behind the plastic with a little giggle leaving him.

Monoma set Le Coeur De La Mer aside after marking where they were at, and grabbed Cinderella and Alice In Wonderland off his nightstand for Kaminari to choose between. The electric little looked at Alice In Wonderland with wide eyes, confusion clear on his face as he looked between the two books.

“Wha’ dat?” He asked after shoving his paci to one side of his mouth, pointing at the cover.

“This is a book called Alice In Wonderland, honey. Would you like me to read it to you?”

Monoma’s question was answered with a nod, and he situated the two so that Kaminari could look at the pictures as Monoma read the words. Kaminari was quite interested in what the new story would be like, and Monoma internally sighed in relief that they wouldn’t face any sort of tantrum or Kaminari’s tears if they didn’t read Cinderella to the little. He was rather attached to the story, there had been a distinct possibility of him showing displeasure at a new story being read. His like for the blue-clad blonde princess was shown even more by how his favourite sippy was his Cinderella one, though he had no Cinderella-themed clothes or toys yet to go with the picturebook and sippy he did have. That would probably be fixed in the near future, the few who knew of Kaminari being a little and had become the boy’s caregivers had come together a few times to try and plan a surprise of sorts that wasn’t yet ready to be shown to the boy in question. It was still quite the mystery as to why Kaminari was so shy and quiet while little when he wasn’t like that at all outside of his headspace. He was only sometimes energetic, and that was only if he was with no more than one caregiver at a time, otherwise he was quite calm.

Kaminari hummed behind his paci at each new character that was introduced, and made a face like he’d be sticking his tongue out if it weren’t for the paci in his mouth when the Red Queen came into the storyline. His biological mother had red hair, and it was only after meeting Bakugou and Kirishima and Todoroki that he’d begun to associate the colour red with something other than what had been done to him in the past by people he should’ve been able to trust.

“Meanie.”

“Yes, you’re right. The Red Queen is a bit of a meanie, little one.”

Kaminari hummed a little as Monoma continued reading the story, curled up against the blue-eyed blond like he was close to falling asleep against him. He had his still as of yet unnamed penguin in his arms, his paci in his mouth, and he was blinking his far too innocent gold eyes curiously at each flipped page and new picture. It didn’t take long to finish the story after that, with Kaminari curled up against Monoma like he was about to fall asleep.

“Would you like some more of your caregivers here, tempête? It’s alright if you don’t.”

Kaminari hummed, seeming to think it over a bit before he nodded.

“Wan’ it. Can bay wiv ev’run?”

Monoma couldn’t hold back the smile forming on his face if he had tried. Kaminari was frankly just adorable in his headspace, the way he mainly wanted to just cuddle and be read to made him quite the easy little to care for even with how he had a penchant for lying about not being little when he was.

 

Shinsou, Sero, and Kirishima came over within minutes. Monoma had created a groupchat with them and told them that Kaminari was little and wanted to play a game with all of them. The regressed blond was happily moving his penguin’s flippers around while he waited, soft giggles leaving his mouth behind his paci now and then. Shinsou and Sero had paused in the doorway then, both of their expressions screaming just how precious they thought the sight was. Kirishima arrived just a little after, carrying a small bag over his shoulder.

“I’ve got some board games and a few puzzles. Made sure to check the ages on them and the piece count on the puzzles too, so they’re not too hard for Kami-tan.”

Kaminari looked over then, and beamed upon catching sight of his two established caregivers and new caregiver. He gave a small wave with one hand, holding his penguin close and letting loose another giggle behind his paci.

“Hi’s Tocchi! Hi’s Na-na! Hi’s Eiji!”

“Oh my gods, he’s so precious and sweet.”

They ended up sitting in a circle on one of Monoma’s rather soft and thick rugs, Kaminari sitting between Monoma and Sero then Kirishima was sitting between Shinsou and Monoma so that the couple was sitting next to each other. The little in their midst still had his penguin in his arms, and was smiling brightly at all four of the caregivers in the room with him.

“What do you wanna play first, sweetheart?” Kirishima asked in as gentle of a voice as he could.

He didn’t want to end up spooking Kaminari, or make the little end up crying like the only other time he’d seen him regressed. It wouldn’t be manly, and he wanted little Kaminari to be as comfortable with him as big Kaminari was. He’d brought out each of the toddler-friendly games that he still had with him from when he was a toddler himself, since he’d kept them with him for sentimentality reasons and they’d been sitting on one of the shelves in his closet.

“Go ‘way. Wan’ bay go ‘way b’ease.” Kaminari said after shoving his paci to one side of his mouth so he could speak and still suck on it.

“Sure, we can play Go Away Monster first. I’ll put the other games outside our circle so we can set it up right, okay?”

Kaminari giggled, and Kirishima set the other games between him and Monoma so the eccentric blond could look through the other choices while he set up the game Kaminari had chosen to be first.

Notes:

Fun fact, Go Away Monster! is an actual game and I looked at this website to find it

Chapter 29: New Birthdays For Everyone!!

Canon Birthdays (And Ages):

Bakugou Katsuki : April 20 (Age : 16)
Ojiro Mashirao : May 28 (Age : 15)
Aoyama Yuuga : May 30 (Age : 15)
Hagakure Tooru : June 16 (Age : 15)
Satou Rikidou : June 19 (Age : 15)
Kaminari Denki : June 29 (Age : 15)
Shinsou Hitoshi : July 1 (Age : 15)
Midoriya Izuku : July 15 (Age : 15)
Sero Hanta : July 28 (Age : 15)
Ashido Mina : July 30 (Age : 15)
Jirou Kyouka : August 1 (Age : 15)
Iida Tenya : August 22 (Age : 15)
Yaoyorozu Momo : September 23 (Age : 15)
Kirishima Eijirou : October 16 (Age : 15)
Tokoyami Fumikage : October 30 (Age : 15)
Uraraka Ochako: December 27 (Age : 15)
Todoroki Shouto : January 11 (Age : 15)
Kouda Kouji : February 1 (Age : 15)
Asui Tsuyu : February 12 (Age : 15)
Shouji Mezou : February 15 (Age : 15)

 

New Birthdays (And Ages):

Iida Tenya : January 5 (Age : 16)
Todoroki Shouto : January 8 (Age : 16)
Sero Hanta : January 9 (Age : 16)
Shinsou Hitoshi : January 11 (Age : 16)
Yaoyorozu Momo : January 16 (Age : 16)
Aoyama Yuuga : January 24 (Age : 16)
Asui Tsuyu : February 23 (Age : 16)
Kyouka Jirou : February 27 (Age : 16)
Ojiro Mashirao : March 2 (Age : 16)
Hagakure Tooru : March 3 (Age: 16)
Satou Rikidou : March 7 (Age : 16)
Ashido Mina : March 9 (Age : 16)
Kirishima Eijirou : March 12 (Age : 16)
Uraraka Ochako : April 1 (Age : 16)
Bakugou Katsuki : April 20 (Age : 16)
Midoriya Izuku : April 21 (Age : 16)
Shouji Mezou : April 23 (Age : 16)
Kouda Kouji : April 24 (Age : 16)
Tokoyami Fumikage : May 1 (Age : 16)
Kaminari Denki : December 23 (Age : 15)

 

I wanted to make Kaminari the baby of the class even more than I already did. He now has nearly an 8 month age gap (7 months 22 days) between him and Tokoyami, which is the smallest age gap between any member of the class and him. I don't care that it technically doesn't make sense, I want Kaminari to be the baby of the class even if it messes with everyone's ages and gets things mixed around

Chapter 30: Mic Is Lasagna

There is something I feel is extremely important for you to know

 

 

When regressed, Denki can't tell the difference between the words "lesbian" and "lasagna"

He will ask if they can have lesbian for dinner

He will point at Jirou and Yaoyorozu and call them lasagna

He will ask if literally any girl is lasagna

Sometimes he'll even ask if a boy is lasagna

 

(Aizawa will forever deny cackling when a regressed Denki asked if Yamada was a lasagna)

Chapter 31: Regarding Rules

What rules do you think Denki should have for while he's little?

Chapter 32: Kaminari Protection Squad Chat Names

Summary:

Just the name cheats for Kaminari's (soon to be) caregiver chat

Iida Tenya : [I Am SPEED]

Todoroki Shouto : [Opposite Day]

Sero Hanta : [Pretty Bitch]

Shinsou Hitoshi : [Pretty Bastard]

Yaoyorozu Momo : [God Is A Woman]

Aoyama Yuuga : [Glitterball]

Asui Tsuyu : [Turn The Frogs Gay]

Jirou Kyouka : [Punk Detective]

Ojiro Mashirao : [Furry]

Hagakure Tooru : [Streaker]

Satou Rikidou : [SUUUUUGAAAAAR]

Ashido Mina : [ALIENS EVERYWHERE]

Kirishima Eijirou : [Gay]

Uraraka Ochako : [Anti Newton]

Bakugou Katsuki : [BOMBastic Side Eye]

Midoriya Izuku : [Bones??]

Shouji Mezou : [ARMS]

Kouda Kouji : [Disney Princess]

Tokoyami Fumikage : [Emo Cryptid]

Monoma Neito : [Mayhaps Crime]

Kaminari Denki : [He LITTLE] {not yet in chat}

Chapter 33: Update

I've made Ryuukyuu Kaminari's aunt.
I've updated the necessary chapters accordingly.

The story is still largely the same, but the reason she couldn't take him in was because she couldn't reliably take care of him with how often she worked and wasn't in her apartment.
She's still Kaminari's favourite Hero because she arrested his father (her brother) and prevented Yasha from killing Kaminari when he was a little boy.

She's probably going to make an appearance soon, most likely at or just before I write Kaminari's birthday chapter.

Chapter 34: New Caregivers!!

I've planned out in what order the caregivers find out about Kami being a little
Not including the people who have already found out

 

The hint for the next caregiver is that he has a mutation Quirk
Any guesses?

Notes:

Comment what you want to happen in the story :)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of BNHA AgeRe Stories
• Part 1 of The Elemental Family
• Part 4 of Lost My Fixation, Will Update When It Returns