Summary: Due to an unfortunate quirk accedent, Kaminari is turned into a kid. The class learn some unsettling things about the class clown.

Over the weekend was when people usually left to visit family, with an exception of a few students who never usually left the dorms. Kaminari was one of those students. Of couse, he would leave from time to time to visit the empty apartment to spruce it up, even though he knew that no one was coming home. 

No one asked why he chose to stay at the dorms, they didn't really notice. A lot of times he would go out with the Bakusquad, but this weekend was not one of those weekends. He was going to kick back in his dorm room in his PJs, and sleep. 

Of course, that was until he ran into the cat. 

The cat sat at the U.S. Dormatory's doorsteps, swishing its yellow tail back and fourth. Kaminari stared at it for a few seconds before shutting the door. Its too early in the morning for this. 

Unfortunantly, Kaminari's kind soul would not allow an animal to starve, so he slipped on a hoodie and sweatpants, headed for the supermarket a few miles away. Of course, the campus granted his permission to leave on a trip that should have only taken half an hour.

It took more than half an hour.

Aizawa and Yamada were at a school meeting, discussing new rules for the dorms. Overall, it was a civil meeting that neither pages attention to, until a notification fired throughout the room, catching all of their attentions.

Aizawa sighed before putting his coffee down, fingering around his pockets for his phone. Hizashi looked over his shoulder, probably too lazy to get his own damn phone out.

Unknown quirk fired at local supermarket, a gas substance that effects everyone in the general facility. Heros requested immediatly.

The others looked up, muttering to themselves, but Shota's eyes remained glued to the phone screen, reading it once, twice, three times to make sure that his eyes were not deceiving him. Then it clicked on his mind, the reason he felt so panicked. 

He jolted up, his chair squeaking across the floor, Mic was thrown off of him. 

 "Shota, warm me next time you need to go to the restroom, geez. Dont just throw me off of you." The blonde complained from the floor, rubbing his nose. The other teachers looked to him in question.

 "One of my students filed in a request to go to that store not too long ago." 

 Principle Nezu nodded gravely from his high chair. "You and Present Mic must resolve the situation immediatly. Call in if you need assistance, brief us on the situation when handled."

 Aizawa didn't need orders, he was already dragging his partner through the door in haste to get to their car. Mic blasted the news on the situation as Aizawa drove, hand tapping impatiently on the steering wheel. Apparently  a little kid has freaked out, and wasn't able to control their quirk. No one could go inside because of the gas that would leak out.

At least another one of his students wasn't going to get kidnapped.

A hand was placed over his own on the steering wheel, Hizashi giving him a comferting smile as they violently pulled up to the police cars surrounding the cars. Aizawa rolled his eyes at the sight, they had their guns up like the kid was a villan.

He stepped in front of the barrier of cars, gesturing for them to lower their wepons. The police force reluctantly looked to each other before following the order.

 "Here's What s going to happen, I am going to erase the kids quirk and you are going to send medics in with gas mask to check on the citizens conditions, Present Mic will help with the media." He announced, eyes darting over the crowd of police and paramedics. They all nodded shaky in response. Eraser head had that effect on people.

After setting up more necessary percautions, Aizawa climbed to the roof of the fairly small supermarket. He looked for the police of chiefs signal to start the operation, and when he gave the thumbs up, the hero kicked through the roof panels without hesitation. 

Holding the mask closer to his face, he used his capture weapon to lower him to the tiled floor. Shota squinted through the thick yellow colored gas. He spotted the typhoons source, a kid stood over a few bodies of other kids that looked to be his own age. As soon as his eyes landed over the wailing boy, he erased his quirk. The gas supply was immediately cut off, slowly dispersing.

He took the kid in his capture wepon, studying the room. There were many, hopefully alive, bodies on the floor. There was deffenently something off, though, because he noted that there were no adults.

Once outside he unhooked his mask, placing the child gently on the sidewalk to let police escort him to ask questions. The paramedics raised the supermarket like ants, immediately coming out with children's bodies. Every single one of the kids were wrapped in their own clothes, so Aizawa figured this quirk had something to do with age reduction.

He stole a glance at Mic, who was boisterously chattering with the news reporters. He seemed to have that end of the spectrum under control. The market was now cleared put, and now that his mind was off of the other kid, it went back to his own kid. Worry clenched in his gut as he walked past a few of the ambulances, hands in his pocket.

 "Eraserhead!" The cheif of police yelled, making the pro hero turn around. " The quirks effects seemed to turn everyone to six years of age. One of the child's family members told us that it will last for 2-4 days. " He informed, noticing Aizawa's wide eyes. 

Aizawa continued down the row of Ambulences, poking his head in them to look for his student. Then he spotted it, a bright yellow tuft of hair poking out from a large black hoodie. Kaminari was layed on the ambulance floor, asleep. Even so, the student picked up the, rather small, six year old, turing him over. 

He looked exactly like the Kaminari they knew, wild yellow hair with the electric bolt, same angled eyes and small nose. He didn't seem to have much little kid chubbyness besides his cheeks. Aizawa sat the six year old in his lap, checking his pulse and pulling up his eyelids to make sure he was just asleep. 

A paramedic walked into the vehicle, surprised to see his patient already being checked over. "Since this is the use of a non-lethal quirk, I am taking your patient with me." He said gruffly, gathering Denki back in his arms. The paramedic only stuttered while the underground pro walked past him to get the other hero and get out of there.

Kaminari twisted around a little in his sleep, seeking heat from Aizawa's costume. The teacher pretended to ignore the movements as he walked closer as closer to the clump of news reporters. He tapped on his husbands shoulder, pulling him back. Yamada stepped back, taking a moment to observe Kaminari. He cooed, poking little Denki's cheek.

Aizawa swatted his partners hand away from the sleeping child, the press seemed to be eating this up. Hizashi turned back to the crowd "And that wraps it up folks, another crisis averted!" 

They began walking back to the car, the reporters, thankfully decided not to follow them back. Present Mic took the wheel on the drive back so Aizawa could inform the staff on the situation. He briefed them over their group text, Princaple Nezu responded quick, saying that he could do what he could to contact Kaminari's gaurdian. But in the meantime, Kaminari would have to stay at the dorms until then. 

"How's the little listener?" Mic asked, uncharacteristically silent. Kaminari was wrapped up in the backseat, the quietest he'd ever been. "From what we could tell, he's six years old. He'll be like that for a few days. There's a good chance he won't remember us when he wakes up, so we need to be prepared for an energetic six year old." Aizawa got a headache just thinking about it.

Yamada went slack jawed, eyes darting from him to little Kaminari. "There's no way he's six Shota, look at him!" He was right, Kaminari seemed to lean twords the petite side.

Aizawa pulled out his phone to check the dorm records. It would benefit them if there wasn't too many students there, because that would just overwhelm Kaminari. He was satisfied to see that only Bakugo, Todoroki, and Kirishima remained at the dorms, the others probably spending the rest of the day with their familys.

They chatted a little more about how that other kid had 'one hell of a quirk.' As the car pulled into the dorms driveway. Kaminari didn't even move an inch, so Aizawa resigned to his fate of having to carry him again. He pointedly ignored the giggles from Hizashi, who wouldn't stop calling him 'Dadzawa.'

As they entered the building, they were greeted by loud clangs from the kitchen. Bakugo was grilling Todoroki on 'how to cook without fuckin' killing yourself.' The other teen just silently watched with a blank face. Kirishima was surfing through social media on the couch, looking bored out of his mind.

Without looking up from his phone, he raised a hand in greeting. "Welcome back Kaminari bro, lunch is cooking in the kitchen. "

Instead of getting the happy reply he was expecting, there was a faint grunt before the door closed. "Wow Kami you don't sound so good-" the red head stopped dead in his tracks, mouth hanging open. Katsuki yelled some more in the kitchen.

Without explanation Aizawa plopped Kaminari on the couch next to Kirishima, who scrambled to an upright sitting position. He stared at the sleeping blonde before reaching out to touch his face to see if it was really Kaminari. The blonde curled in on himself. At least He was moving now.

"Wha- how did this happen?" He panicked " Bakugo! Your gonna wanna see this!" Kirishima called as an afterthought. There was a loud sigh from the other room Before the loud noises were replaced with equally louder stomps.

"OI,I swear to fuckin' God shitty hair, if this is about that -" Bakugo stopped growling when he noticed the teachers standing in front of the couch looking at- what the fuck was that? A kid? A kid that had bright yellow hair that looked Like -

"Oh Fuck no."