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“Cmon Eri, you got this, just one more try..” Aizawa says sleepily to the little girl infront of him, they have been practicing this age reversal quirk since 6 am in the morning.
“uhh like this?”Eri aims her quirk at the test subject (a random mouse they found outside the school) while closing her eyes in concentration and a flash of power lights up the room.
A gasp escapes Shouta as he looks down at the result of Eri’s loss of control on her quirk.
“well this is ..unfortunate” Shouta manages to squeak.
“Im so sorry Mr Aizawa… I .. uh..” Eri whispers as tears well in her eyes and drip down her cheeks slowly.
Shouta examines the situation with surprise etched along his face, his 35 year old muscular build has transformed into his well known 16 year old pubescent body that he once owned not too long ago. His blazer and jeans now barely hanging onto his new smaller frame.
“It.. Its” Aizawa stutters, struggling to form the correct words to ease the girls worries.
“Its okay Eri, it was a mistake.” He gets down to her level, which is alot easier now that hes lost atleast 8 inches in height,
“Do you think you could fix it?” He says as he smiles gently at her, trying not to panic.
As if he knew something was wrong, present mic enters the room swiftly, his gaze fixated on two cups of coffee he has in hand.
“Heyyyy Shoutaa I brought you some cof-“
He comes to an abrupt silence as he takes in the veiw before him. His jaw falls slack as he drops one of the coffees, the jet black liquid splattering the floor.
“WHAT THE-“ Present mics quirk activates out of pure surprise, echoing in the room.
Shouta sighs loudly then locks eyes with him and gives him a pleading look not to freak out.
“Yamada, I can explain”, the squeaky voice that leaves Shouta sounding foreign to his normally gruff, deep voice.
“Eri lost control of her quirk and it seems to have set me back a couple years…but we have it under control.. for now”, he attempts a positive response for Eri’s sake, who is currently sniffling next to him.
Present Mic studies his partner with confusion and shock.
“Shouta this is weird as hell!!! You’re so small and cute..We need to get you some clothes, this is crazy! It’s like going back in time! What will the kids think??” Yamada rambles to calm himself down while staring intensely at Aizawa’s new form.
“And why didnt you just erase her quirk before.. before it did THIS??”
Shouta sighs loudly, hugging a still very upset Eri to his chest, trying to comfort her.
“Her quirk was too fast and my guard was down.. I mean come on Yamada it’s not the WORST thing in the world, we just need to learn how to reverse it.” he says, sounding bored.
Present mic quietly listens as Aizawa explains, assessing the problem in his head.
“Yeah.. yeah it’s fine it’s going to be fine.. dont worry Eri.. we can fix this. But let’s get you some clothes first Shouta, because it looks like those ones dont fit you anymore..”, Yamada says optimistically with slight laughter in his voice, glancing between Eri and his now very awkwardly young boyfriend.
After retrieving new clothes from the lost and found, Shouta shuffles out of his now oversized suit to put on a tight fitting school uniform. It will do for now, he tells himself. Waving goodbye to Eri, him and Yamada quickly walk down the hall to his office, in need of privacy.
Still perplexed by his partners new body, Present Mic isn’t sure what to say as they step into the room. Shouta stares at him and releases a shaky sigh. His panic rising.
“I don’t’ know what to do Yamada. The kids cant see me like this, we need to learn how to reverse this and fast.” Shouta confesses after holding in his worries for so long.
“Yeah Shouta this is crazy!! I don’t want rumours that im dating a student..” Yamada whispers while grimacing. Alarm and dread written on his face.
“Its gonna be fine, we can figure this-“
Aizawa startles just as a loud pitch noise fills the room, the bell. Yamada curses loudly.
“What am I supposed to do? I can’t teach a lesson like this!!! He gestures to his body. “Should we go find Eri to try and reverse this before the lesson starts?” Shouta complains.
“Its okay, I’ll sit at the back of the classroom so an ADULT is supervising” Yamada says, intending on getting under Shouta’s skin.
“Ugh shut up” Shouta mumbles as he gets up and heads towards the office door, is eyes flickering red in irritation .
“What are you gonna do? Climb my leg?” Yamada laughs as he ruffles his boyfriend’s hair playfully while heading down the corridor.
Shouta composes himself at the door of the classroom, slowly breathing in and out, reassuring himself it won’t be that bad. Stepping into the room, he is greeted by his students smiling faces, sitting in perfect order in their chairs, until their faces fall slack with surprise . He reassures himself, if I ignore it maybe they will too. Shouta steps up onto the podium and rearranges his papers, which feel freakishly big and heaver in his small, weaker hands. He lifts his gaze as he watches Present Mic sit down at the back of his classroom, amusement etched on his face. Shouta hates this already.
“Okay everyone settle down, lets get started, we will resume class as usual, open to page 387 of your hero study boOoks-“
,Shouta’s voice cracks loudly and embarrassment crawls up his neck and cheeks, turning them bright red. The class breaks out in hideous rounds of laughter, shouting comments like “hes so cute” and “why does Mr Aizawa look like that”, which just embarrasses him more. His gaze snatches on Yamada, who raises one eye brow at him and smiles stupidly, knowing it will annoy Shouta. This is not going how he wants it to, so he has to get this situation under control.
“CLASS, REGARDLESS OF MY APPEARANCE, MY AUTHORITY DOES NOT CHANGE AND YOU WILL TREAT ME WITH RESPECT, LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY” he shouts, his quirk activating out of anger, his eyes glowing red and his grey scarf raising in an intimidating manner around his neck. The class falls silent in an instant, subtle snickers still coming from Bakugo, who Aizawa pins with a death stare.
30 minutes into the lesson, all the whispers have finally stopped and Shouta finally feels relaxed enough to teach his lesson in peace. Deku raises his hand, his eyes wide with interest.
“Yes Izuku?” Aizawa glares at him.
“Uh well Mr Aizawa.. I was just uh.. Wondering why you look the same age as us…? Deku mumbles, blushing slightly.
Shouta sighs loudly, annoyed.
“I was quirky training with Eri and she accidentally reversed my age a couple of years, but im working on getting it s-“
Shouta’s body quickly ages as he spoke his last word, the school shirt hes wearing ripping and buttons flying all over the classroom. Aizawa stares down at his body in surprise to see hes back to normal. He clears his throat and says “Well at least thats over with!”. His deep, gravely voice carries across the classroom.
He averts his eyes from his body, waiting to see amused faces but as he looks over the room, nobody will meet his glare, everyone looking directly at their desks with bright red ears. He notices Deku muttering to himself and writing furiously in his notebook, one of the only people in the room who isn’t sat still like a statue. His gaze snags on his boyfriend at the back, Yamadas whole face is as red as a tomato, staring at Shouta with a strange expression. It takes a minute for Shouta to realise why everyone is acting so strange until he understands. His chest and abbs, dotted with marks and scars ,from previous battles, are on display infront of the whole class. His large muscular arms, bare for all to see. Yet again, he feels greatly embarrassed. Bakugo snorts and starts chuckling to himself.
“Um well.. , class dismissed!” he says at a slightly squeakier volume than he would have liked.
As the class slowly shuffle out of their seats, still averting their eyes, Shouta pulls at the now incredibly tight shirt, awkwardly trying to cover his bare chest, not daring to look down and see what his trousers look like.
The room clears until just Shouta and Yamada are left, staring at eachother in silence, Yamada’s gaze lingering south of Aizawa’s body.
“I should have known that her quirk would ware off eventually, we should note that for her future training” Shouta says with slight laughter in his voice. Yamada says nothing, completely distracted. His face heats as the looks down, now seeing why Yamada is so entranced.. Ripped trousers up to his thighs and a display of his very tight pants hugging his (idk how to say dih without saying dih) snugly, meet his stare.
“I really hope the class didn’t see this” Aizawa mutters, eyes still linked with his boyfriends.
“Im afraid that ship has sailed, Shouta” Yamada laughs, tears welling in his eyes out of hysteria. Shouta takes a sharp intake of breath as he remebers his students embarrass faces, his thought interrupted as Yamada leans forward and seizes his mouth with his own. They kiss with greed, as if time is slipping away. Their eyes slowly close shut as they hold each other and kiss passionately, Yamada swiping his tounge over Shoutas and biting lightly on his bottom lip just as he knows Shouta likes.
“Ive missed my boyfriend” Yamada murmurs between breaths, “The whole 16 year old boy thing was very weird for me” he whispers. Shouta just laughs into his lovers mouth and kisses him harder.