All Heroes, Big and Little

SFW non-kink BNHA age regression fanfic blog. For all age regressors. 

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Introduction!

Hello! This is a BNHA Age Regression blog! It’s 100% sfw and non-k!nk.

I post fanfic and headcanons here!

I’m focusing on Aizawa (and Present Mic) because they’re my favorite characters, but I take requests for other characters too! I like the pro heroes best, but I’ll write about the students, villains, or anyone else too!

Requests are currently: CLOSED (possibly forever)

Things you can send in:

Asks talking to any of the BNHA characters as CGs if you want reassurance or advice or just to say something to them! They can try to help if you’re having a hard time, tell you how cute your new plushy is, or listen to you talk about how your day was!

How to send a request:

Tell me who you want to reply and what you want them to be to you! (For example: Your CG Aizawa, your teacher Midnight, or your friend Kirishima)

Tell me what you want reassurance about!

And anything else you want them to know or do! Like what nickname or petname you want to be called, your favorite food or drink, what age you regress to, etc.!

What I won’t write: anything s3xual, romantic relationships between adults and minors

Even if requests are closed, asks are always open! I’d love to talk to you all as myself even if I don’t have the energy to write.

About me: I’m an adult (30) and I use they/them pronouns.

This is a sideblog, I follow from @lavender-sprout!

Anyone can interact! Just don’t send me Non-SFW asks or add anything Non-SFW onto my posts!

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Cg!Tenya Iida Moodboard + Headcanons!

i think tenya as a cg would be very protective, maybe even a bit too much sometimes but he would try his best to back off if told to

i feel like he would give the best hugs and cuddles, although i don't think he's rlly the type to give them unless asked for

would stay by his littles side as much as possible, especially when out in public together

i think he'd also probably check in w them pretty frequently to see if they need anything, even if they're right next to them

he's the type that would listen to nonsense babbles and respond as if it's a proper conversation

i think he would love any nicknames he's given + would occasionally refer to himself in third person with them as well

would pretend not to know simple stuff like shapes and colors of things just to make a little laugh/smile, e.g. "hmm, so that one is.. a square!" "nooo, that's a circle!!!!!"

i think he'd really enjoy being able to make them smile just in general, especially if he notices they've been having a bad day or something :-)

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So part of why I abandoned this blog is that I found myself unable to write. I think I'm going to try to dip my toes back into it and see if maybe I can now.

I would also just like some more interaction with this community! I (Dax) am a flip! I do have a little of my own, but I can still chat with other cgs/flips/littles! So feel free to send in messages to me! (I'm 29 so I prefer to talk with people over 18!)

I'm also trying to (gently, slowly) get back to writing. So if you have a prompt for a short Erasermic fic (doesn't have to be agere but for now those are what I feel like working on) you can send those in too! I probably won't do them all, just the ones I like. I don't actually have a strong preference for which way that dynamic goes, as far as Regressor!Shouta/CG!Hizashi or the other way around. I'm also open to adding in characters related to them! Eri, Midnight, Oboro, etc.

Very rambly! TL;DR: Talk to me please! And send requests!

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CG!Kurogiri Headcanons

(with multiple regressors)

After the war, there were many, many things that needed to be fixed and sorted. Societal structures concerning crime, justice, and people. Once the dust settles from the second war that already near-insurmountable list of things somehow only managed to increase. And Kurogiri—Oboro?—just so happened to be one of those things that needed sorting out. All of the villains fall onto the list technically, but he's...a special case. A special case that is infinitely complicated thanks to the fact that Oboro has finally been "reawakened", leading to the two personas within him to begin to merge into something new. Not only is the change metaphysical, but it is becomes exceedingly apparent that it's a physical one as well—the omnipresent smoke surrounding his body finally begins to recede, at first only in patches but soon enough there is no denying who is under all that mist once it becomes more controllable. Which is exactly where the issue comes in in regards to his innocence, and more specifically what should be done about him. Or with any of the villains for that matter. Locking them away in Tartarus obviously didn't work (not that the place is even remotely functional anymore), and the people demand a system reform, so what does that leave? Why, a shiny new villain rehabilitation program! A program that Kurogiri qualifies for no problem, and a program that really allows him to try and figure out who he is now. Bridging the gap between Kurogiri and Oboro is both harder and easier than he expects, but finding common ground helps. One of the strongest things that seems to be a constant between the two? His ability and desire to care for others! That caregiving instinct wasn't something that AFO and the doctor could drive out of him, and instead actively used once it became apparent that it wasn't going away. So once he reaches a certain milestone in his rehabilitation program and is cleared for it, he starts acting as a cg again!

The decision isn't one without its own challenges, no matter how eager he is to regain some sense of agency over his interpersonal relationships. Primarily because that caregiving instinct is pulling him in a couple different directions. But as Tomura is still undergoing rehabilitation (and medical treatment, due to what his body went through during the war), one direction starts to pull more strongly given that it is both more readily available and encouraged by several outside sources (namely his therapists and the newly restructured Hero Commission). That direction of course being Shouta. And it isn't as if he hasn't been spending time with him; he's been by his side for all of this, even before he started remembering things. There's a lot of discussion beforehand that sees to Shouta middlespacing by the end of it, but it's decided that they both would like to try sharing that space with one another again and that it would be beneficial for both of them. In the safety and seclusion of Shouta and Hizashi's apartment, it's all too easy to slip back into habits thought long forgotten. And as Shouta clings to him, he can't help but feel he's regained another part of himself as he strokes a hand through coarse black curls. During this Hizashi acts as a mediator of sorts just to keep everybody safe and happy, but it doesn't take Oboro more than a moment to piece together that he must have stepped in to fulfill that cg role for Shouta after his "accident". Something is a little off though, something he can't quite place yet, about the way Hizashi can so easily get on Shouta's level in a way that he himself cannot. But it's sweet to watch how easily Hizashi can take his hand and lead him towards the kitchen with an excited if not somewhat conspiratorial whisper that earns him a soft giggle and a nod, and so Oboro doesn't question it too hard (nor does he mind giving them a headstart on whatever trouble they're up to).

It takes far longer than he would like, but after several months Kurogiri is finally given the opportunity to reconnect with Tomura. He has received updates on his recovery, sure, but Tomura wasn't allowed contact with anyone other than his doctors. After everything AFO has put him through mentally and physically, the poor boy is left feeling raw and wrung-out. These feelings in turn lend to Tomura spending a lot of time regressed more often than not, occupying a sleepy babyspace. And the only thing he really wants now that everything is all said and done is his papa. It's more than enough to tug at Kurogiri's heartstrings, and it's also more than enough to spurn him into asking for something out of pure self interest. Because he wants to help. Making such requests is still something he is trying to be more proactive about as part of his own ongoing recovery, and he wants more than anything to be a part of Tomura's recovery too. And once all the legal red tape is out of the way, he's approved for visiting hours! Much like how one might go visit a kitten at a shelter that they are planning to adopt once it is old enough, Kurogiri gets to visit Tomura periodically until he can be cleared to come home—because with help from Hizashi and Shouta, Kurogiri has been working on making a space that Tomura can call home. And every time he visits he makes sure to bring Tomura a small treat, taking note of anything that the boy seems to really like and cross-referencing it with the small list he used to keep when it was his purpose to mind after him, not his choice. He finds there are things he's adding to that list now that it is his choice, things that were filtered out before for being "unnecessary"—things like stuffies when he notices how Tomura tends to hug onto a throw pillow, or pacis when he sees that he still sucks on his sleeve when he's nervous. Which he seems to be doing a lot of, though understandably. His papa looks a bit different than he remembers, after all! Is more open with his emotions, too. But Kurogiri is sure to reassure him that while some things have changed, the fact that he cares deeply for him is something that has not and never will change.

To continue with the kitten analogy, once Tomura does get to come home there are some challenges. Challenges that primarily take the form of "let the kittens sniff each other through the door so they can get used to each other". Even Oboro knows it won't go perfectly smoothly, though that recovered optimism of his is hopeful. And it isn't as if Shouta hadn't had time to get used to the idea—he and Hizashi both had went with Kurogiri to visit Tomura a couple of times even!—but it's different once it's happening. They both know that Tomura wouldn't do anything to hurt them now. But suddenly he feels like maybe it's asking too much of Kurogiri, and he thinks him and Zashi have been fine on their own for a really long time now and, and... And it only takes the one occurrence of him and Tomura being regressed at the same time for any worries like that to be forgotten. Oboro doesn't play favorites and makes that abundantly clear from the start. If one gets something, then so does the other. It helps that both boys seem to fall within the same regression range as well. Their first "sniffing each other through the door" regression session consisting of getting them both comfortable on a cozy blanket pallet in front of the TV and putting on some baby sensory videos for them to doze off to, bottles of chocolate milk and vanilla milk given to the correct baby (because Oboro has his little ones' personal preferences down pat!). Hizashi even helps make sure things go well, which means the world to Oboro. He brings Tomura his stuffed bunny before settling down next to Shouta, sitting criss-cross applesauce as he hands him his Chococat and pulls him into his lap for a hug—an act that Oboro finds endearing of not a little overprotective.

Although this brings us to the fact that there is one little piece of the puzzle that Kurogiri really, really should have connected sooner. And that is that he doesn't have two babies on his hands, but three. As it turns out, Hizashi was filling a cg role for Shouta like he had thought—on occasion, that is, when Nemuri wasn't available. Other times however, he was filling the role of playmate! While Oboro is a bit hurt that Hizashi would keep that from him for as long as he did, he can understand why. Regressing wasn't something Hizashi did before, and it was something he was trying to do less of after they lost Nemuri (at his own detriment). Plus it wasn't as if he was hiding it totally! In hindsight he realizes Hizashi had been middlespacing a lot as if to test the waters. He was good at getting on Shouta's level (and later Tomura's) because he was close to it himself! Oboro can see now that he's been playing the part of his little helper more than that of his fellow cg. Though Hizashi is the master of maintaining a persona, even he can't always hide those little slips. Everything clicks into place during one such little slip when they are having playtime that he notices the blonde's fidgety fingers, the longing look he is giving to the blocks the other two are playing with, the way he chews at his bottom lip as if to distract himself from wanting more than he thinks he deserves. And Kurogiri can relate to that feeling of wanting more but needing permission. Tentatively he finds himself ruffling Hizashi's hair, afraid he might be making a mistake with the way he tenses up but pushing forward regardless. Low voice quietly telling him Go on, why don't you play too? I think they would like that. It's okay, you know. Those words being all the encouragement Hizashi truly needed to let go, to go somewhere decidedly smaller. And Oboro takes in all the subtle and not-so-subtle changes, like the way his words run together and the way he bounces in place. Falling in that toddlerspace range means he's a lot more high energy than Tomura or Shouta, but Kurogiri knows he can handle it.

Three babies spells trouble for poor, poor Oboro however. Not that they always regress at the same time (though it turns out it's rare that Hizashi and Shouta don't regress at the same time), but when they do? Trouble. So much trouble. It's the Hizashi factor. Because Tomura and Shouta? Sleepy babies 85% of the time, no troublemaking there. It's when Hizashi gets thrown into the mix that great incidents of baby mischief occur. Shouta is always eager to follow his lead, and it's only too easy to get Tomura swept up in their infectious chaos. Really, it's hard for Oboro not to get caught up too...until he remembers that he's the adult here and that they probably really shouldn't be cramming Hizashi full of crayons. Kurogiri can only watch in a horror-filled fascination for several seconds while Hizashi devours the crayons paper wrapper and all as he gives his review of the flavor (much to the amusement of the other two) before his brain catches back up to him, but the short timespan is enough for several more crayons to disappear. Razzle Dazzle Rose and Screamin' Green being the latest two additions to Hizashi's stomach, the former apparently being "way more nummy". Tomura is already handing him another to try (Robin Egg Blue, this time) and Shouta is shoving the box of 120 (more like 100) crayons under his shirt by the time Kurogiri is crouched beside them with a handkerchief and the gentle instruction to spit it out, please. All that earns him is a stubborn little boy shaking his head no, his attempts to convince him only causing him to chew faster and swallow the colorful wax anyways. He is (rightfully) appalled when he then proceeds to stick his tongue out scramble away with a laugh. It takes little convincing to get Shouta to give him the box so he can count just how many crayons are missing, as the four fingers Tomura held up at his question seem unlikely. Given that he counts a remaining 89 crayons, the resulting belly ache is no surprise, nor is the rainbow barf that colors the living room floor. The day ends with a trip to Recovery Girl's office that no one is particularly proud of, but mistakes are only human (and no longer a punishable offense for poor Kurogiri).

While there may be more bumps in the road that may or may not involve eating crayons, returning to caregiving and finding his footing there only leads to Oboro putting more of his life back together and moving forward the best he can. He is still navigating the harsh reality of what happened to him while building those vital relationships that remind him why everything will be okay, that he isn't alone in the dark any longer. Nor does he ever have to be again, the gentle warmth of living seeping into the spaces all around him in his new life. Taking the form of the delicate scents that waft up while he folds Tomura's softest onesies that smell like the Dreft they were washed in. Or of the way Shouta's cat knows just when to rub up against his leg with a purr when he needs a bit of grounding in reality. Or of the Legos that Hizashi has left scattered across the coffee table that cover up some paperwork for his radio show. All of these things makes his life feel comfortably lived in for the first time in a long time, rather than the constant, cold distance and apathy he was forced to maintain. His heart can finally breathe again and seek the connections that bring him so much comfort. Though he has lost much he has also gained plenty, and while it isn't easy he wouldn't change his circumstances. There are still a lot of things Kurogiri is working on of course, but at least he can say he is working on them with those that he cares about most in this world.

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Been thinking about how Shouta and Hizashi probably start middlespacing around each other a lot during down time. Like weekly staff meetings about mundane things—that really could've been an email—that are getting too boring? Zashi is suddenly too antsy to sit still, leans over and starts (loudly) whispering plans to his number one co-conspirator of baby crimes for their latest and greatest scheme. And instead of brushing him off Shou nods along, going from diligently taking notes to chewing on his pen, thinking no one will notice if he slips just a little more since they sit in the back anyways.

The addition of Nemuri to this equation only causes them to slip further, as all it takes is their big sis gently getting onto them once to make them feel even smaller; it doesn't help that she's the one presenting the info this week. A simple "boys, 1 2 3 eyes on me" as she pauses her presentation and suddenly they freeze, stopping whatever baby crime was in motion as they look at her with wide, innocent eyes, knowing they've been caught. They'll behave for the rest of the meeting, but Nemuri knows she'll have some rambunctious babies to handle later.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Kayama Nemuri | Midnight & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Family Dynamics, Little Aizawa Shouta, Little Yamada Hizashi, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Platonic Relationships, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff without Plot Summary:

When Aizawa Shouta walks up to the door to his apartment, he’s thirty years old, but he doesn’t know that this won’t be the case for long.

His friends have other plans for him.

He's okay with that.

(Someone requested this fic literally almost a year ago...but hey, it’s done now!)

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Regressor!Aizawa Headcanons

(with cg!Yamada)

Aizawa has always used regression as a coping mechanism to help him balance out his bad days. Whether those "bad days" entail dealing with things like sensory overload, chronic pain (from old injuries, migraines, etc.), or just generally low mental health, that didn't matter—what mattered was spending time being small made it easier. After the USJ incident and the injuries he sustained there however, there is a noticeable uptick in his number of bad days. And with that naturally comes an increase in the number of times his bad days coincide with his regression days. It isn't impossible to manage by any means, but Hizashi definitely has his work cut out for him.

It always starts out with something seemingly simple, which is why it's important to manage everything the best it can be beforehand. They've been in cahoots long enough that Hizashi is well-aware of Shouta's triggers, and oftentimes will try and either help him avoid situations or manage them (taking it of course as a case by case basis), depending on whatever Shouta wants to do. Because Shouta isn't helpless after all, and can manage just fine on his own but the extra help is appreciated when he needs it. And most days he's alright, but if a monkey wrench gets thrown in at the wrong time, well...it's not great by any means. What's more is that he's stubborn, so Hizashi is careful about extending a helping hand, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

Sometimes these "monkey wrenches" are painfully obvious. He's already having a flare-up in his elbow and his thoughts keep straying somewhere darker that definitely isn't the gym. Specifically gym Gamma, where he's training his already notoriously loud class when something comes up and he's suddenly in charge of 1B too. With all the extra shouting, explosions, flashing lights, and who could forget those ever-annoying florescent gym lights? Certainly not him. It doesn't take long before the tell-tale agitation that preludes an episode of sensory overload starts to settle in. And before he knows it he's dropping too. He tries closing his eyes and rubbing at them, tries covering his ears, just tries to shut it all out. Fortunately, Hizashi happened to drop by to mess with him since it was his free period, though once he catches Shouta doing these things any joking around is shelved for later and he steps in.

None of the students seemed to have noticed Shouta's distress, too wrapped up in training—he'll have to discuss situational awareness with the little listeners later, but Hizashi has other priorities. Like getting Shouta back to a point where everything isn't too much. After sending a quick text to get Nemuri to come cover the class, he quietly asks Shouta if he can touch him. Getting confirmation that he can, Hizashi gently pulls his hands down and away from his eyes, replacing them with his own sunglasses. It isn't as perfect as an eyemask would be, but it definitely helps (maybe even moreso despite how illogical that seems, but there's something to be said about knowing the glasses are Hizashi's and that it will be okay soon because Zashi has him). He's also quick to give him his headphones to block out the unwanted noise. By the time Nemuri arrives he's about as ready as he can be for the walk across campus back to the teacher's dorms.

Once there, Hizashi makes sure to help him get comfortable; changes him into his softest clothes and gets him a sippy filled with water, things like that since the biggest part was getting him out of the environment that triggered the sensory issues. Shouta doesn't give up the sunglasses or headphones right away though, and is quick to start self-soothing by playing with and tugging on his hair. It's a habit he's had for years, and usually it's harmless but given his heightened anxiety he might accidentally hurt himself. So Hizashi redirects him to one of his sensory toys to help ground him, and to help him reacquaint himself with his "normal" sensory levels. It takes about an hour for the panicky "too much" feelings to start to abate, and another thirty minutes after that for him to decide he no longer wants the headphones (the sunglasses he's keeping until further notice, which Hizashi assures him is a-okay—whatever he needs, you know?).

After the fun combo of anxiety attack and sensory overload, it kind of goes without saying that Shouta is a clingy baby now that all the excess negative energy has melted out of him; he's still feeling very small and there's a general sort of confusion that he can't quite place, a sense of feeling off-balance almost. Not only does he need the reassurance that someone is there, but also needs the company to keep out his bad thoughts. The kind that, when compounded with all the noise as flashes earlier, make him feel so yucky. The kind that are too big for him when he's so small. And the kind that can only be driven away by the soothing rumble of his Zashi reading to him in the special soft voice meant only for him on days like these when he needs it most.

And before he realizes it, Shouta is fast asleep, successfully trapping Hizashi in place next to him as he drools on his chest. Hizashi is quick to accept his fate—it's far from the first time he's been drooled on and it certainly won't be the last. Besides, a nap will do him some good and there's no way he's going to risk waking him up, except maybe to finally take back the sunglasses that are pressed into his face in a way that cannot be comfortable. Gives him plenty of time to plan his next move too, like what he can make for dinner that won't be bad for Shouta texture-wise but that he can also make one-handed (because he's well aware that his hand is forfeit to the baby for the next 24 hour period).

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I just wanted to make sure you guys knew some things!

I only check my inbox like once a day, and it usually takes me between a couple hours and a week to write a response. So I probably won't be able to write anything in time to help anybody with anything urgent.

Also, I don't want to get overwhelmed, so please check to see if I'm accepting requests before you send something in!

Thank you. ^^

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Tantrum

CG!Present Mic/Little!Reader

warnings: people being mad and yelling (not at each other), crying, mentions of punishment (Hizashi says he won't punish you when you're worried he will)

The crayon snaps in your fist, and your lip wobbles. Then they press together in a hard line.

Hizashi looks up when you make a small frustrated sound. He crosses the room, bending down next to you. "Oh, hey, you broke a crayon, huh? That's okay, we have more."

But you just look down at the crayon in your fist. It broke because you were holding it like a toddler, and because you were pressing so hard on your coloring page.

"It's not okay," you whisper. Both of your hands are balled into fists and you're starting to curl in on yourself.

"Oh, woah, hey hey hey," Hizashi says, hands waving around. He puts his hand on your back, and you can both feel how you're shaking. "What's up? What's wrong?"

You just whimper, a sound that starts out sad and turns frustrated.

Hizashi rubs your back soothingly, since you haven't pushed him off yet. "Can you use your words, sweetheart?"

"I'm mad," you whisper. The admission scares you, and you curl tighter in on yourself, trying to hold it all in.

"It's okay, baby. Do you think you can talk about it?"

You shake your head. Your teeth feel stuck together with how hard you're gritting them. "No. I wanna scream. I wanna yell and hit things and and...but I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because! You'll be mad at me. You'll punish me for being bad!"

Hizashi stands up, trying to pull you with him. When you resist, staying curled in a ball on the floor, he lets go. "Sweetheart, I promise I won't be mad at you. I won't punish you for showing your feelings."

This time when he tugs on your arm, you let yourself be uncurled, and you stand up, even if you're a little hunched over.

"Come with me." He takes your hand and leads you into a room you've hardly been in--his soundproofed studio. He shuts the door behind you, then turns to you with a smile. "Go on. Scream!"

You start to curl up again. "I dunno if I can," you whisper. "I'm scared."

"You can do it! Just start talking, and then get louder." He stands next to you, his hand on your back.

So you try. At first, it comes out as a whisper. "I'm mad."

Then a speaking tone. "I'm mad because I broke my crayon."

A little louder. "And my drawing came out bad because I pressed too hard."

You're not shouting yet, but you're getting there. "And all the pages under it are going to have lines on them!"

"You're doing great!" Hizashi says, nodding enthusiastically. The sight of his smiling face calms your anxiety enough to get even louder.

"And that dog scared me earlier! It was really big and it smelled gross and I was scared! I don't like being scared!"

"There you go!" Hizashi cheers.

Then you really let loose. Now you're screaming, pouring out all your fears and anger out into the cushioned room, all the unfairness of the world, all the things you hate and love so much you hate to lose, everything built up inside you that you've been scared to let out.

Through it all, Hizashi's hand is a anchor on your back, firm pressure. He's not leaving, he's not scared or mad at you. He's not going to punish you.

By the end, your voice has turned into sobs, and you fall to your knees. Hizashi follows you more slowly, kneeling next to you. "Now that was a tantrum," he says, approvingly.

You nod, wiping your eyes and nose on your sleeve.

Hizashi pulls you into his arms, standing up with you. "Let's get you a snack and some juice and a nap," he says, voice going soft. You smile a little, in a tired way. You feel exhausted, but so, so much better.

"Thank you," you whisper hoarsely against his chest.

Hizashi smiles down at you. "Of course, little one. Any time you need to scream, just let me know!"

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i need some comfort from cg aizawa right now

I just had a panic attack and don't wanna get out of my room, i wanna be little and make bracelets and customize my pacis

I think i just need some assurance (idk how to write) that i'm not a bother or annoyint

please and thank you!

Aizawa wraps you in his arms. "You could never be a bother, little one. And many things in this world are annoying...but you are not one of them."

He holds you tightly for a long moment, silently comforting you, then lets go. "Panic attacks are hard on your body. I'll get you a snack and a drink." He picks you up and puts you down on your bed. "You can stay right here, I'll be right back."

He comes back in a few moments with a sippy cup full of warm milk and some cookies on a plate. He hands them to you, then sits next to you. "Okay, eat that, and then you can make me a bracelet."

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Self Care for Little Fluffs

snuggle up with lots of blankets tiny one, it’ll be okay, gather up some stuffies until you feel safe and warm

have a big drink baby, it can be water, juice or flavoured milk, whatever your favourite is! would you like it in a special sippy or bottle?

let’s put on a comfort movie: sad teeny ones deserve to watch their favourites and to feel happy

other things for upset tots are: yummy snacks and sweet treats, working on some hobbies you lov, filling in a page in your journal; maybe you could fill a page with how you’re feeling?

but above all else, remember that you are so so loved and it’ll all be okay little fluff!

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hii ... can i have a CG shiggy or CG hawks when their little is having a hard time? like they come home and the house is all messy and the little is there sad and they comfort the little?

When you hear the door open, you look up guiltily from where you can been watching TV, giving a glance around the disaster zone of the room. You'd regressed this morning but you weren't having very much fun with it--nothing seemed fun. So you'd pulled out every toy and played with it for a few minutes, every book and flipped through it for a few minutes, and every snack and eaten a few bites, before getting bored of all of them.

So the house is...a bit of a mess. And now your caregiver is home.

Usually you'd jump up and run excitedly to see Shigaraki, yelling his name and tackling him with a hug. But today, the way you approach him is more like slinking. Your hug is a lot more subdued, and a lot more clingy.

He hugs you back, careful as always to keep his pinkies from touching you. "What's up, kid?" he rasps, confused but not mad...yet.

You bury your face in his chest, sniffling slightly as you wait for him to see the mess.

You feel him look up. "...Huh," is all he says. He still doesn't sound mad. "Looks like you had a fun day."

You shake your head, face still buried. "Huh-uh," you mumble. "Nothin was fun."

"Ahhh," Shigaraki says, and you can feel him nod. "One of those days. I hate those." Now he sounds a little mad. "And we have to destroy the things we hate..."

You get a little bit scared, even though you know he's not mad at you. "How?"

"Cuddles," he growls in his villain voice, and you surprise yourself with a giggle.

He bends down a little bit, putting his hands under your butt to pick you up. You wrap your arms around his neck. He walks you both over to the couch, finding a clear space to sit down with you.

"What about da mess, Shiggy?" You don't really want to get up and clean, but not instead of that being because you're sad, now it's because you feel too safe and comfortable to move.

He shrugs. "Eh, it's not that bad. We can clean up later, I guess. Or we could call Kurogiri and see if he would clean it up for us..."

"We should help him," you decide.

Shigaraki sighs. "Yeah, I guess. Such a responsible little kiddo." He ruffles your hair.

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Hi baby, how have you been? Are you feeling okay? Eating fine? Sorry for all the questions, Papa's just doing a quick check up. Have you been doing your homework? Need a hug? A plushie, maybe? Remember that you can tell Papa anything, okay? I'm always going to listen and try to help you no matter what.

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Can I have my CG Aizawa comfort day during a low mental health day. Regress to 2-5, mostly 3 years old. Calls me little one. With platonic cuddling. They/Them pronouns. Please and thank you.

Aizawa hugs you, holding your head against his chest with one hand, his other hand rubbing your back. "Not doing so well today, huh? It's okay," he says, his voice rumbling through his chest into yours.

He holds you for a long moment, then lets go, guiding you over to the couch. He gently sits you down, pulling a blanket down off the back of the couch to wrap around you. "Wait right here, little one. I'll be right back, I promise."

True to his word, he leaves the room and then only a few moments later is back with a large gray tabby cat. He dumps him on your lap. "Sushi, be nice to my little one," he tells the cat, as if he can understand. "They're having a bad day."

He nods at you, as if to repeat his earlier statement about being right back, then leaves again. You can hear him in the kitchen, using the microwave. This time when he comes back, he has your favorite sippy cup. Instead of just handing it to you, he takes your hands, making sure they're securely wrapped around both the handles. "It shouldn't be too hot, but be careful," he says quietly.

When you take a drink, it's warm milk with honey, perfectly warming up your insides, comforting and soothing.

The cat on your lap has settled down, starting to purr as your little hands pat his fur.

Aizawa sinks onto the couch next to you, picking up the remote. He puts on your favorite cartoon, then pulls you close, stroking your hair. "It'll be okay, little one. Just relax and let the bad times pass."

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I'm feeling kind of lonely and down. Can I have some reassurance from CG Aizawa?

Aizawa slowly cracks open one eye, then the other. He yawns. "Of course," he mumbles.

He shifts around in his sleeping bag to sit up, then unzips it just enough to stick one arm out. He pats the couch next to him.

When you sit down, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you against the fluffy yellow sleeping bag he's still wrapped in. It's very comfortable to rest your head against his padded shoulder.

For a moment, he just quietly sits with you, until you think he might have fallen back asleep. But he hasn't, and soon you hear his deep, scratchy voice. "I'm sorry you're feeling down. Is there anyone you can reach out to? There might be some people who are very happy to hear from you."

You feel him move, his other arm shifting around in the sleeping bag. Then it emerges from the sleeping bag too. At first you think he's holding one of his gross jelly pouches, but when he hands it to you, it's not. It's a juicebox. "Here."

He watches you to make sure you can get the straw into the box. As you drink, he speaks again. "Sometimes things are hard, but I know you can do hard things."

When you finish the juice box, the cushy sleeping bag and his warm arm around you is making you just as sleepy as him. You yawn, then he yawns, and then you both yawn at the same time. You giggle, and he smiles.

You cuddle into his side, and when you look up at his face, his eyes are closed again. So you close your eyes, too, and before you know it you're both asleep.

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For now, I'm just answering asks as characters! I still have a list of all the requests for headcanons and fics sent in, and I might still get them done someday. Sorry about that!

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Okay, noted! I think I'll redo my pinned post and ask people to give me a little more information.