Aizawa pinched his nose as he sighed, before asking, "So let me get this straight. Shinsou, Midoriya, and you two, were patrolling. A child was lost and Shinsou tried to help him, and the child accidentally used his quirk on him. Midoriya panicked, tried to separate the two, and ended up getting hit by the child's quirk."

Uraraka and Todoroki nodded.

"And you happened to find a smaller Problem Child and a seven or eight year old-ish Shinsou?"

"Well.. we thought it was Shinsou. He was wearing Shinsou's hero outfit that was way too big for him, and his hair is equally purple and fluffy." Uraraka replied.

"And the mother said that the quirk will wear off in a few days, two weeks at most?"

The two students nodded.

Aizawa sighed again.

Why was it always my problem children? He thought as Yaoyorozu made clothes for Shinsou, while Aizawa raided Midoriya's dorm room and grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants.

Right. Cause they won't be problem children if they didn't get into trouble.

Midoriya groggily opened his eyes. He felt sore all over, and he was sure it wasn't from accidentally getting suffocated by the Slime Monster, or Yagi using his quirk to save Bakugou from the villain he caused the hero to drop.

"I can't simply say you can be a hero without a quirk. It's good to dream, but they have to be realistic."

Those words still stung.

"Why don't you pray for a quirk in your next life, and take a swan dive off the roof?!"

Ha. Even his best friend thought he was better off dead.

He sat up and curiously examined his surroundings. He was wearing a shirt that said "Shirt" on it, and a black pair od sweatpants. There was a door to his right, and what he assumed to be another bed on his left was partitioned by some sheets.

He heard a faint whimper coming from the partitioned bed, and Midoriya carefully stood up, making his way to the other bed and pulling the curtains aside gently.

He found a small child, with purple hair, fluffed up in all directions, wearing a dark blue shirt and black shorts. The child was curled up in a ball, hugging himself as he unconsciously tried to appear as small as possible, as if he was trying to avoid being hit or hiding from something.

Midoriya's heart went out to the boy. He recognised that feeling. He was quirkless. He had gotten bullied a lot, and often did the same in order to minimise the damage done, and curled in on himself, using his own limited body warmth as a source of comfort.

The boy's eyes shot open, and he let out a pitiful whimper, wiping his eyes, before realising that Midoriya was standing by his bed, looking at him.

He tensed up, and scooted into a corner of the bed, as far as he could get without falling off, before looking at Midoriya emotionlessly.

"Are you okay?" Midoriya blurted out, "I'm sorry I heard noises and I got curious and I know I shouldn't have peeked cause the partition is here for a reason and I couldn't help myself ..."

Midoriya kept rambling on and on, not knowing that with every word he said, the child calmed down more.

He's nicer than the exploding yellow haired guy for sure...

"But... are you sure you're okay?" Midoriya asked again once he exhausted his endless supply of apologies.

The child looked at him, confused.

He's asking if I'm okay?

The kid gave a cautious nod, signing, I'm fine.

It then occured to the child that Midoriya might not know sign language, but that worry faded when Midoriya gave a small smile, "Whew. You're okay."

Midoriya furrowed his brows, "Is your throat okay? Are you... mute?"

The kid shook his head, before hesitantly signing, I'm not supposed to talk without permission.

Midoriya blinked.

WHAT?!

Whoever decided that this kid wasn't allowed to freely speak his mind was horrible. He himself has his horrible word vomit problem, and even though his class loved to make fun of him for it, or Bakugou blowing him up, they never forced him to keep his mouth shut since young.

"Forget about that. If you wanna speak, then speak. It's fine."

The child looked up at Midoriya, shocked, blinking as he tried to process his words.

"I... can speak...?"

"Mhm! Of course you can, um... OH MY GOD I NEVER ASKED YOUR NAME MY NAME IS MIDORIYA IZUKU I'M SORRY I WAS SO RUDE TO NOT INTRODUCE MYSELF FIRST..." Midoriya screeched, internally berating himself for being rude to the child.

His rambling was cut off when he heard the child reply softly, "Hitoshi. Shinsou Hitoshi."

"That's a nice -"

Shinsou visibly tensed up when Midoriya's eyes glazed over and he stopped speaking.

No no no no no...

He used quirk by accident.

The first person who was ever nice to him in his entire life, and he accidentally brainwashed him.

Midoriya was going to hate him now.

Shinsou desperately tried to release his quirk, but was unable to do so in his panic.

"Uh... flicked yourself lightly..." Shinsou bleakly ordered. That was the only other way Shinsou knew how to get others out from under the effects of his quirk.

"Ow..." Midoriya rubbed his head after he completed the action, "A speech activated brainwashing quirk, huh?"

Shinsou just curled in on himself.

Now he's gonna day I'm creepy and weird and my quirk is for villains and -

"That's so cool!"

Shinsou snapped his head upwards, looking at Midoriya in complete bewilderment.

"Imagine! You can order villains to release hostages, or stop people from doing silly things, with no collateral damage! I mean.. if you want to be a hero, if you don't wanna then -"

"I... want to be a hero... but ... everyone..." Shinsou choked in his own words, and he teared up. He hastily wiped his tears away, and sniffed, "... everyone says ... I should be a villain..."

Midoriya's heart broke. This poor kid's dream had been shattered at such a young age. He carefully manoeuvred himself so he was sitting beside Shinsou, and rubbed his back gently. Shinsou let him do so, and sniffled because Midoriya wasn't mad at him for using his villainous quirk on him by accident.

"Don't listen to them. As long as you want to be a hero, you can be one."

Shinsou shook his head. He once believed in those words, right until his got his quirk. "You... don't understand...You ... you have an awesome quirk... right? That's why... you can say... things like that.."

"I'm quirkless. I want to be a hero too, but everyone says I can't be one and mocks me for it. I... met my favourite hero... and even he said that I can't be a hero without a quirk..." Midoriya trailed off, and Shinsou just looked so surprised that he was quirkless. Even he knew how rare it was for someone in their generation to be born quirkless.

"I understand exactly how you feel. I still want to be a hero. I'm not going to give up anytime soon, so don't give up too, okay Shinsou? We can both be heroes."

Shinsou just cried even harder because someone believed that he could be a hero with that villainous quirk of his.

He didn't know why he did it, but Midoroya pulled Shinsou in for a hug. Shinsou didn't protest, and leaned into the hug. Midoriya didn't care that the younger boy was getting his shirt wet with tears, all he wanted was this kid, who had also suffered from discrimination and hate for his quirk, to finally be happy and free from the restrains that had been forced upon him.

It took a while for Shinsou to stop crying, and Midoriya got up to give the boy some space. The boy clearly looked exhausted if the bags under his eyes said anything, and the crying fit certainly didn't help. Shinsou instead shyly tugged on his shirt, not wanting the first person who was ever nice to him to leave. It was selfish of him, yes, but could you blame the seven year old?

Midoroya certainly didn't. He accepted the silent request, and Shinsou leaned against Midoriya's side, before he ended up falling asleep, clinging to his shirt tightly.

Midoriya was tired as well. He didn't expect Shinsou to take the fact that he was quirkless so well, and the nervousness and worry that he might be pushed away yet again seeped out of him, leaving him exhausted as the strain leaked out of his shoulders, slouching slightly.

He didn't have the heart to disturb the sleeping boy to make jim let go of his shirt, so he carefully laid down on Shinsou's bed, manoeuvring Shinsou carefully so as to not wake the sleeping child. He was sure his brain was clouded by exhaustion as he gently wrapped his arms around Shinsou, before drifting to sleep.

Aizawa had to resist the urge to sigh again.

Bakugou, Uraraka, Asui and Iida had visited the de-aged duo alongside Aizawa. Bakugou would deal with the fourteen yer old Midoriya, and the other three were supposed to deal with the seven year old Shinsou (Shuzenji had confirmed their ages, but the exact date and time they were reduced to were unknown).

Shinsou had been awake. Aizawa knew that Shinsou had insomnia and was never able to sleep properly at night (He admitted it when Aizawa found him in the kitchen at 3 in the morning one too many times). There were reasons why he just fell asleep by his table during lunch, or was sometimes found sleeping on the sofa in the common room for absolutely no reason with a book in his hands or his phone on his lap.

Uraraka, Asui and Iida had tried to talk to Shinsou, but the child had refused to say a single word, using sign language (that only Aizawa understood but he was busy talking to Shuzenji), and flinching every time either of them got near. Bakugou had seen that Midoriya was still sleep, and began questioning Shinsou harshly (and angrily). The poor child looked like wanted to jump out of the window beside him just to escape from Bakugou's swears and yelling.

Bakugou accidentally let out a few explosions, and startled Shinsou so badly that he jumped and fell right off the bed onto the floor. Shuzenji had practically chased them out of the room because Bakugou ended up arguing with Uraraka and they bumped into Midoriya's bed. Shinsou had ended up crawling under his bed to hide, and according to one very exasperated Shuzenji, he refused to come out and she had to wait for a good half an hour until he fell asleep again, sitting on the floor and under the bed, before she could move him back to the bed.

So when Aizawa was checking on the two children again, alone this time, he had panicked internally when Problem Child wasn't on the bed. He had no idea where Shuzenji was, and he hastily pulled the curtains to Shinsou's partitioned bed aside to check on his other not so problematic but still problematic Problem Child 2.

He didn't know what to expect.

Shinsou sleeping on the ground if he fell off the bed again? Maybe.

Him hiding under the bed again? Probably.

He was not expecting to see Midoriya lying on Shinsou's bed, fast asleep, his head lying on one arm as the other was wrapped around the smaller boy. He was not expecting to see Shinsou clinging onto Midoriya's shirt, lying comfortably in the crook of the older boy's arm, sleeping peacefully with tear tracks running down his face. He certainly wasn't expecting both of them to be so at ease, the expressions on their face relaxed, as they slept peacefully and quietly without a cre to the rest of the world.

If Aizawa didn't know better, he would have thought that Shinsou was Midoriya's younger brother.

He quickly snapped a picture of the sleeping duo. Shinsou was cheeky sometimes and maybe he wanted to embarrass him alongside Midoriya when they were both being troublesome.

Totally not because he found it really cute and endearing, he told himself.