Hey everyone. Still alive here. Just exhausted and everything so I apologize for the lack of updates. People are freaking out again and it's causing me to work more and not leaving a lot of time to write anything. Mostly because I'm wore out. I hope you all can forgive me!

Tomura stuck close to Izuku considering the last time he was in town he almost got raped by an older man. Izuku held his hand as they strolled through the part of the city that he had been when Tomura was turned into a little boy. It didn't look so bad during the day but after they ate and waited around, it looked worse. The kind of people that were coming out were shady looking and Tomura's grip on Izuku tightened the darker it got.

"You ok?" the wanna be hero whispered.

"Yea, I'm fine and thrilled to be here."

He didn't sound to sarcastic but more afraid than anything. Izuku couldn't really blame him.

Tomura Shigaraki was a vicious villain with no regard for human life but at this state he was just like him. Quirkless- unable to defend himself well. He knew very well what that was like since Katsuki Bakugou gave him those kind of lessons early on in life. He looked down at the black hair that was messy from their walk through the bad side of the town.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

The tiny villain looked up at Izuku to see the determination on his face. Even if it just a moment, he felt safe with the green haired teenager. This boy was dead serious and it was enough to make him relax.

Time passed by quickly and it was getting later and later with no sign of the woman. Izuku was beginning to wonder if Tomura had forgotten her yet or maybe he couldn't remember her because of the quirk. Was his memory loss going to be random? He chewed his lip wondering what would happen if he really forgot everything until the moment he woke up as a child with no adult memory or mentality.

Would he have to stay with me? I would have to protect him from everyone. I would literally have to hide him from the world because All for One would know what he looked like as a child. He would find out and probably take him back.

He started to fill up with random panic.

"I think that woman looks familiar..." Tomura said loudly so he could hear him.

"Which one?" Izuku asked looking around.

"The one in a black dress on the arm of some asshole that looks like a snake."

Izuku's eyes landed on a woman that looked about thirty at least with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. She had on a pair of pink gloves that matched her black and pink dress that looked a little too tight for her body and it looked uncomfortable.

"You sure?"

"I don't see why anyone else would wear the fucking gloves. Did she really look like that when I picked her up?"

The teenage boy snorted. She wasn't ugly but it wouldn't have been his first choice in the women he had seen tonight. Alcohol really change people's ability to think and see right.

"She doesn't look that bad."

Tomura rolled his eyes.

"How do we get her attention?" the villain asked.

"I have an idea!"

Izuku picked him up quickly making him yelp and ran for her.

"Mom! MOM!"

A few women turned around but not the woman they wanted to turn around.

"MOM!" Tomura screamed, joining in the embarrassing act.

Finally the woman turned to stare at them. Tomura did his best to give her a murderous look but it didn't fit his child like face. The snake looking guy backed away the woman.

"You didn't tell me you had brats."

"She also didn't tell you her fucking quirk turns you into a fucking child!"

The woman's eyes widened as she stared at them. The snake guy disappeared into the club leaving the three of them alone. People passed by giving them weird looks.

"What the fuck! You couldn't even leave me a fucking note!?"

"Can we go somewhere else?" she hissed.

"Are you going to change into something that doesn't make you look like you're a fat teenager at prom!" Tomura snapped becoming angry.

The woman's face changed to anger itself before making a sigh. Izuku's face turned pink and he looked away. He didn't want to be in the middle of this.

After a quiet walk to a gas station with a seating area, Izuku was nice enough to buy everyone a drink and Tomura a cheese stick and an apple. Tomura bit into it angrily, staring down the woman like his looks would kill her. She looked uncomfortable enough as it was and Izuku tried to offer her a big smile but she could barely look at them. Her eyes were watery like she wanted to cry and he didn't blame her.

"So, what's your name?" Izuku asked, "It was hard to find you."

She took a sip of her drink.

"Aimi Ito."

"Ah."

Tomura rolled his eyes.

"So, what does he have to do to become big again?" Izuku asked, not wanting to waste time.

"What are your real names?" Aimi asked.

"I think that would be best if you didn't know," Izuku said with a serious look on his face.

Tomura arched an eyebrow at the teenager but he didn't question him.

"F-fine."

Silence fell between them again.

I can't have her finding out who Shigaraki is... If something happens and he attacks, he can be linked to me and that wouldn't be good.

"How do I get this bullshit to disappear?" he asked looking annoyed.

"My quirk is Second Chance. It gives someone a second chance to make different choices in their lives. Their memories are supposed to be erased as they get smaller but it seems that didn't happen?" she questioned.

"No, but I am forgetting things now."

"That's odd."

She scratched her head. She looked like she was at a loss for words.

"What do we do now?" Izuku asked, "He can't stay like this forever- well... again."

"I've seen it where the child makes the choice to do something that is drastic from what they normally would. If they're good, then they must perform something either outside of their nature or some evil. Even if something as simple as shop lifting can break it. If the person is evil, they can perform a morally neutral act or something heroic."

"So... what about the growth rate?"

"It depends."

"I grew like two inches..."

"What did you do before that?" she asked looking curious.

"I..."

Tomura wrinkled his nose.

I did his fucking homework. Good acts cause growth... ugh...

"I would rather not mention."

Aimi arched an eyebrow. Izuku didn't say anything as it made them look more... suspicious.

"So the more heroic or villainous the act the more growth is produced?" Izuku asked.

"Kind of. It depends on the mind set of the person. If they truly desire to return to normal then it will work faster along with someone else reminding them of their own memories. But if they truly wanted a redo as a child then they will grow normally all over again. There's a time limit though- twenty days. It may be different for you with your memories in tact somewhat. In order to redo you must forget."

The two boys stared at each other before looking at her.

"Well, thanks Aimi. You might want to keep your gloves on next time though..." Izuku said giving her an awkward laugh.

"Yea, I'll be sure to do that."

Tomura finished off his cheese stick and threw the wrapper away.

"You really are a cute kid. If you wanted a redo this would be your chance."

He stared at her.

"What the fuck makes you say that?" he snapped.

"You and I were both drunk at a hotel. You gave me a fake ass name like Morty and we don't remember too much. What would have led you to a club like that in the first place? Wouldn't you want to start over?"

"Morty? You picked Morty as an alias?" Izuku asked with a stupid smile on his face.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"You haven't found anything worth starting over for? Anything that made you happier than before?"

Tomura's mind flickered over to Inko giving him pancakes. To her hugs. To Izuku taking him to the park.

"N-no!"

Aimi said nothing as she smiled and stood up.

"Night boys and good luck."

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Izuku and Tomura sat on the couch in silence for a while that night. They watched TV to numb their minds. Neither one of them had anything to say about anything they learned. In a weird way, Izuku wanted this to last a little bit longer. He had grown to love Tomura like he was his little brother... even with the horrendous language he had. His mom really liked him too.

He knew it was short lived anyways but a small part of him hoped for something that seemed impossible.

And it was.

After a while, Izuku laid down and fell asleep. The tiny villain looked over at the sleeping teenager. His mind stayed blank unable to think of anything. The words Aimi had said before they left rang in his mind loud and clear. It was like she knew of who he really was and the stuff he had experienced lately. Her words ate at him.

It wasn't like he hadn't thought of it before...

He looked at the TV.

This is ridiculous.

The villain glanced at the sleeping boy beside of him.

I'm tired.

Izuku turned over letting out a small snore before his breathing evened out.

I guess it was a good thing I didn't kill him the first night.

He took deep breath and crawled over to Izuku's side. He wedged himself into the teenager's side and the couch, taking a deep breath.

I miss Hana. I wonder if our age gap would've been bigger, if this is what it would've been like. If Mom would've made pancakes. Made me a bubble bath.

Tears pricked at his eyes.

Of course I would remember that shit. None of that would ever go away. Just a fucking crappy reminder of how horrible of a person I am.

He smacked his forehead against Izuku's chest without thinking when he felt an arm around his shoulders.

"Goodnight little guy," Izuku murmured in his sleep and he went back to snoring lightly.

Tomura closed his eyes tight and buried his face in Izuku's chest, hoping sleep took him quickly.