bakerstreet | when we were young

[Can play either role, would love to be aged down though!]

[The result of a quirk, perhaps!]

[ Would you like her to find bby Denki or would you like him to find teenage Nemuri... or both? C: ]

[God, I'm so torn. On the one hand, Midnight's maternal side is precious, but then again how can I deny the chance to have Kaminari flirt with teenaged Midnight???

I can't. Let's go with teen Nemuri, maybe, who is hanging out on U.A.'s campus while waiting for the quirk to wear off? It's up to you if she has her adult memories or not!]

[ This meme is so difficult right?? But alright, going with teen Nemuri! c: ]

[ Getting hit with an age-reversal Quirk was definitely going to make her list of "Top Ten Oddest Things to Happen to Me on the Job", but she'd actually have to remember that she was a Pro Hero for that to happen.

So Nemuri had been hit with a villain's Quirk that somehow de-aged her back to her teenage years, and it was only by virtue of her stilettos in his face that she'd stopped the reversal process. Despite the oddness of the situation, she still had much to be grateful for, because at least she hadn't been turned back into a baby.

Principal Nezu had told her that she was a Pro Hero and a teacher, and she thought that that was wild. As far as she could remember, she was just sitting in those classrooms, goofing off with her classmates and with underclassmen Yamada, Aizawa, and Shirakumo during their lunch breaks.

Anyway, intel had said that the Quirk would wear off eventually, and Principal Nezu had given her free rein of the campus while waiting. She'd put on a U.A. uniform out of habit and was just admiring the new dorms, smiling and waving nonchalantly at the students who did stop to stare at her. By now, the news that her teenaged self was wandering about had spread across the campus. ]

[Even though news of what had happened to Midnight-sensei was already the hot topic of conversation on campus, Kaminari wasn't thinking too much about it as he left the 1-A dorms to head to Lunch Rush. Sure, it was really cool to think that he could just walk into a teenaged version of his teacher, but he was more focused on his empty stomach in the moment.

Until, that was, he spotted a really cute girl he didn't recognize hanging around outside the dorm building. She had short, dark hair that hung in cute, almost fluffy looking spikes, and her eyes were big and bright. Kaminari didn't know her to be part of class B, and she definitely wasn't in his class, but he wasn't sure she was one of his senpai, either; he would have remembered seeing her in the Sports Festival, Culture Festival, or other hero-course activities. Maybe she was in General Studies or Management?]

Hey there! Are you lost? Because's Heaven's pretty far from here.

[Smooth.]

[ Wow, and Nemuri thought she'd heard it all. Maybe her adult self might have, but as a teenager, she had to admit that that was new. She let out a laugh, not because it was a great pick up line, but because the effort was cute. ]

I bet you say that to all the girls.

[ She braced her hands on her hips in a way that was very reminiscent of her 32-year-old self. ]

How many girls have you taken to heaven by now, hm?

[Reminiscent though her gesture may have been, Kaminari still hadn't connected the thoughts. He grinned at her playing along, and shrugged his shoulders casually.]

A few. Never taken an angel there before, though. Maybe you'll make me a lucky guy today?

[ Nemuri gave him a feigned coy look from beneath lowered lashes. A bit difficult because he was shorter than her, but she'd had practice. ]

You'll just love me and leave me. I know you youthful, bucking bronco types.

[Wow! Kaminari flirted with people often (very, very often), but it was still a bit rare for a cute girl to flirt back. He stood up a little straighter and flashed her a winning smile.]

What kind of pro-hero would I be if I went around breaking girls' hearts? I might as well just move to General Studies now if that was my plan. But then at least I'd get to be in classes with you, maybe?

[ Nemuri pursed her lips, holding up a finger to her cheek as she looked at the glaringly huge sign above their dorm that said 1-A. (Not very subtle.) ]

But aren't you a cute lil first year?

[ She grinned at Kaminari, giving him a sly look. ]

I'm in my third year. You should be calling me senpai.

Oh! [He said in awe, getting a bit sheepish.] Sorry for being so casual, senpai!

[He bowed politely, but was still grinning as he rose.]

So, uh... will you tell me your name?

I'm just kidding! [ And she grinned, darting back playfully before striking a very familiar pose, except it made for quite a different sight in a U.A. uniform. ]

You can call me Mistress instead. Mistress Midnight.

[That pose. That name. It all clicks in Kaminari's head, a bit belatedly, and he suddenly turns scarlet when he realizes who he's been flirting with.]

M-Mi-Midnight! You're Midnight-sensei?! Oh my god, I can't believe I flirted with my own teacher. Please don't tell me you're gonna remember this when you turn back into an adult!!

[ Oh, no. Seeing him turn beet red like that, mortification creeping onto his face...

It made the sadist in her purr.

If she had a riding crop, she'd use it to tip his chin up so that he could look into her eyes. But as it was, she had nothing - it was a bit disappointing. ]

Seeing cute little boys like you get embarrassed like this... It must be really fun to be a teacher!

[On the inside, Kaminari is still malfunctioning, way too embarrassed after hitting on his teacher. But one thing does register, and his mouth asks before he can stop himself.]

Y-You think I'm cute?

[ He was almost peeing his pants. It was adorable. However -

She held a finger out, waggling it. (She still didn't have her nails painted scarlet.) ]

Whoa there! Don't tell me you're hot for teacher!

[Kaminari shakes his head vehemently, but in actuality there is a nugget of truth in the accusation. In his defense, it's hard not to be when your teacher is so sexy and scandalous they had to create new laws to keep her sexuality contained in more clothing.]

N-No! But you're still just a teenager, so... I mean, you're not Midnight-sensei yet!

[ She let out a laugh - doing the familiar happy dance that she already did as a teenager. ]

That must mean I've still got it! Aw, yeah! Man, am I gonna be a cougar when I'm in my thirties? 'Cause you youthful kids make me wanna squish you!

[To be fair, she pretty much is a cougar, except that she doesn't actually date her students, thankfully. But it still flusters Kaminari plenty, and other 1-A boys as well. He blushes and sighs.]

I-Is that really what you want to know? Not if you're a good teacher and stuff?

Oh, Principal Nezu already told me that he scouted me himself.

[ She beamed. Nemuri had never been one for insecurity, and she'd easily put two and two together. If Principal Nezu, with his super intelligence, scouted her for the job - he must've had faith in her abilities. ]

Okay...

[Quick, think of something else to say to distract from the fact that you hit on your Hero Art History teacher!]

How long as you going to be a kid for, do you know?

The police said the Quirk's effects will probably wear off by tomorrow.

Principal Nezu said I can sleep here on campus too. Can't believe there are dorms now! I heard I actually have my own place, but Aizawa said it'll be better if I stick around where people can keep an eye on me, you know? And I don't wanna worry my parents, because I bet they'll freak out if they suddenly see me like this.

[ It was weird, because her instinct was to go home after class, just like every other normal kid - eat dinner with her mom and dad, watch some TV, do her homework. But yeah, she couldn't tell her parents about this. She didn't want to worry them. ]

Oh yeah! [Well, as part of the class that is the reason for the dorms, Kaminari feels a little bad that people can't always go home when they want to- but in this case, that's probably a plus?]

That must be so weird... someone knocks on your door and it's your kid but fifteen years younger than they're supposed to be. So they don't even know?

[ Nemuri shook her head. ]

My plan was always to move out after I graduated. Don't want to have to come home beat up and have them worry about me all the time.

Well, yeah.... but I mean, they don't even know you got turned back into a kid now?

[It's just hard for Kaminari to imagine, still being a teenager and having his parents called whenever something happens to him at school.]

[ She once again shook her head. ] I didn't tell them. I'm a big girl now.

[ Nemuri flashed Kaminari a grin, but it was one to comfort herself as much as him. That was the life they chose, right? ]

So where are you headed?

[Her smile was really pretty, but Kaminari had the feeling it was a little bit sad, too. Though not only did she change the subject, but Kaminari's stomach growled and reminded him of what he was supposed to be up to.]

Oh, over to Lunch Rush to eat! [Kaminari says, tilting his head.] Do you want to join me? You can meet my classmates, too!

Sure, that'll be fun!

[ Nemuri was still a growing girl (or so she would be at that moment), and lunch sounded good. ]

What's your favorite food?

Hmm.. burgers! [Kaminari said with a grin, barely having to think about the question.] I think American food is really good. What about you?

[As they talk, he starts leading her towards the cafeteria, in case she doesn't know the way.]

Curry. It's really hearty and comforting.

[ And if done right could really boost one's morale.

Nemuri fell into step beside him comfortably before she realized - ]

Oh. I haven't asked your name yet. [ She flashed him a sheepish smile. ] It's just that you feel familiar, you know? It's like I'm talking to a classmate.

Oh, that's good too. Especially when it's cold out!

[When she points out that she doesn't know his name, Kaminari gets a little sheepish, too.]

Right, sorry. I'm Kaminari Denki, aka future pro hero Chargebolt! [He said with a proud smile.] And maybe the reason I'm familiar is that I'm secretly your favorite student?

[It's a long shot for sure, but worth joking about.]

Chargebolt? You got an electric-based or a speed-based Quirk?

[ She flashed him a thumbs up. ]

Hey, you're a really nice guy. Really helpful and friendly to a stranger. So I'm pretty sure you'd be one of my favorites.

You mean my name doesn't give it away? [He asks with a little giggle; after all, 'Kaminari Denki' is quite literally 'Lightning Electricity,' and that doesn't leave much room for speculation.] My quirk is electrification. See?

[He lets electricity gather between his hands, the bright yellow sparks zapping back and forth, just to show off.]

[ Nemuri grinned. ] You know how they say that your name shapes your future? Well, guess our parents have some sort of Quirk to make sure their kids get the Quirk they're named after.

[ After all, she was named... "sleep". And her last name was "fragrant mountains". She inadvertently looked down at her chest. ]

You're a flashy one, huh? [ She laughed. ] Do you still get zapped by static electricity? Or is that just not a thing for you?

[He giggles again.] To be fair, everyone in my family has some kind of electricity quirk, so I think it was pretty safe. Mine's a lot stronger though, which is why I'm at U.A.

[Although, Midnight is pretty quick to call him out on his limitations. Kaminari shakes his head somewhat sheepishly.] Not little things, but if there's a big storm building up then I can usually feel the charge in the air? Mostly I'm the biggest threat to myself, though...

That's awesome. I bet you're really strong.

Hey, that's pretty handy. I mean, if you can feel it, then you can get ready if you need to for rescue missions. [ If he could control who he fried with his electricity, then he'd be a really valuable team member in thunderstorms. ]

Threat to yourself? Why's that?

[He's definitely preening a little when Midnight praises him. Kaminari is really easy to please. It gets even better when she talks about the great potential his quirk has.]

Gee, you really are meant to be a teacher, huh? You're good at thinking about other people's quirks and stuff. Um, but... my quirk has a long way to go. If I use too much at once, it sort of leaves me in a stupid state. Like, I basically fry my own brain... Do you struggle with anything like that with your quirk? I know it works best on guys, but have you ever put yourself to sleep, or something?

I guess I'm just... creative. [ The way she said it was rather suggestive, and she laughed afterward.

She gave him a sympathetic look when he revealed his Quirk's limitations. ]

That sounds painful.

I'm immune to my own Quirk, but I guess for me it's all about controlling how much I use it, because too much can put a person in a coma.

It is pretty painful... [Kaminari admits, and then pauses.] Ah, I kinda hope you don't remember me saying that when you're my teacher again. It's not that big of a deal. I'm working on getting better so my limit's higher and it doesn't happen as much anymore.

But I guess... in a way, it's kind of better if it happens to me than if I do it to someone else, right? Like my allies?

[He can't imagine how bad it would be if he put one of his classmates in a coma or something, but with a quirk like his that's totally possible. Not for the first time, Kaminari's really grateful for the additions to his costume that help him direct his quirk.]

Putting someone in a coma must've been kinda scary, huh?

[ She gave him another look of sympathy. As a fellow student, she understood that sometimes they had to push themselves to the point of pain - otherwise how would they grow? ]

As long as you're doing it properly, I guess. 'Cause I imagine you could go too far, and that'd be pretty scary.

Thankfully I've never let it happen because I know how far to dial up my Quirk, but I've had to look into it a little for medical purposes. I mean, it's not often that you're going to need to anesthetize someone for impromptu surgery, but it's something that's good to know.

I'm doing my best! [Kaminari promises readily, hoping to assure her. Somehow, with that sympathetic face, she looks so much like her adult self that Kaminari can't believe he couldn't tell it was her from the start.

Lunch Rush's cafeteria comes into sight, and Kaminari puffs up a bit. He's really hungry now, and kind of excited to introduce young Midnight-sensei to his classmates.

But then she says something wild that catches him off guard.]

Impromptu surgery??

[ Seeing Kaminari's expression of shock, Nemuri had to laugh. Ah, yes, he was still a bitty first year, after all! ]

Oh, don't worry about it. Not everyone goes on medical missions. I've just participated in them because of my Quirk. Kinda like how people with water-based Quirks go specifically on naval missions.

[ She breathed in deep. Ah, that food smelled good, even from where they were. ]

That smells better than the cafeteria food we have!

Oh, okay. [Kaminari nods, considering this thought.] I think I remember you mentioning stuff like this at the beginning of the year. About how we should find out what kind of missions our quirks are best suited for and stuff! Uh, adult teacher you, I mean...

Oh! I guess you guys didn't have Lunch Rush when you were here. [Kaminari realizes.] His food is the best, he can cook all kinds of stuff. I guess it probably has to do with his quirk, though I don't really know what his quirk is, exactly...

Oh, I did? [ She was impressed with herself. ] Not bad, me.

Lunch Rush? A cooking Pro Hero? [ Nemuri clapped her hands together. ] If I had that kind of Quirk, I'm sure I could get me a husband right away!

Well, yeah! You're a really good teacher! [Kaminari says with a firm nod. They reach the cafeteria, and he opens the door for mini-Midnight.]

Is getting a husband something you're really worried about? You're still high school aged!

Thanks!

[ Nemuri stepped through the door that Kaminari held open for her, breathing in the aroma of delicious food. Immediately some of the people around her began to whisper and point. She flashed them all smiles and winks, completely nonplussed by the attention. ]

I mean... I asked Aizawa and he said I'm still not married now, so I think me worrying about it is perfectly justified!

[Kaminari's aware of the eyes on them as they enter the cafeteria, but since Midnight doesn't seem to mind, he doesn't mind, either. He just leads her towards the back of the lunch line, and winces a little at the comment about Aizawa.]

He actually said it, huh... But that's okay, right? None of our teachers are married, I think. Most pro heroes aren't? But that doesn't mean you'll never be!

[ The students remained respectful of her, even as her teenage self, and Nemuri honestly found it a little strange that they cleared a path for her as she passed - not that she disliked it. In fact, she rather liked the deference... or maybe the dominatrix in her did. ]

Oh, I'm used to him, don't worry. [ Besides, she was just as blunt.

She let out a long sigh. ] I knew this was a risk I was taking when I chose to be a Pro Hero... There needs to be a women's association for this in the future! Counseling for singles!

[Kaminari didn't usually get special treatment, but he was so lost in conversation with Midnight he barely noticed how people just gave them space. He was too busy thinking about what she just said...]

You're used to him. Wait, wait, does that mean... do you know teenaged Aizawa?? Like, as a U.A. student?!

Oh, didn't you know? He, Yamada, and I are friends - uh, I mean, I guess if I'm speaking as my 32-year-old self, we've been friends since we were U.A. students.

[ But she didn't want to say that she was in the year above them because... her age. But yes, she was technically their senpai by 1 year. ]

I never thought either of them would teach. Then again, I never thought I'd teach too!

Whoa... [Kaminari needed a minute to let things sink in.] Do you have pictures?? I mean, do you guys take pictures? Do you think adult you would still have them? What did those two even look like as teenagers....

[He can't even imagine it. Aizawa was probably born a full grown man, and Yamada... was probably a huge dork.]

[ Nemuri had already tinkered with her 32-year-old self's phone before she had spoken to Kaminari and had, in fact, looked through her gallery. It was mostly cat pictures of Sushi, and a couple of her with her colleagues.

Lo and behold - she pulled her phone out to show Kaminari one that she did have. ]

This was taken on my birthday. It was almost the end of the school year... I was going to graduate within a few days.

[ She didn't remember this photo when she first looked through her phone, but now she realized that she did - she must've aged a year while talking to Kaminari. ]

Oooooh!

[Kaminari peered at the photo, and regardless of what he'd been imagining or expecting, there was no way he could have been prepared for this. Aizawa was so... fluffy. His hair was so short, it almost looked trendy, but it was even more jarring to see his same scowling features on a smooth baby face, free from scars or wrinkles or the general cloud of weariness that Aizawa normally wears.

As for Yamada...] Whoa, Present Mic has almost normal hair! Wow... it's like he's not even a bird...

[ Nemuri, on the other hand, had been shocked to see Aizawa's 32-year-old self - how did he get so scruffy? Then again, considering his habits at 17...

Kaminari's comment about Yamada made her burst into laughter. ]

That's the first time I heard that comparison! Now that I think about it, his hair now makes him look like a cockatoo, huh?

[ She looked at Kaminari's own hair, which was also defying gravity at the top like Yamada's. ]

Thinking of growing your hair out like his?

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Yeah! [Kaminari laughs.] I bet he could dye it and look like a bird of paradise or something. If he needs ideas for a Halloween costume, I've got plenty!

[But the idea of doing his own hair that way?] No way! [Kaminari says, looking totally offended and bewildered.] I mean, if I grow it out I'm gonna do something cool like a ponytail, not a.... a bird!

[ She arched a brow at him mischievously. ]

You don't think he's cool?

Cool...? [Kaminari makes a bit of a constipated face as he thinks about it.] I mean, I guess? Like don't get me wrong, he definitely has his fans. But he's also my English teacher, you know?

So does that mean I'm not cool just because I'm your teacher?

[ Bracing her hands on her hips in mock offense. Gasp! ]

Oh shit. [He really walked right into this one, didn't he? Kaminari is quick to wave his hands, as though it'll erase away what he just said.]

No way, you're really, really cool! I mean, you know...

[He's a 16 year old boy, she's an 18+ hero - it's not hard to do the math there.]

See, this is exactly what I meant - you were just flattering me earlier! You're definitely the love 'em and leave 'em type.

[ She gave Kaminari a teasing, amused grin, but he was spared from further ribbing because they finally reached the counter. A lunchlady bot waited to take her order. ]

What do you have?

You can order anything you want, [ said the bot. ]

[ Nemuri's eyes grew wide. ] Anything?

[ The bot looked at her derisively. ] You humans are so slow. Lunch Rush can make anything you want.

[ Nemuri paid the sassy bot no mind, her eyes now sparkling. ] Chicken curry with lots of vegetables!

[ The robot took her order and directed her to the end of the counter, where students were claiming their lunches.

Nemuri turned to Kaminari, looking thrilled with what had just happened. ]

This is so exciting!

[Kaminari watched the exchange between Midnight and the lunchlady bot with sparkling eyes, totally amused. But it was only a few months ago that he'd been in the same situation, so he could totally relate to the awe she was feeling.]

Right?! [He agreed, after ordering his own food. Kaminari managed to quell the urge for a burger today, and went with yakisoba. He met Midnight again, and when he looked at her, he frowned thoughtfully.]

Have you gotten taller in the last 10 minutes?

[ Nemuri moved down the line to get her curry, and it came out within a few minutes, perfectly made, with a lot of vegetables - just as she liked it. ]

Have I?

[ She realized she now recalled her graduation, as well as the start of her Pro Hero career. ]

I must've. I can remember getting into the business now. I'm now officially a Pro Hero!

Whoa. [He picked up his food and followed her out, eyes wide. Kaminari tilted his head towards her.] Doesn't that hurt? You're like, growing up super fast. And does it mean you're gonna remember all of this?

Yeah, I was worried about that too - the police told me that it was gonna be worse if I went back to being a kid, but since I'm almost full grown now, it won't be so bad.

[ Nemuri looked around before glancing at Kaminari. ]

Got a regular table?

[Kaminari's definitely concerned at the thought of rapid growing pains, but since Midnight assures him it won't be so bad, and then changes the subject, he forgets it pretty quickly.]

Huh? Yeah! My classmates and I sit by that back window. [He gestures with his chin, since his hands are full.] You should sit with us! Though I guess most people in this room are your students, too, so you can sit wherever. We're the coolest though.

I thought you were my favorite student?

[ Nemuri tossed her hair back (it already looked like it had grown just a bit longer) and gave him an amused smile. ]

Makes sense I'd stick with you if that were the case.

[He grinned shamelessly and started trotting over to his table.]

That's fair! And now you'll get to re-meet all my cool friends. Oh, and Bakugou. Uh, be careful. He's got a tendency to explode..

[ Nemuri followed after Kaminari, the crowds once again parting to make way for them. It was amazing how one year after graduation already made such a big difference - Nemuri looked more mature somehow. ]

Explode?

[ She glanced at Kaminari questioningly. ] Literally?

Uh huh. [Kaminari agrees as they get to the table. No one else is there yet, so they have it to themselves for the time being.] It's his quirk and his personality. Sounds charming, huh?

[He laughs and takes his seat.] Don't worry, though. You're a teacher, so he probably won't mess with you.

There's at least one in every year, it looks like.

[ It was easy for some people to get big-headed, especially if they had Quirks that made them almost invincible. Thankfully none of her friends had High and Mighty Syndrome.

Nemuri took a seat, breathing in the delicious aroma of her lunch. ]

Eh, if I know people like that, they'll mess with anyone if they can get away with it.

See, that's the weird thing. [Kaminari starts slowly, grabbing for a pair of chopsticks.] He's such a nerd when it comes to some things? Like, he goes to bed at 8 pm everyday, he always does homework the day it's assigned, never talks back to a teacher no matter how annoyed he is... it's super bizarre!

Aside from respecting authority, it's probably because he knows he can't get away with it. I'm sure Principal Nezu hired the teachers for a reason!

[ Nemuri was right on the money with that. There was also a reason that plenty of the teachers had Quirks that could easily stop students in their tracks. Between Nemuri's Somnambulist, Aizawa's Eraser, and Vlad King's Blood Control, it would be easy for them to handle students whose Quirks went out of control.

She took a bite of her curry, her eyes going wide. ]

This is so good! How did we never have Lunch Rush when we were students? We'd actually eat in the cafeteria if he was here!

[Kaminari waves his hand.] It'll make more sense when you meet him. He's like. A weird, cool, angry nerd. Somehow all at once.

[After she takes her first bite, Kaminari smiles watching Midnight's face light up.] Isn't it amazing? Was Lunch Rush around as a hero when you were younger?

Yeah? He sounds interesting.

[ Little did she know was that he was the first student of their class she'd put to sleep with Somnambulist. ]

Sadly, no. We had a regular cafeteria. [ Nemuri took another spoonful of curry and rice with relish. ] We had to eat there, though, so some of us brought our own lunches...

[ She grinned. ] That's how I met Aizawa, Yamada, and Shirakumo. They were sneaking out to eat on the rooftop instead of at the cafeteria, and I caught them.

I guess interesting's one word for it. [He agrees with a giggle. And then Midnight says something that makes Kaminari's jaw drop.]

Aizawa-sensei? He broke school rules?? But he's such a stickler!

Huh.

[ Nemuri grinned. Yeah, Aizawa did have a phase where he broke the rules... but it wasn't because he was being a rebel, but rather because he was indifferent to them. However, once Nemuri reached graduation and after she went Pro... ]

Things kind of changed, yeah. I mean, he's never been the type to care about rules unless they're really important, anyway - then he's super strict about them.

[ There was something sad about the way she spoke about it, because what made Aizawa change was something serious. ]

But why? What happened? People don't usually just change like that... do they? Is that what happens when you grow up? Aizawa-sensei doesn't even really care about things like "being proper," considering his looks and his sleeping bags everywhere. But when it comes to other rules, he's a total hard-ass!

[ Nemuri looked down at her plate before sighing. There was no point in hiding it, since Kaminari was part of the Hero Course. That meant he knew what he was in for when he joined U.A.. ]

Our friend died.

Aizawa doesn't care about things like being proper or looking good, but after that, he trained even harder and really pushed himself to be the best hero he could be. I guess now he's thinking he'll be super strict on you guys because your training's what's gonna save you and other people in the end.

Oh... shit... [Kaminari said, completely dumbfounded. Their friend died? And if Midnight was still this young when that happened, then...

He took a deep breath, and nodded slowly.]

That makes a lot of sense. I mean, I guess he's really protective of us, even if it comes out as being super tough...

Yeah. He just wants you guys to be safe in the end, because each fragment of weakness could be what does you in, you know?

[ It wasn't fair to expect heroes to be invincible, though they seemed like it... but it was true that they had to present that image, even to themselves, because if they didn't believe that they could come out fighting in every battle, then they really wouldn't. ]

[Kaminari nods, but then he's still frowning a little.]

But it's impossible to be perfect, isn't it? I guess we'll just never please him.

In the end it's not about pleasing him but doing your best and covering all your bases.

[ It was hard not to try to impress one's teachers. Nemuri got that, and she felt that way about His Purple Highness. However, now that she was a Pro, she understood that everything they did was for their students.

She gave Kaminari a smile. ]

I'm sure you're doing just fine.

[Oh, wow, her smile is so pretty. She isn't too much older than him yet, and this smile isn't like her usual sadistic ones, either. It occurs to him, not for the first time, how kind Midnight-sensei can be when she's not playing up her dominatrix character.]

Thanks for saying so. I guess you'll remember soon enough!

Yeah, you're right. I'm sure I'll remember how I met my favorite student soon.

[ Nemuri flashed Kaminari a wink before she continued to eat the rest of her curry. It was really literally the best curry she'd ever had in her life. Lunch Rush was a genius. ]

[Kaminari grinned, but then squirmed a bit guiltily in his seat.]

Is it bad that I almost don't want you to remember? What if you do and then someone else replaces me as your favorite? I'm not a really good student or anything.

I suppose you get brownie points for helping me out while I'm stuck as the younger version of me.

[ She leaned back, sighing happily. Her stomach was full and she wanted to nap. Maybe because she was a growing girl? ]

Did I help? [Kaminari asks, sitting up straighter.] I just flirted with you and then led you here, so does that even count?

Do you flirt with your other teachers too?

[ Nemuri's expression was one of wry amusement. ]

Well, I could've had a pretty lonely lunch, so I'd say you helped by keeping me company.

[Kaminari crosses his arms over his chest in a large "X" shape.]

Absolutely not! I wouldn't even have flirted with you! I mean, not that you're not really pretty, but you're my teacher! It was different when I thought you were a kid my age!

I'll take the compliment, Mr. Don Juan.

[ Her stomach now full, she realized she really was sleepy. Guess she needed a nap to catch up with how her body was growing... or she really was a full-fledged adult now and without caffeine, she needed some zzz's. ]

Anyway, thanks for keeping me company, Kaminari-kun. I'm going to go take a nap at the infirmary. I'm feeling way too full and way too sleepy.

[Kaminari nods, and then looks up at her, head tilted.]

Do you need me to walk you over there or anything?

It's okay, I don't want to take up more of your lunch break.

[ She stood up to bring her tray to the depository area. ]

Thanks for taking the time to chat with me, though. Not a lot of people wanna hang out with their teachers.

[ Nemuri grinned. ]

Kay. See you later, Midnight-sensei!

[Have troubled young Padawan Ben Solo.]

((If you're good with fluff Nexus canon stuff, how about one or more of the kids finds him in the Plaza or the edge of the Wilds?))

[Works perfectly for me! I love that idea.]

[ Knocks on Ben's door Frozen-style. But doesn't want for him to answer and peeks right in. ]

Ben? Wanna play? I found a lizard.

[Ben looks at Jaisyn, interested. He's startled at first, but smiles when he recognizes her.]

A lizard? Sure. What kind of a lizard is it, Jane?

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A rock lizard! I found one by the stream. He got away, but we can go look for him together!

[ Realizing she got carried away: ] ... if you're not busy? I know you're training with Uncle Luke and I don't want you to miss your classes either.

I wouldn't mind going after him. I don't have classes with Uncle Luke for a long while. Most of the day, actually. So there's a little time to help you out.

[He opens the door and steps through.] Now where did this rock lizard of yours go when he ran away?

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[ Here's U.A. student Midnight! Also open to teacher!Midnight ~~babying~~ speaking with aged down characters. c: ]

[Snapping awake, Kisuke nearly fell out of his chair. He sprang to life in the middle of what looked like a charming outdoor cafe, in the midst of what looked like a couple dozen teenagers wearing clothes that were a size or two too big for them. His vision was partially obscured by a hat, which he plucked off of his head and looked over with a little scrutiny before he realized he was holding a syringe in the same hand and it was filled with blood. Fortunately, there was a cap over the sharp end of it, otherwise he was sure he'd have stuck himself with it out of inattentiveness.

He was startled when people were looking back at him, even if they weren't focused so much on him as the others among the tables in the cafe. No one knew where they were and there was murmuring that amounted to nothing more than 'Who are you?', 'Have I been here before?' and 'Who was that guy in the diaper?'

Kisuke looked horrified when he heard that last sentence, whirling around awkwardly. He nearly broke his ankle when he realized he wasn't wearing his normal waraji, them being replaced with proper wooden geta. He fell on his backside, crying out--] Since when have I worn these? Who in the world dressed me this morning!?

[In in the distance, a startlingly attractive man wearing just a diaper and a pair of boots ran off, howling with laughter.]

Tell them who did this--the Babymaker!

[Kisuke only managed to look more horrified when he heard the man's 'nickname'.]

[ She refused to give him her number because his pick up line was, "My name is Momotarou, and I want you to spank me while I'm in diapers." Just... no. Midnight had standards, thank you very much. Now, thanks to that one incident, he'd taken to stalking her, and upon realizing that she was seeing somebody, decided to go on a rampage as if to show her what she was missing. As if she would be attracted to someone so desperate.

She had been inside, waiting for their orders, when the fiasco happened. Nemuri then rushed back out, about to charge into the scene, when she saw other Pro Heroes tackle him unceremoniously into the ground... upon which he promptly burst into tears and started wailing like a baby.

Nemuri realized with an immense amount of relief that was glad she was not involved. She had other, more pressing matters to attend to - like the fact that her date was sprawled on the street. She rushed to him, crouching beside him. ]

Kisuke! Are you okay -

[ - he was clean-shaven, and the look in his eyes was... younger, somehow. ]

...I guess not.

[Oh. That was bad. He was in a group of living human beings and he was in a physical body. A woman came over to him as if she knew him and started talking to him.]

S-Sorry, I need a breath mint!

[Without knowing enough about what was going on, he opted to bail. He pulled out a chappy dispenser, popped a mod soul into his mouth and separated from his physical body as the mod soul that replaced him was suddenly smiling with charm that Kisuke seemed caught off guard by as he reached over to place his hand on Nemuri's. It oozed charm, at least by Kisuke's questionable standards.]

Ah, that's better. Now, you don't have to worry about me, miss. I'm perfectly fine--now that you've come to check on me.

Uh. [Standing beside the physical body he left behind, Kisuke believed he couldn't be seen at all. He seemed to relax, reaching over to pluck the blood sample out of its clothing, hoping Nemuri wouldn't notice it float off and disappear into his shihakusho.] ...Is it me or is this mod soul a little too suave? That isn't one of the standard personalities.

Someone with a strange sense of humor clearly tampered with it.

[ Normally, Nemuri would be very excited to see two of him... Well, seeing that he wasn't really hurt, surely a little mischief wouldn't be too bad...

She leaned in toward his physical body, running a finger down his cheek before moving in to brush a teasing, playful kiss to his mouth - except she paused right before their lips met, her blue eyes flicking up to look straight into spirit Kisuke's. ]

I wouldn't dream of not letting you in on the action.

[ Smiling, she stood up once again to face spirit Kisuke, reaching over to grasp his hand. ]

I guess you can't remember me right now. I'm Nemuri. We're dating.

[He should have gotten to running so he could figure out where in the living realm he was in but curiosity got the better of him and hunched over a little so he could watch how well the mod soul's gambit would play out, if at all.

Kisuke had a spit-take moment the second Nemuri leaned in to reciprocate his mod soul's behavior right off the bat. His mod soul seemed eager as a beaver to go to phase two of its programming but it was stopped when she changed targets to the one in charge and he nearly fell backward again in shock until her hand grabbed hold of his. He nearly went limp, losing fine motor control for the moment.]

What're-- How--?

[A chill went through him and he turned pale on the spot.]

She's gonna kill me...

[ Nemuri was just about to answer when she saw other Pro Heroes and the cops coming over, presumably to inform the victims of what had happened. ]

Wait here, please.

[ And because he had the look in his eyes of a deer caught in the headlights, she gave his hand a gentle, comforting squeeze. ]

It's going to be alright, I promise.

[ Smiling, she leaned back down to kiss Kisuke's physical form on the cheek before she helped him to stand up. He was still sprawled on the pavement after all, smiling goofily at her. ]

That kiss was for you, by the way.

[ She flashed spirit Kisuke a wink. The cops were now close enough to see what she was doing, and she couldn't very well explain to them why she was kissing thin air.

A quick conversation with the police and with the other Pro Heroes told her all that she needed to know - the Quirk would wear off on its own in the span of hours to days, depending on how many years were taken off, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She headed back to Kisuke, linking her arm around his physical body. ]

Let's go to a private place to talk, shall we?

[He felt absolutely helpless. Kisuke had rarely felt that way, preferring to be the one with the most information rather than the least. His head was exploding with ideas and none of them covered a scenario in which he'd suddenly wake up in the human world in an era he didn't recognize with someone telling him she was dating him.

One day in the future, it would be a very reasonable fantasy to get lost in.]

For me? [He watched her kiss his mod soul, who didn't react in quite the flattering way one have expected. He daintily lifted a hand to his lips and chuckled at the gesture, almost like one of the noble lords in the Shihouin family. What kind of weird programming was that!?

Then, she shifted from coy and seductive to authoritative in a heartbeat. He was too stunned to blush yet, watching her give commands to officers without any fuss at all. Kisuke had never seen officers before but he knew what guards looked like. They were uniformed and following a chain of command--her and the others in the eccentric costumes. The other people in unique outfits seemed to be doing the same, collecting information and making suggestions. They even went back and forth on the topic of 'quirks' and the duration of time this one would last for. He listened, startled but soaking everything in.]

Mmmmhhhh... [He made a noise in the back of his throat, a hurried complaint that seemed to die once it left him. His mod soul happily took Nemuri's arm and went with her, beaming like a massive fool. He followed, looking dejected. By no means was Nemuri anything short of a catch he didn't see himself having the strength to land but it wasn't really the issue at hand in his eyes. He was nothing short of terrified.]

S-Sure... [Dejected, Kisuke followed. His mod soul and Nemuri were both in a fantastic mood but every aspect of his situation had him on edge. He was going to the Maggot's Nest for sure. There wasn't going to be any way he could talk his way out of it.]

[ All it took was a quick search through the police's database, where all citizens of Japan were registered with all of their personal data, including their Quirks. A quick scan of the Babymaker's thumbprint pulled up his file, as well as his past minor transgressions - including public indecency. Kisuke would probably see Nemuri sigh as the police on the scene discussed that with her.

She was glad that she wasn't on duty at that moment. Then again, if she were, she wouldn't be on a date with Kisuke and he wouldn't be in this mess. She once again sighed to herself as she tugged his body away. His physical form was perfectly happy to trail after her, giggling and tapping his fan against his chin, while the spirit Kisuke seemed morose. ]

I'm not going to eat you... [ Nemuri gave him a reassuring smile, turning on Pro Hero mode for a sec. ] Let me explain what's going on. You got hit by someone's Quirk. This Quirk rewound time for you, so you're now your younger self, basically. But not to worry, though! You'll regain your usual age and memories soon, within a few hours or days, depending on how many years you lost.

[ Poor Kisuke seemed completely lost, taking in his surroundings as if he'd never seen them before. How... young was he now, exactly? Nemuri gazed at him, her brow crinkling. ]

You said "she's gonna kill me". Who? Your instructor?

[ She stopped herself from frowning as she led him down a deserted alleyway. Nemuri had figured out some shortcuts to get them back to Urahara Shop without running into other interference, and best of all, the quiet backstreets would allow them to talk freely. ]

[Nemuri was definitely giving Kisuke the impression of a professional. What she said, her body language and the choice to keep them out of sight for the sake of concealing him as a soul reaper had been important. She could see spirits and she was fairly quick on the draw.

She was either completely legitimate or an incredibly daring spy.

As they walked, he ran through the possibilities in his head. The rest of the 'guards' were discussing quirks. Small details through the conversation seemed to reinforce an idea of human mutation and when he saw a couple of the heroes using their quirks to arrive on the scene and leave, he could tell it wasn't the sort of mutation everyone had.

The bloom sample in his clothing resembled a syringe type he would use. It was lever-activated to draw blood like water into a pipette and had a port in the back to drain the bloow into basins for samples. He could have gone to his lab and found rougher versions of the same syrette back on the estate. What he didn't understand were this version of himself's sense of fashion and the mod soul personality. They didn't make any sense. If this was accurate, then he must have cracked at some later point in his life.]

Should I tell you? [He held up the syringe for Nemuri to see, his palm flat so she could look at it.]

These syrettes are a design of mine for field use. This one is advanced, repurposed to rapidly draw a blood specimen on the spot. There are three people in Soul Society who can make this kind of device. One is in detainment and one is currently acting as a Captain. The other is myself.

[His expression turned a bit harsh, even if he was still on edge and tense from before.]

I don't know when these 'Quirks' can around but if they can give humans those kinds of gifts, then I need to take this seriously. Right now, I'm mostly sure you're telling the truth but... I need confirmation on the last five percent.

[ What use the human world would have for intel on Soul Society was a mystery to Nemuri, but Kisuke must've had his reasons if he suspected that she was a spy.

And considering what she'd heard of what Soul Society was like - was it any wonder that he found freedom to be as eccentric and as free-spirited as he liked in the human realm? It wasn't that she had an entirely poor impression of the afterlife - but the knowledge that it wasn't the nirvana that she'd imagined was disappointing. Not really for herself, but for the people who deserved peace.

Nemuri looked unsurprised by the syrette, considering the equipment she'd seen him work with when he got hit by that virus. ]

I see. And if your current acting captain is the "she" that you're referring to who's going to kill you... Well, I can't let that happen to my boyfriend, hm? Past, present, or future.

[ She flashed him an indulgent smile. ]

Wait a moment - you're not familiar with Quirks?

[ Nemuri's smile slipped off her face, and she stared at him in growing shock. ]

You're... You're about a hundred years younger!

I'm--a hundred years younger?

[A hundred years would make sense but that news was catastrophic. The little estimate given by the pro heroes indicated the transformation was proportional but the power itself wore off based on the total years. If he were lucky, it would take a day off. If he were unlucky, it would take a week.] Ugh... That would explain why I'm not familiar with a phenomena this well-rooted in modern society.

As for the Captain... no. The Captain I'm speaking of wouldn't hurt me. She's a bit of a sweetheart. The one I'm referring to isn't really interested in science. That woman would kill me for ... seducing a living woman. [A certain tomboy princess would break his jaw for taking advantage of a human woman by romancing her. She thought highly of him but she also knew he was easily swayed when it came to women.

None of it seemed smart to run by Nemuri, though. When she called him her boyfriend again, it finally sank in and he turned a bit red. The 5% seemed to be getting smaller and smaller the more he listened to her. A spy would have been looking for a realistic exit at the point that he became suspicious. Anyone who knew him enough to want to catch him off guard would have fled or tried something by then to make sure he'd stop asking questions or even enough to make it so he couldn't even try.]

Say, do you have a quirk, Miss... Nemuri? [The way she introduced herself, it sounded like they were on a first-name basis. Even nobles courting one another didn't become that fond with one another until dowries were being discussed and he flushed red as a result, his eyes burning holes in the pavement at his feet.]

[ Nemuri couldn't even begin to imagine how long a hundred years would take to recover. She consoled herself by thinking that at least it wasn't another literal hundred years. ]

What if it were a mutual seduction? Not much to be done about that.

[ She watched with a growing amusement as a very rosy blush spread across Kisuke's cheeks, his eyes falling to the ground as if it embarrassed him to be calling her by her given name.

Oh, no. Look at him, all young and shy... He was so cute!

Before she knew it, she found herself cupping his cheeks, nuzzling her nose to his with a giggle.

Oh, he'd asked her a question. ]

Yes, I do have a Quirk. It's called Somnambulist. I can put people to sleep with a perfume from my skin.

We'd best head to your laboratory, hm? I think you'll find more answers about yourself there.

Mutual...? She'd assume I was taking advantage of you. [If he really thought about it, he'd know she wouldn't but Kisuke was a fatalist to an exponential degree. He thought of the worst-case scenario as the first on the docket every single time.

Fortunately, it was impossible to really go to the worst scenario when he felt soft hands touching his cheeks--freezing him in place as Nemuri lovingly rubbed her nose against his. He could have sworn he'd never seen anyone look at him that way in his whole life, nearly collapsing on the spot.]

Oh. [White noise ran seeped into his consciousness. Mentally, he knew he'd file away that information. For the moment, he was pliable and free to move around as Nemuri pleased, utterly dazed by an affectionate gesture he didn't even know existed. The entire time, she looked sweet as sugar with an eerie sort of honesty that came with trust he didn't know a thing about.]

Right! Of! course!

I'm a grown woman, thank you very much. I'm perfectly happy being with you, and if she has a problem with that, she can take it up with me. [ Nemuri realized that she meant it not just for his younger self, but for the present as well. It hadn't occurred to her that someone might have a problem with their relationship - mostly because she'd always marched to the beat of her own drum and didn't give a damn what anyone else thought. Kisuke did too - at least at present, he did - but his younger self obviously needed that reassurance.

Seeing his mind shut down with the barest gesture of affection made her giggle despite herself - no, this was a serious situation, here! ]

Alright, let's get going to your shop, then.

[ She entwined one arm around spirit Kisuke's and one arm around his physical form, and went to leading them down the back alleys toward Urahara Shop.

It was only a quick walk, thanks to the shortcut, and within a couple of minutes, they were on the dirt yard in front of the store. ]

Here we are!

O-Kay... [He couldn't answer a thing. Kisuke numbly followed Nemuri, his thoughts heading in every direction imaginable. There was no way they were just dating, were they? He couldn't imagine her being that close with him and not being past the dating phase rather than being in a committed relationship. Was she the one? Was he ready for that sort of thing? Could he even do that? It was a terrifying and exciting prospect and--oh, there was a shop with his name on it.]

Oh, it's my shop.

[The shop was empty, save for Tessai, who stood in the doorway while visibly confused. He looked from Kisuke to Nemuri, to Kisuke and then back to Kisuke. He stayed silent for a moment and then reached behind the register for a sign that said 'Closed! We love you and we'll be back soon!' before going into his apron for a set of keys.]

Hm. I assume you need to go to the lab, Kayama-san?

[Kisuke looked at Nemuri questioningly, as if he were relying on her for that confirmation. He was. His brain had become a puddle.]

[ Nemuri wasn't sure if Kisuke's thoughts were stampeding or if he had just gone blank. Maybe a little bit of both. She gave him another gentle, comforting squeeze. A hundred years' worth of information wasn't easy to catch up with - hell, sometimes even losing a day was already confusing enough.

She watched him ogle his storefront, a smile curling on her lips. ]

Ah, Tessai-san... Yes, I think he needs to see it. He was hit by an age rewind Quirk, and it looks like he's been thrown back a hundred years or so. Not to worry, it'll wear off in time. If you could please show us into his lab, I'm sure he'd be grateful...

[ Turning back to Kisuke, she gestured to Tessai. ]

Have you already met Tessai-san? He's your... [ She actually wasn't sure. Shop assistant? Best friend? ] ...one of your found family members.

Hm? [Kisuke dreamily looked from Tessai back to Nemuri. He wasn't quite dopey but it was clear he was lost somewhere in his mind after retreating to maintain his sanity. To him, Tessai had simply been a familiar face in a strange place. He barely registered him at first, only realizing who he was when Nemuri brought attention to him. Tessai frowned when he realized Kisuke was absolutely shocked.]

Wha--Tessai!? [His eyes sprang wide open and he recoiled a step, taking plenty of time to be startled and wind himself up. He had been working with Tessai the night before. How did he fail to notice the big lumbering man?]

O-Oh... You were so eerily quiet like a statue of an old, rustic god... I didn't even notice you were there, Tessai! Wait, wait--Why are you here?

[Tessai's eyes narrowed--a trace of hurt feelings showing near imperceptibly. The reflection off of his glasses shifted and he cleared his throat, standing so he could lead the two of them.]

...Yes. A hundred years seems accurate. I recognize that unknowingly direct attitude, devoid of any charm.

[Kisuke followed, frowning in response. He looked at the floor beneath his feet, mumbling.] ...You can't blame me for that.

Mmm, it does seem like a hundred years really changed him, Tessai-san...

[ Nemuri honestly wasn't sure what to expect. It was a very human trait to grow and adapt as the years passed by, but Kisuke had already told her that Soul Society was archaic and old-fashioned, almost untouched by the flow of time.

The core of the Kisuke she already knew was there, but he was vastly different on the surface - skittish, suspicious, and unsure of himself. Likely exacerbated by his confusion, of course.

Nemuri fell into step behind Tessai as he led them to Kisuke's labs. ]

I'm no scientist, but you'll probably want to analyze the blood you collected from yourself, right, Kisuke? [ She turned back to him, giving him an encouraging smile. ]

I doubt it's my blood. I'd wager a guess it's the quirk-user's since I can't feel any spiritual energy on it. [He didn't ask Nemuri directly, his eyes still set on the floor. Was he the shady sort of guy who played risky games with strange powers? It was a scary thought. The advanced syrette and Tessai's presence had been two pieces of proof he couldn't deny but he had to see what sort of lab this future version of himself had to offer. Tessai had a different presence than he was used to. The gigai he was using was moving seamlessly with no creaks. He had excellent weight distribution and he could still clearly feel his presence through the shell.

The shop itself looked fairly normal. There were shops like it all through Soul Society. It must have seemed rustic to the locals but to him it felt cozy. Tessai led them down to what looked like a basement door with a creaky, rusty latch. Tessai unlocked it with a key, though there was an additional retinal scan that went off on all four of them, including the gigai. It came in the form of a rotating red light that shined in their eyes.]

Uh! [He rubbed his eyes, definitely caught off guard by that.] Was that an eye scan!?

[Tessai nodded, looking back to Nemuri and Kisuke. His eyes were watering.] My eyes are sensitive. I apologize for not warning you--I don't usually bother with Kisuke's lab.

[He opened the door, revealing what looked to be a white staircase leading down into pitch black darkness.

He couldn't see an end to the darkness.]

...Tessai-san. ...N-N-Nemuri, are you sure about this? [Kisuke looked weary. The sight of those stairs was the most menacing thing he'd seen in a long time.]

Oh! [ She looked at Kisuke with no small amount of surprise. The fact that he'd surreptitiously extracted blood from the Babymaker while the villain was on a rampage... Well, that just attested to his skill, and it made her realize that he was more powerful than he'd ever let on.

Nemuri also additionally realized at that moment that she was probably the least qualified person to guide Kisuke through his own lab, but not even Tessai wanted to do it. ]

To be honest, I'm not sure at all. [ She realized that there was still so little she knew about Kisuke, and it made her feel cold and lonely inside. ] But I think showing you your own research and facilities is the only thing I can do to help you get an idea of what you've missed.

Neither of you need to be nervous over this. [Tessai knew tension and he huffed when he could sense it building--reaching up to give Nemuri and Kisuke a pat on their shoulders both at the same time. As if he knew what was on their minds, he reassured them.]

Kayama-san, rest assured, you know Kisuke more than any of us, now. Little things like this are just details in the background.

[He thought about what to say to Kisuke, matching eyes with him. Kisuke stared into his eyes bleakly, then looked back into the darkness below, hesitantly taking steps down.]

Sir. Be confident. You'll be happy when you see what's down there.

[Tessai walked down with them, Kisuke raising his voice a bit too late. He assumed the steps led much deeper but as they got to the dark part of the steps, the lights came on automatically and the smell of sweets hit him hard. Underneath the Urahara shop was a massive concrete room with vats, machines, lab stations, and various manufacturing tools. There were computers set at a number of terminals beside machines but almost every single table had bundles of hand-made candy and assorted superhero outfits. There were plenty of accessories and gadgets set aside but what grabbed his attention was a massive computer monitor in the back that had a very distinct wallpaper:

A massive pin-up of Nemuri in her hero attire. Tessai pointfully didn't look at it, turning red.]

I'm so sorry! [Kisuke choked and turned to Nemuri, near to the point of collapsing on the spot.]

[ Nemuri relaxed when Tessai laid a hand on both of their shoulders. From what she saw, he'd always been Kisuke's support system, and she was grateful that he was here for him now.

She gave him a nod, following Kisuke down to the lab. ]

That sugar -

[ The saccharine scent of candy overwhelmed anything else in the lab that might've given off any foul odor, because for a moment, she'd expected vats of cloying dyes and inks for his fabrics - or even worse - pickled unnamed things suspended in jars. She was relieved that there was none of the latter. ]

Oh. [ It was then that she noticed the wallpaper of herself in the huge monitor, and she couldn't help her pleased laugh. ] Not to worry, that's my usual uniform. I wear other special things just for you.

[ And, feeling much better about the whole thing, she gave him a playful wink. ]

Um. [Kisuke looked away sharply, red as the failed Midnight candy sculpture his eyes went to next. It looked fine otherwise but he saw a slight defect in it that one would only catch if they looked intently. One of her legs was slightly lighter than the other. There was a little sticky note at the base with sharpie on it that read 'Not good enough! >:('

Nemuri's expression shook him briefly and he stood stunned, looking a little helpless.]

...I'm-- T-Thank you?

[He agreed with the sticky note written by the obviously insane man he would eventually become. He didn't know Nemuri but anyone who seemed that happy to be around him deserved better than that. Kisuke looked around at the assortment of Karakurizer outfits and thin white material samples arranged in a circle on one of the lab desks. There was a gradient chart with a hundred small variables jotted down per sample in fine script. He recognized the shaky handwriting as his whenever he worked overnight.]

Well. I suppose it's definitive. I'm him. [Of course, the first thing he thought about was how he ruined a couple's date.]

[Every little detail of the lab was filling in the bar in his head until it was solid red. One hundred percent certainty. He traced his fingers along the desk, looking for the inevitable smudges that would come from him leaning on it for hours at a time, finding the folding keyboard that spun out of the desk on an axis. Sitting down, he found a command prompt to enter a few basic commands. It didn't take much guessing to figure out what his executables were. He didn't think that would change even with a thousand years of time.]

Are you getting to work already? I thought you'd want to look around a bit more.

[Tessai followed him, only deciding to raise his head up once Nemuri's pin-up was hidden by the prompt.]

...Why not? [He glanced back to Nemuri and then back to Tessai, genuinely unperturbed by what he was working on.] They were on a date, weren't they?

[ Nemuri watched as Kisuke re-explored his lab, putting together the pieces of what his future self had done/will do and taking to it like a fish to water. That just confirmed what Nemuri thought - despite how vastly different he appeared on the surface, Kisuke was still Kisuke.

She took a moment to have a look around as well, her gaze softening when she saw the "failed" candy Midnight statue. The difference in color was almost negligible, but he still pushed himself to make a better version. Nemuri could understand; she was a perfectionist herself. She'd already told him this when he'd gifted her the perfect finished product, but as long as he was doing it to make himself happy too, and not just for her sake, then she'd accept his gifts with joy.

She also saw the superhero outfits he'd been working on, as well as the samples for her new skinsuit... Her heart grew warm and full.

Nemuri walked over him to wrap her arms around his back as he sat at his terminal, her hands easily looping around his shoulders as she dropped a kiss onto his head. She then bent down to kiss his cheek, then his jawline - completely nonplussed by Tessai, who could see her lavishing her affections on Kisuke. ]

What do you mean, they? We were on a date.

[Tessai was already jogging out of the lab and up the stairs with an Easter Island-like still expression.

Kisuke went still when Nemuri kissed him and he hit a few wrong keys, smoothing his hands over the board. He was determined. An icy cold went through him as layers of guilt began building on one another. It wasn't that he had become an utter madman. He must have grown and spine and embraced the sort of person he wanted to be. Someone must have liked seeing that in him. The current 'Kisuke' was just the coward with none of the charms that must have gotten him in that interesting, unique position. Beautiful, affectionate and well-intentioned, Nemuri was already too good for him.

He plugged in the blood sample. The port was right where he expected it to be, underneath the desk to match the height of the sample tray set beside it.

The screen lit up with data. Human, mid-thirties, male, quirk-user. Kisuke grew quiet, his voice becoming shallow as he forced himself to smile politely.]

I'm sorry but I should hurry. It'd be unfair to you if I took any more of your time.

What?

[ Nemuri furrowed her brow, pulling back to look at Kisuke in puzzlement. At first she'd thought that perhaps he was in a rush because of the possible window in which fresh blood would be useful, but the last thing he said gave her pause. ]

Why would that be unfair?

[ She was having a flashback here - he was behaving like he did when he got stung and she saw his memories. As if he was the problem. ]

Kisuke - this is not your fault. You're talking like you're not worthy of my time. You are.

I won't stop you from finding a way to hasten the process of returning to your current age, but if you're doing it just because you think I don't like you as you are right now - [ She shook her head. ] That's not true.

[Kisuke was flying through screens, lines of data reflecting off of his eyes, wide and cheerful despite what he was saying about himself. Nemuri cared for him. Anyone could see that.

But, he couldn't imagine a scenario in which he could live in the living world and meet someone so sweet to him. For some reason, he didn't trust the person who sat in the seat he was in on a daily basis. He lied easily enough, not wanting it to actually be true. There was no way he could just flip and turn into him.]

Oh? But, I really don't think I am! It's unlikely that, if you had met me the way I am right now, you'd ever want to spend time with me.

[He set up a program, running through a file he found on results regarding himself. The encryptions were easy to go through--he just guessed what would be the most infuriating codes to match were.]

I'm not charming or nice. I get up late every morning. I cheat during training drills. I slurp my tea. I don't ever brush my hair. I space out. I ramble. I...

[He couldn't match Nemuri's eyes at all. Kisuke thought he was a coward.]

So, I must have done something to change all that. I'd have to change who I am for anyone to look at me like you do, right?

[ Nemuri sighed as she listened to all of that, pulling out another of his chairs so that she could sit beside him and look at him earnestly. So he was avoiding her gaze. Nemuri was used to grown men unable to look her in the eyes, especially when she was in her Pro Hero costume. That was fine, so long as he was listening. ]

Slurping your tea, not brushing your hair, spacing out, rambling... Trivial things. [ She waved a hand carelessly. ] First of all, you should see how I look on my days off. I look like what the cat dragged in. And I've already talked your ear off numerous times because I'm a teacher and I can't help but drone on and on. In fact, I'm about to do that now.

[ A wry smile. ]

Change is something that occurs upon that which has already been built. You won't be the Kisuke I'm dating today if you weren't the Kisuke that you were 100 years ago. I treasure you as you are now, because to remove your history from the equation would be to shun who you are today, and I could never do that.

[ She reached out to brush his hair away from his face - that same flaxen lock touching his nose as it did at present. ]

If the lesson has been learned, then I'll dismiss the class. But if not, you'll have to stay for extra credit.

[Kisuke didn't bother trying to reverse-engineer the quirk. He simply looked through the computer's database to look for something relevant that could overlap with the effects based on what the blood sample did to interact with his own blood samples. Eerily enough, the Kisuke of 'today' took samples of his own blood on a daily basis. All he had to do was interpolate the changes between his blood at the moment and the blood on file based on interactions with the quirk-user's blood. Obviously, he thought it would be that simple because he could reason it out to be. It would take exhaustive testing for anyone who didn't have an insane amount of data collection tools like his future self seemed to.

Kisuke reached to the sample trade below and pulled out an unused syrette, positioning it along his arm. As Nemuri continued, he paused and his hand started shaking. The polite smile bled away and he suddenly looked as tired as he actually felt, just as Nemuri brushed his hair aside. He was listening to her intently the whole time but he didn't want to give up his way of thinking. He wasn't happy the way he was but he could only imagine the discomfort of admitting it was a problematic line of thinking and trying to change. Kisuke took the sample and put it the slot he used before, watching it load up out of the corner of his eye. He was startled when the result came up so quickly, expecting it to take at least an hour.

The computer 'dinged' and a little panel on the side opened. A little blood-red sphere popped out on a tray, sitting on the desk by the keyboard. It was the same color as the statue of Midnight on the table. Kisuke's eyes shifted to glance at it, bewildered. He didn't remember choosing the application method. The computer defaulted to 'hardened syrup'--a little ball of candy. He would have chosen that but it was baked into his process for creating medicine. On the screen, the resulting code indicated: Approximation complete. Matched for 'most recent blood sample'. Kisuke opened his mouth, feeling his chest tighten when he looked at the little piece of candy. If there was candy loaded up for sample medications, then he had made it ahead of time. There wasn't any sound from inside the computer that indicated it was made on the spot. There was just a little bit of a medicated spray on the surface. The inside of his computer was loaded with candy and it stuck in his mind.]

I don't think you can fix me... or, that you'd really want to. That much seems true to me even if I feel like I don't believe any of the evidence.

[He picked up the candy. The sad little smile he made this time was the real deal.]

I won't know until I do it firsthand and meet you properly for myself... [Two beats.] ... Nemuri.

[He popped the candy into his mouth, giving it a thoughtful suck before his whole body disappeared in a cloud of mist. Waving his hands rapidly to dispel the cloud of mist, the 'Kisuke' of that morning rapidly waved his arms around, visibly startled. His whole body was pink, as if he had just spent the day soaking in an onsen.]

Woah, woah--that's super hot!

[ Nemuri had her eyes fixed upon Kisuke, and so she saw that look of exhaustion and defeat that shadowed his face. It tugged at her heartstrings, because it looked like he was trying to live up to some ideal of himself that he didn't feel he could achieve.

Accepting one's self, flaws and all, and deciding to grow and improve, were all tall orders. The tallest of all orders was loving one's self. Nemuri didn't think she'd be able to change his way of thinking just with one pep talk - these were processes that took time. But Nemuri was willing to do it - day in and day out - until he believed it. ]

"Fix" you? You're hardly a machine, and you're not broken either.

[ But he was right in that he wouldn't know he could do it until he did. If that made sense. She couldn't change him for him. He had to do it himself.

Nemuri watched as he popped the candy-medicine (since it was mostly candy rather than medicine) into his mouth, making him "poof!" into a cloud of smoke.

Waving the mist away with him, Nemuri eyed him curiously. He looked fairly normal, aside from turning pink like a lobster. ]

Hi, handsome.

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[For the moment, Kisuke didn't seem eager to ask any questions. He felt unbelievably tired and sweaty, like he'd been running for days on end in the blistering heat. Everything about his body felt new even down to his soul. He'd have to do a routine check on that gigai to make sure it was working.

The steam hadn't completely cleared and there was plenty coming off of his skin and out of his mouth as he made out Nemuri's face. She looked a little bothered by something--which he assumed was probably the reason why he was dripping wet and steaming.]

I'm like a fresh dumpling out of the pot! [It was even coming out of his ears.]

Hello! [He wanted to reach over and give Nemuri a kiss but he felt like the steam wasn't all that superficial. It wasn't all unpleasant, though. It was like feeling of popping out of a hot shower, except it wasn't really ending that fast.]

Nemuri, I'm sorry but... I think I need to drink a gallon or so of nice, cold water.

[ She had to smile at the idea of dumpling-Kisuke. She wanted to ask if he recalled what had happened, but making sure that he was alright was the priority at the moment. ]

Do you have a fridge down here or do we need to go back upstairs?

[ Nemuri stood, in case he needed her to get him anything. ]

The fridges down here just contain temperature specific medications. I don't think I need any of them unless I don't stop--

[The steam cleared up and he held his breath a moment for good luck.]

Oh. Good! Well, I'd rather go upstairs.

[He suddenly came to a clear realization of where he was and who he was with and he felt very, very self-conscious about it all.]

We need to get out of the completely unprepared and messy lab full of secrets gifts that hasn't been tidied up for guests at all. [He was trying not to glance at the statue he'd been using as a constant motivation for improvement in the past couple weeks.]

[ Smiling, she gave him a kiss to his cheek. So the cat was out of the bag. Well, he'd already told her about the costumes, the new skinsuit, and the kimonos, so she didn't mind seeing his progress. ]

Let's go, then.

[ She was itching to ask him what he could remember, but physical needs and his safety came first. Nemuri headed back up and out of his lab, checking where the cold water was, if he had any, as well as ice just in case they ran out.

She turned to Kisuke as he entered the kitchen, giving him a warm smile. ]

How are you feeling?

[Kisuke couldn't turn any redder but he did get his dopey little smile back where it belonged. He followed side by side with Nemuri just in case he suddenly felt like collapsing.]

Oh, just remembering little bits of the day, suddenly. Calibrating my body to advance in time with a specific blood test result was Part One and Part Two was letting the quirk itself wear off.

[Jinta and Ururu were eating lunch at the table, both saying 'Hello' to Nemuri politely, even if Jinta looked as sullen as he always did. When Kisuke stepped through the door, still beet-red and sweaty, the both of them jumped a little bit.

Ururu gaped, her jaw dropping and a little sparkle coming out of her eyes.]

Mr. Shopkeep is turning into an ogre!

[Jinta spat.] What're you, stupid!?

[Kisuke gave them a lengthly, tired look and then turned back to Nemuri, lifting a hand in his usual 'Here's some science facts!' tone of voice, albeit a little muted because his throat was dry.] Oh. Also, I'm sure everyone who recovers from it will figure it out but it's very uncomfortable having a whole day's memories shoved back into your head all at once. I feel sorry for the people who had to experience years of it in a few hours!

[ Nemuri poured Kisuke a full glass of cold water, ready to give him more as soon as he'd finished it.

Seeing the long, tired look that he gave the kids, she put her hands upon each of their heads. ]

Be nice to your father.

[ Ururu looked abashed while Jinta sputtered. ] I didn't do nothin'!

Be nice to your sister.

[ The two of them subsided into obedient silence, and Nemuri glanced back up at Kisuke with a sympathetic frown. ]

I imagine it's information overload. [ Like a year's worth of a classroom lecture shoved into one moment. ]

Edited (what is English, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more) 2020-09-06 03:22 (UTC)

[Kisuke gave off a dumb little smile the moment Nemuri came to his defense. The fever would probably die off but he wanted it to die off before Tessai got a look at him and decided he'd need to fish out more of the awful medicine from the shed--]

Thanks~. [He promptly swallowed it all in one long gulp and set down the glass, reaching into his pocket for his wallet and holding out a bill for Nemuri.]

Can I have another coffee? I'll pay for the second round ♥! [Ururu and Jinta, reasonably confused, watched him carefully.]

--Oh. Wait, I think I'm catching up! We're definitely not in the coffee shop anymore.

Afraid I'm no barista, but I can pour an amazing glass of fresh, cold water.

[ Which she promptly did, passing it to Kisuke with a reassuring smile. (That actually gave her an idea of what to give him next...)

She looked at the two teens, deciding to explain the situation to them when she noted their confusion. ]

He was hit by an age-reversal Quirk earlier. He went back around a hundred years. It's alright now, though; he created a medicine that returned him to his usual age.

[ Nemuri looked back to Kisuke, concern wrinkling her brow. ] Are you alright now? You still look red... Perhaps you should lie down?

[Ururu whispered to Jinta, "Was he a baby?"

Jinta gaped, unsure how to answer until he finally replied, "...I dunno. He's gotta be pretty old, right?"

Kisuke was sipping at the water the second time around, his face slipping into the usual dumb little smile he had on when he was with Nemuri. The kids were whispering about Urahara being probably a thousand years old and that he was actually a grandpa.]

Oh, it's fine, Nemuri! It's just going to be like a really bad sunburn later, so I'll have to take a dip in the bath tonight~.

[He started walking out of the kitchen, looking for the living room where he could throw himself on the nice couch. With a happily dizzy hum in his voice, Kisuke shakily made his way over.] Come on, let's watch the news! I bet they're showing you working right now.

[ Nemuri caught wind of them whispering and said, ] So you're saying I'm dating a thousand-year-old grandpa? The age gap is scandalous - that makes me feel naughty.

[ Laughing, she left them with dumbfounded expressions on their faces as she headed off to the living room with Kisuke. ]

Do you need any help with topical medicines, anything like that?

[ When she passed by Tessai as she said that, she thought she saw a gleam shine the large man's eyes. ]

Does Tessai-san have some ointment we can put on you?

Hah! Well, that's definitely a hurtful thing for my adoring charges to say about me, isn't it! About a man who's already quite sensitive enough about his age, hmmm?

[There was some shuffling in the kitchen as he made an effort to raise his voice to say that. Shortly after, Kisuke's eyes bulged and fixed on Tessai. He was breaking into a sweat again.]

No. No, Tessai's bussy. He has to--He has to-- [Crap, what day was it--] He has to unload shipments and he's very busy!

Well, it's clearly not true, considering how full of vigor you are. Only a youthful, lively man could do the things that you've -

[ Tessai coughed loudly, and Nemuri's smile was just a tiny bit smug as she settled down beside Kisuke.

However, his nervousness was rolling off him in waves, and she glanced at Tessai, who looked... excited about something? ]

Alright, then...

[ That was a little odd.

Nemuri glanced as Kisuke, wondering if she could now ask about what had happened. ]

Are your memories of the day back now?

[Strangely enough, Kisuke was holding his cane between him and Tessai defensively, even as a little glimmer of light shined off of the giant's glasses.]

Y-yeah, let's talk about that! I'm feeling great after all, so we can definitely do some small talk!

[He was keeping Tessai in sight as he slid into the living room with Nemuri and closed the shoji with a solid thud. A slight calm washed over him, even if it was a little muted.]

But, yes, I think I'm back up to speed. I think I was the main target, whoever that... Uh, weird fellow was. He was very adamant about sending you a message and he claimed I was ruining his life?

[Wouldn't be the first time that would happen to him, he was sure.]

I was expecting fans of yours to harass me but I wasn't expecting it to be a grown man in a diaper.

[ Nemuri caught Tessai's look of disappointment as the shoji panels slammed shut. She had to ask about that.

Ugh. Remembering the Babymaker made her rub at her temples. ]

I'm so sorry he had to get you like that. He asked for my number and I wouldn't give it.

[ She cupped Kisuke's face to give him a kiss to his cheek. ]

So... is your past self happy now, looking at what you've made for yourself?

Edited 2020-09-07 08:40 (UTC)

...Is that really it?

[Having never had rabid fans before, Kisuke was left with a perplexed look on his face. He sat down with Nemuri as she planted a kiss on him and he was reluctant to kiss her back until he had a second to think about how strange that morning was.

He brushed it off and returned the kiss before taking off his haori and resting it on the back of the couch along with his hat. Even if he had some water to cool off, his remedy was very hastily prepared and a bit difficult on his body.

There was a pause in him as he thought about it.]

It was like a little dream added to the back of my mind--I barely remember it except a couple of nice things you said. [She was naturally gifted when it came to speaking to positive thinking and for that, he was grateful. He remembered one other thing.]

Unfortunately, as a particular type of scientist, I'll never be happy with any given thing I make, whether it's a complete failure or as close-to-perfect as one can get. What's made me happy is the process.

I was very happy to meet everyone again in that process and I'm pretty satisfied with other forms of progress I'm making. [He lifted his head up and leaned over, falling with his head on Nemuri's lap, looking up at her. He had one leg kicked over the couch's armrest.]

No. Very satisfied.

[ Nemuri nodded, making herself comfortable as Kisuke sprawled out across the couch, laying his head on her lap. She stroked her fingers through his wheat-colored hair, brushing away that persistent patch that fell across his face and touched his nose. Deja vu - she'd done that earlier this day and thought, his hair does the same thing when he's older. Now she had that thought process in reverse. ]

Mm. [ She gave him an affectionate smile. ] I'm glad.

[ She was gratified to know that her mindset aligned with his - that the journey was just as vital as the outcome, and that whoever he was in the past was instrumental in making him the man that she loved today. ]

[He never bothered to style it or do anything with it. For most other people, that kind of hair was a sign of laziness. He had split hairs and little knots in it but it never looked bad even if he left it alone. Somehow, the style always seemed to work even if just a little. It was one of the points of him that he knew was charming because it was effortless.]

Really? [He knew it was an understatement. In the moments when Nemuri calmed down and all she had for him was a smile, he knew she was completely satisfied. Kisuke looked up at Nemuri, reaching aside for the remote so he could turn on the T.V. and watch her twice at the same time.]

'Cause, I can hear the pitter-patter of your heart all the way from down here.

[ Kisuke was right about that. Nemuri liked him best when he was being himself - whether it was lounging around in his "getaboshi" outfit like he was now, or tinkering like a madman in his lab, or being wonderfully extra about mundane things. (So basically all the time?)

He was also right about when Nemuri calmed down enough just to sparkle and beam at him, it meant that she was completely satisfied. It was the equivalent of Sushi sleeping belly up, without a care in the world.

She grinned, continuing to stroke his hair. ]

Mm. I'm just really happy. [ Not just for herself, but for Kisuke too - because he'd come all this way and was now comfortable in his own skin. ]

[It was a bit of a shame. They were supposed to spend the day going out and walking and Nemuri ended up having to watch over him as he had a little mental breakdown and he nearly dehydrated himself.

He felt bad about it for just a moment until he realized she looked absolutely pleased with herself. The television began to hum and he reached up to flip it to the news. It wasn't often that non-violent villains made it into the news but the Babymaker's quirk was strange enough to--

Immediately, the camera was pointed at Nemuri, about to kiss a Kisuke in his 'mid 20s' as a reporter described the recovery phases the victims of the 'attack' were going through.]

...Oh. Well, I'm sure I'll have to look over my shoulder for a while.

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[ It was true that it hadn't been a typical date, but then again, what about their lives or their relationship was typical? Nemuri was just happy that she was able to spend time with him and that he was alright now - never mind what had transpired during the day. All's well that ends well, in her book.

Nemuri was just relaxing when she saw the freeze frame of her about to kiss Kisuke, and her jaw dropped. ]

Do they not have any respect for your privacy -

[ She sighed, once again rubbing at her temples. ]

We should probably stay away from the public for a while. I don't want any more rabid "fans" attacking you.

[ She knew that Kisuke could more than easily defend himself, but the idea that they'd go out only to spend it paranoid about every single person that they came across did not sound like Nemuri's idea of a good date. ]

Edited 2020-09-11 04:06 (UTC)

[Kisuke reached into his robes for his phone, looking at what appeared to be a dozen texts from Yoruichi. A number of them were angry and the rest were concerned when she realized he was one of the people affected.

Or, well, they were concern veiled by anger. She couldn't possibly worry about him without wanting to kick him in the face. He responded, 'No worries, I'm being comforted as we speak! Sorry about worrying you~.']

Oh, don't worry about that! It's not the first time a soul reaper ever got caught on camera in a gigai. I'll get scolded for being inattentive but it won't affect much.

[He knew that wasn't really Nemuri's concern but he had a solution, none-the-less. Kisuke reached over and rubbed Nemuri's knee, trying to ease a little of the stress she had built up watching the crass news story unfold.]

I can whip something up if you want to keep going out without the two of us being identified~.

[Kisuke smiled and shrugged.]

Besides, it's not the first stalker of yours I've encountered. The first two were a lot meaner, though.

[ That hadn't even crossed her mind, and she glanced down at him in concern, her brows knit. She didn't know that their gigai were meant to stay off the grid as well, and the fact that he was now dating a celebrity was bound to make that more difficult. ]

I hope no one's too angry with you.

[ Looks like they had to be more vigilant about stalkers. ]

Oh? What did you have in mind?

Wait - [ Her eyes grew wide. ] You've met others?

The meanest thing I read was that someone claimed that I begged you for a kiss.

[He scoffed, watching the repeat of the footage. If anything, his gigai looked goofy to the point of blind stupidity at the time though he supposed it was his own fault for programming a 'cute hunk' mode into it to lighten the mood if Nemuri ended up with it during a crisis.

Unfortunately, a much lighter situation just ended up making him look like an idiot... which wasn't too far off base but it seemed inappropriate in hindsight. Kisuke also kept quite on the obfuscation idea simply because he hadn't implemented something too subtle before. Usually, his concealment devices were just... invisibility.]

I can beg more convincingly than that.

[He paused and kept going, realizing Nemuri was a bit more shocked by the news than he expected.]

Oh. They were mostly just creepy and didn't buy anything. [He sounded a little hurt.]

But, I'd say the worst things they did had done was review-bombing my store online...

[ Nemuri watched in horror as the camera zoomed in even further to highlight Kisuke's gigai's expression. Quite honestly she did love it when he wore those dopey, happy smiles with abandon, but seeing it on the news practically painted a bull's eye on his forehead.

She was so distraught that she didn't even have the chance to turn his statement about begging into a risque joke. ]

They've even come here? Stalking me I can deal with, but bothering you and everyone else here - and going as far as review bombing your store -

It's not that you all need protecting because I know you're all formidable fighters - [ Tessai was the only one whose skills she hadn't heard about, but she was sure he was up there as well - ] but intruding on your personal lives like that! Hmph! The nerve of some people! How dare they bother innocent citizens like this -

[ Steam may have just been pouring out of her ears. ]

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[Kisuke stared at Nemuri the whole time she began fuming and ranting, barely hearing any of it. His eyes were wide and his jaw dropped just a little, stunned. He had his name dragged through the mud and his entire known culture turned against him for over a century and he had plenty of close friends to help him through it but no one had ever gotten that angry on his behalf.

He knew how he felt about her but he hadn't felt it shoved in his face quite so directly before that moment. Knowing it and being made to look it right in the face were two different things. Review bombs? Nothing. Rude customers? A cough in the wind. Television appearances? Nothing the visual department couldn't wipe off the face of the planet.

What he was looking at was--]

Oh. [He realized what he was saying a bit too late to hold it back, almost as if he had to issue some sort of counterpoint to Nemuri's anger.] I love you.

[ Nemuri hadn't known that her very vocal demonstration of being on his side had touched him that much.

In fact, she was mid-rant, hissing and spitting like an angry cat, going on and on about how they should respect Kisuke and shouldn't make him a target for more attacks by putting him on the news, when he suddenly surprised her with his declaration.

She abruptly cut herself off in the middle of whatever she was saying, because suddenly it didn't matter what she was saying. ]

I love you too.

[ Her anger washed away into giddy happiness, the rush of it making her almost lightheaded, and she let out a laugh. ]

[He knew but it was even better to hear it than to just have that information tucked away. It was obviously more real and worth just as much. Kisuke took in a breath and sighed curtly, pleased with himself when Nemuri told him.

He wanted her to say it more but it would have been a little pushy when he was feeling fine just seeing the anger shift so easily into a smile. He had to take some pride in seeing the tiniest moment of surprise in her when she heard him. Kisuke relaxed and patted the back of Nemuri's hand, resting it there. Her pulse hadn't really dropped though it wasn't for the negative reason it had been elevated for before.

He wouldn't say it was all worth it because clearly, Nemuri would still be upset later but it was an important moment for him. She'd done plenty to boost his self-esteem when she tried but the tipping point had been something completely unintentional and natural.]

There. I'm completely satisfied.

[ That was quite the rush of endorphins from one topic to another, and Nemuri took a moment to settle into it, letting out a long, slow breath to release her anger so that she could fully bask in being and feeling loved. True, she'd still rage on his behalf later, but right now, that didn't matter.

She smiled as Kisuke laid a hand on hers, and she used her free hand to stroke his hair gently.

She'd even do her happy dance if it wouldn't wiggle Kisuke off of her lap. ]

Me too.

[ She really was. Kisuke was safe and back to normal. That's what was important. ]

[There were plenty of rewards in that one gesture. Nemuri calmed down, she said it back to him and he got to say it for himself. It was an overall win. With Nemuri looking so sweet and happy, Kisuke reached over to flip the channel to something else. It immediately popped into a local gameshow where people tried to guess each others' quirks after chatting.

It was better to let her anger dwindle down. Later, he'd go ahead and clean up those photos from the news. Some people would get a hold of it but he could set up bots to automatically flag them and remotely delete them if they got uploaded. If anything, he didn't have to reprogram the bots he used the last time around. He could just add in variables for his clean-shaven face.]

Heh. You know, if it really was me from that far back in the past... I think that was the most handsome I ever was.

[There was something sly in his tone. He was fishing.]

[ He cast it so masterfully that it was easy for him to catch a Nemuri-fish, hook, line, and sinker.

She lifted a brow at him as she gave him an indulgent smile. ]

Of course you were oh-so-cute back then, but... right now? I think you're very handsome and sexy.

[ Yes, getaboshi and all? He might ask, why was that? Well - ]

You wear your confidence and intelligence well.

[ She'd lean in to seal that with a kiss, but considering their angle, she'd just end up smothering him in her boobs - so she raised their entwined hands to her lips to kiss his knuckles instead. ]

[One of many things Kisuke loved about Nemuri was her eagerness to go along with him while being fully aware enough to spot his ulterior motives from a mile away. Simply seeing through his ploys was interesting but wanting to play around regardless made her absolutely perfect.

He returned her smile with an obviously fake, modest smile of his own.]

My, oh my! Is that the case? I suppose it's easy for anyone to feel confident when they're looking up and seeing you smile, right?

[He lifted one finger to press against Nemuri's lower lip, tracing to the corner of her mouth.]

But, I don't know about 'intelligent'. Honestly, sometimes I think I'd do all kinds of stupid things just for that.

[ She couldn't help her smile as his finger traced the fullness of her lower lip, and she angled her head to catch his fingertip in a playful kiss. ]

You know how they say there's sometimes a fine line between genius and madness.

[ She laughed, nuzzling his fingers with her nose. ]

Besides, how you apply yourself is one thing. The sheer brainpower that you have is another. I know I'm perfectly thrilled to be with a mysterious samurai-slash-kooky mad scientist.

[ A mad scientist brilliant enough to reverse Quirks without really tackling the Quirk itself. It just meant that he could find other ways to solve a problem without necessarily taking the most obvious route. ]

[There was also the matter of Nemuri growing to like him the more she found out about him. It made him feel guilty that he knew he couldn't unload it all at once while he knew so much about her even from the moment they met but he was sure it was just window-dressing. What he was learning was making him excited to see her every day.]

Oh? You know, I rarely get called that: a scientist. I've been called 'mad' a lot before, though.

[The dumb little joke pried a snort out of him and he curled his fingers, tracing his fingers down along Nemuri's jawline, feeling just a little bit depressed over being too tired to jump her at the time. Go figure--rapidly aging one's self with spiritual power wore him out a little.]

'Weird', 'Strange' and 'Strangely Handsome'. I get called all that a lot.

[ With Kisuke, it was honestly like unwrapping present after present. Literally and figuratively. There were a multitude of facets to him that she had yet to find, and she was likewise excited to discover more about him. ]

It may be because people don't know you have literal laboratories. That, or they lost in the mystique of your getaboshi outfit.

[ She laughed. It was only by virtue of him giving her a t-shirt with his face printed on it on their... third meeting?... that she'd realized that he was a tinkerer. At the time, he'd reminded her of the manic frenzy of the support course students to invent and build.

She traced the pads of her fingertips down the open collar of his quintessential green gi. ]

What about sexy? I'm still surprised that your female neighbors don't come to buy things from you just to admire your muscular chest and your sexy ankles.

Well, not all scientists have labs, sub-labs and extensive network tunnels for particle-based testing.

[If it was a joke, it was very gently crafted. Kisuke looked from the television to Nemuri, arching a brow then her fingers drifted slyly without him noticing at first, running along his chest. He blinked a few times, wondering why that light petting caught him off guard.

What she said caught him even more off guard. He was joking about the 'strangely handsome' bit but the specificity of her alone had him arching a brow, looking up at her with just a hint of incredulity.]

...My ankles? [He lifted one bare foot and wiggled it, looking at his ankles. The only thing he thought of when he looked across the couch at them was: Relatively healthy-looking.]

In the same way that not all heroes wear capes? I certainly don't have one.

[ Her bright blue eyes twinkled at him, recognizing the not-so-subtle "flex" (as the youngsters called it) when he talked about his facilities. ]

And you built all those? [ A dreamy sigh. ] How did I ever get so lucky to be with such a passionate and intense boyfriend?

[ She laughed, unable to resist the urge to... grab him and squish him to her ample chest in glee.

Nemuri was still holding him to her boobs when he observed his own ankles. ]

You weren't displaying them on purpose?

Well, I have had an abundance of time. [Construction, even when it was down to two people, could be done with time even if they didn't have access to blasting magic. Kisuke could have probably done it all with a shovel if he really wanted to.

When he watched Nemuri's expression turn dream-like, Kisuke smiled a bit wider and ghosted a little laugh.]

Oh my. I think I'd like to get a glimpse of the 'me' you're seeing at some point.

[He sighed happily against Nemuri and peered back down at his ankles when she asked--]

Actually, that does make sense. [She must have been into legs. His own personal reasoning had been that it was easier to nap in a shorter gi but the world had interesting ways in making minor little gestures become strangely important.]

Unfortunately, I can't exactly take credit. They just happen to be comfortable cuffed like that and they don't get caught on my geta~. Though, I'll happily take 'luring in Nemuri accidentally', too.

How long did it take you to set everything up? [ She realized she actually didn't know how long he'd been in the human world. ] Oh, and if it's not classified, when did you move to Karakura? [ In the same way that some Pro Hero work was confidential, she expected that there were a few things in a shinigami's work that was meant to be kept secret - aside from their existence, of course.

Nemuri stroked his cheek fondly, running her fingertips across the stubble that she'd grown to appreciate even more. ]

You say that you're a sexy, handsome, perverted shopkeeper, so I believe you already know your charms!

Mmm... [ She let out a little sound that was akin to a purr. ] Actually, I do think the geta add to the look. I think they showcase your ankles perfectly.

For the labs? It took a few months. The tunnels, I only finished a couple of weeks ago! Ururu was excited to do that one, so we did most of it with a mixture of hand-tools and Arts!

[Kisuke slowly reached up with both hands to Nemuri's shoulders and he slowly shifted off of her knees, huffing in a little bit of impatient.

It was one thing to be gently flirting and another for her to start giving him those eyes willy-nilly. He looked a little annoyed, albeit playfully.]

But, come on! Lie down with me or I'll get frustrated. You're giving me the kind of eyes that make me want to hold you.

[His feet were hanging off of the edge of the couch with that little slide but he could meet Nemuri by shifting again.]

Besides, as a perverted shopkeeper, I'm definitely starved for attention.

I'd love to have a tour, if that's alright. [ She was certain that Ururu would be happy to show off her handiwork. ] So is how long you've been here in Karakura a secret?

Oh? What kind of eyes are those?

[ Laughing, Nemuri obliged and scooted down with Kisuke so that they were both stretched out across the couch. She settled beside him comfortably, facing him and adjusting her glasses so that she could look into his eyes as they talked. ]

It would be remiss of me to not lavish you with the attention that you deserve. [ She rubbed her nose to his with a giggle. ]

Welllll, we can't tour the tunnels. I'm currently running something in there.

[A particle collision like the one he was testing wouldn't really hurt anyone but it would obliterate the sterile environment and he'd have to scrub everything down and that would take days.]

But, the labs are totally fine! You haven't even seen the weapons development and testing area~! [Ururu would definitely love showing off that she could fire two bazookas at the same time.

Kisuke snaked his arms around Nemuri without hesitation, his mouth opening wide in a dopey smile before he buried his face into her neck and exhaled, suddenly very satisfied with himself. He tilted his head, looking up at Nemuri, his eyes dulled by weariness creeping up on him.]

Something only I get to see.

[ Nemuri nodded solemnly. She was no scientist and certainly knew to stay away from delicate experiments. Speaking of which - ]

Weapons development, hm? [ Her expression was thoughtful. ]

During that fight you had with that Arrancar, I kept wishing that I knew how to help. I then got the idea... If you wanted a sample of Somnambulist so that you could look into it and maybe use it against Hollows, I'd be glad to give you what you need to work with.

[ As it was, her Quirk was too dangerous to use in areas where a lot of people converged, but perhaps Kisuke could think of something to do with it, if he was interested in that.

Nemuri threaded her fingers through his straw-colored hair contentedly, dropping a kiss onto his forehead before he looked up at her. ]

Of course. [ She gave him a gentle kiss to his mouth. Midnight was already difficult to get to know by virtue of being protected by U.A.'s walls and by her busy schedule. Getting to know Nemuri was nearly impossible, and thus he was right in that seeing her the way that she was now was for his eyes only. ]

It's been a long day for you... Do you want to get some sleep?

A long day for me? You've been watching out for me this whole time without any breaks and you're still wondering if you could do anything else to help.

[Kisuke watched Nemuri as she fell into thought, his expression slacking bit by bit. The more he learned about her, the more Kisuke could tell that Nemuri was the sort of person who didn't like settling for one version of the world to deal with. Things changed and she seemed to look forward to the challenges that came with it.

He slipped one hand back into his pocket, pulling out a small fuzzy-looking pink ball. It was roughly the size of a ping-pong ball and had the foamy springiness of a stress ball.]

...But yes, I figured you'd like more. This is a prototy... [He fell asleep before he could get the words out, the ball landing on his cheek and rolling between himself and Nemuri.]

[ Nemuri hadn't even thought about that. Watching over Kisuke wasn't something that sapped her energy because she didn't think of it as a chore or as a task that she had to complete. She was happy to do it, and besides, it was her stalker that got him into this mess in the first place. ]

It's the least I could do after what happened. Besides, I'll always want to spend time with you, regardless of the circumstance.

[ She pressed a light kiss to his forehead.

She was just about to accept the fuzzy pink ball when he suddenly fell asleep, and she couldn't help her wry smile, gently smoothing his hair back. It had been a tiring day for him, and he needed to recover his strength.

Nemuri took the ball, eyeing it curiously. Whatever it was, it'd have to wait. ]

{ooc: Canonblind, but I can offer one small child who maybe used to be a student of Midnight's/Nemuri's for meme purposes? Marion's a brat, but I definitely encourage all the babying and embarrassing her you could possibly want. 8'D}

[ ooc; likewise canonblind, but I'm all for it! c: ]

{ooc: I have a few different ideas, then! Basically, in canon, Marion is an orphan (as far as we know) English witch in a weird 19th century steampunk anime world, and has been cursed to grow younger over time since she was 13. So my immediate thought was modern school AU for her, probably with a magic department at the school as well, and maybe she's a foreign exchange student or a foreigner staying in Japan long-term. But I'm torn between two options on actual scenario...

Option A - it's basically the same as her canon and Midnight has seen Marion gradually grow younger over her time at the school, until finally she grows so small that Midnight just can't let her stay on her own all the time without any parents or family anymore as long as she's still "cursed". Or option B, Marion was her proper age at one point, until suddenly something happened to deage her and Midnight, who could be in either full teacher flavor or also deaged to student age for this one, just finds her like that.

Either way, I'm flexible on exactly how young Marion ends up! Canon has her at physically 9, so that's probably the upper limit, but I'll gladly take her down to five or six or hell, literally a toddler if Midnight wants to deal with that, lmao.}

[ ooc; thanks for the background on her canon! That should help us come up with a setting. c: BNHA approaches Quirks from a scientific perspective, so we could either AU it into a world where powers come from magic, or vice versa, where Marion's powers are based on the genetic mutation known as Quirks.

I'm leaning more toward option A, if that's alright with you! ]

{ooc: Yeah, I was struggling to come up with a way for Marion's loosely-defined magic to be anything as scientific as what I know of the Quirks. So if you're fine with AUing powers as more supernatural, that works for me! And I was also leaning towards the A option, myself!

And if you have any preferences for how young Marion ends up before the teacher decides to intervene, let me know! I can probably come up with a way to start us off from here, I'm just still debating on that one detail...

(I'm also gonna throw out that I'm all for Midnight using her powers on Marion, if she feels the need to. I know canon apparently says it's more effective on men, but hey, maybe it works weirdly well on kids too in this AU... and Marion is going to be a huge brat, probably.)}

[ ooc; yup, that's fine by me! I think Midnight wouldn't let her grow any younger to the point that she's rendered helpless, so I honestly think she'd start worrying when Marion reaches around 9-10.

Sure! And no worries, it actually works fine on girls too. They just need a stronger dose. c: ]

{ooc: Oh my god, why didn't I think of just needing a stronger dose, that's even more hilarious. Now I think I can start us off... just let me know if anything needs to be adjusted!}

[Even among a unique crowd of students, Marion has stood out since her first day in this school. As a first-year, she'd been clearly a couple of years younger than the other students, giving the impression she was probably some kind of prodigy who'd moved up through the school system in her home country. Except according to her records, she wasn't younger at all... at least, not chronologically. Nobody knew how, but the girl had somehow been cursed, for lack of a better term, and grew younger instead of older with each passing day. It meant she got teased by some of the other students at times, and occasionally there'd be incidents when she embarrassed herself by acting more the age she looked than the age she claimed to be. But she never seemed to be aware of this behavior, merely insisting on her actual age and maturity whenever it was challenged. Never mind that being so small, and growing smaller over time, made high school that much more of a challenge itself. She at least excelled in her classes, and applied herself particularly to researching spells and possible applications of powers that might restore her to her "real" age. Having no parents or home obligations, she tended to stay later than most other students before she left...

Today, as a third-year student, she walks the halls after another ultimately fruitless afternoon. The staff of the school, embarrassingly, keep track of her physical age, making her just recently nine years old by the official count. They won't even let her use the school labs without an "older" student present anymore! Not since the incident with the stepstool. Every year, it motivates her to try that much harder to find a way to not just stop the process, but reverse it. If it takes much longer, she won't be able to enjoy being seventeen (for real) and in the prime blush of young womanhood during her high school years! At least once she's home, she doesn't have anyone else there to treat her like a chi-...]

Kayama-sensei?

[She blinks, surprised to see this particular teacher still in the building, standing between her and the exit door. It could be striking to the tall woman just how small Marion is now, looking more like a young elementary schooler wearing a child-sized high school uniform as a costume. She's barely up to the teacher's waist, even, and has to tilt her head up pretty far just to look the woman in the eyes.]

Why are you still here?

[ It wasn't that Nemuri wanted to make the young woman feel inept. As a lady herself, she'd known what it was like to have people look down on your abilities because of your gender - she didn't want to have to add Marion's "age" on top of that too.

However, it was apparent that it was beginning to be physically more difficult for Marion as time progressed. The curriculum of U.A. was rigorous at best, and it was more and more difficult - and dangerous - as Marion tried to overcome the physical challenges of combat. The classroom setting was less dangerous, but accessing the labs and other more finicky equipment was not advisable when one had less dexterity. Even more so when any mistake could cause a literal explosion.

On top of that, Quirks tended to injure their own users the younger they got, so that was another thing to worry about.

She didn't want Marion to see her clouded expression though, so she flashed the young woman a smile. ]

Hello, Marion. I was looking for you, actually.

Done with the day's work?

[Objectively, the school kept Marion's best interests in mind as she grew less physically capable and more prone to bouts of immature behavior. But of course it was easy for her to simply see being treated any differently as being looked down on. And she'd had quite an ego before she started growing younger, so now every little tease from other students or that "for your own good" tone the adults tended to take set her off very easily.

Kayama Nemuri seemed different, though. Marion had grown kind of fond of the teacher lately... which really only meant she didn't have the same kind of outbursts with her as with other teachers. So there was no rude snapping back or haughty overcompensation for her less than imposing physical presence this time. She took the simple pleasantry exactly as presented, not reading any condescension into it at all.]

I guess. They said I should start going home earlier, anyway.

[She, of course, still grumbled constantly about the condescension she read into everything else.

But once she was done with her complaint, she frowned curiously.]

Wait... you were looking for me?

[ castmates adored! cross-canon okay. this guy can be the world's worst babysitter for someone who's been aged down. (no, really, he's going to suck at this. let's hope everyone survives.) ]

[literally the character in the post, a high school detective who got shrunken down. can play straight up from canon or from an AU.]

[Someone can either come across Teen Chikai from back before he had eye bags, or he can be the finder!]

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[ available in both "Smol Bitey Child" and "Unsettling Teenbab" varieties. ]

[Can be either the bab, the adult, or both can be babs!]

[I'm interested! How about I throw baby Ben at him in the Plaza or at his home in the Wilds?]

[prepare for a royal brat.]

[ Having a sniffle! ]

[If they're the one aged-down, you have 2 options:

[1) they're a smol blond child. Or, 2) They're a sea-dwelling fish.]

[Can be of normal age or aged-down; aged-down tags will be from the account

psudoholometabolous.]

In hindsight, it should have been obvious to Thrawn that the object was a Dark Side artifact. The object, a round orb that resembled a timepiece, showed similarities to Nightsister effigies and even bits of jewelry that allowed for shapeshifting. Thrawn figured that it was harmless unless one had the Force.

Unfortunately, the Force is one of the few areas Thrawn knows very little about and doesn't quite understand.

He also made the error of letting Glenn examine it, thinking that his mate might see something different in it than Thrawn did.

All Thrawn knows is that he left for just a minute to go retrieve his datapad, and when he came back to his office, he found a child.

"Glenn? What happened to you?"

It's a strange feeling -- to be curious about an object, and then suddenly experiencing some sort of backwards slipping, like falling from the side of a tall tower. His head swims, shirt hanging off of him like a dress, pants in a puddle on the floor.

--This isn't the meadow.

Colorless eyes snap up when he hears his name on an unfamiliar voice, and then widen at the tall person. Stumbling back and tripping over his too-large clothes, he bangs his head on the floor with a yelp, but scrambles back to his feet with a sniffle, shaking.

"Wh--who are you?? I was--"

He looks around furtively, whimpering at the very alien sights around him. He clutches his hands towards his chest and bites hard on his lip. His voice comes out with a forced calm.

"A-are you a friend of mom's...?"

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Thrawn thinks fast. Glenn is obviously scared and doesn't recognize him. He hadn't just reverted back physically, but mentally too. This could prove troublesome until Thrawn figures out how that artifact works and can revert Glenn back to his proper age.

For now, he just has to play along and keep Glenn calm. "Yes, I am. I am Thrawn, and I have been asked to watch you."

He might have to ask for advice from any crew member who has kids. Thrawn knows there's a few on the Chimaera who have talked about going home to visit their kids when they get shore leave. Even crew members who had younger siblings could have valuable advice for this situation, even if Glenn isn't a normal human child.

Going over to his desk, Thrawn makes the holos of artwork vanish and replaces them with artwork of insects, hoping that'll calm Glenn down.

"...Mister Thrawn. Okay."

Taking a few breaths, he nods a little, and wiggles his feet, frowning to realize that he doesn't have shoes on. Or... anything else other than his shirt. A shirt that is weirdly too big...

But that doesn't seem super important when mom has a friend like this?

He does, however, notice the insect artwork, but...

The large person is more interesting. And he stands out to Glenn like a pink elephant in the room. Flexing his hands and briefly shaking his arms, he looks at Thrawn carefully, mouth still lightly quivering and face wholly, completely expressive despite his efforts to not show it. Despite how his voice strains to hide that nervousness.

"You like insects, too?" Brow furrowing, the youth - no older than 8, it seems - searches Thrawn's expression carefully, hands gripping the bottom of his shirt (well, as far as his arms can go) and twisting it around nervously.

"Or-- are you just 'humoring' me?"

His gaze flicks briefly to Thrawn's, noticing with a hesitant burst of interest that they're most definitely glowing, kind of, but unlike a pyrophorus beetle. What kind of friend of mom's is he?

Thrawn gingerly picks up the artifact and sets it on his desk for now, so he can study and examine it later. Perhaps once Glenn is busy or sleeping. He pushes a button on his desk and puts in an order for the textile engineers, one set of children's clothing. The people on the other end sound confused but take the order, which should be ready soon.

Turning back to Glenn, Thrawn replies, "I heard that you liked them. I collect artwork, and I just so happened to have pieces that represent insects in my collection."

Glenn still looks at him with some dubiousness, mind working away to continue to try to make sense of this.

Then again, his mom doesn't usually talk about her friends, anyway. So that makes sense why he hasn't heard of Mister Thrawn before.

He nods a little after a moment, chewing on his lip. Looking around again, he tries to continue to make sense of his surroundings, frowning.

"...Mom usually doesn't need to ask anyone to watch me. 'Cause we live in the woods. Only Clara and her mom come to visit. 'Cause everyone else thinks I'm weird and hate me."

Looking back up at him, he quickly avoids direct eye contact.

"...You don't think that I like insects is weird?"

"Of course not. We all have our interests, be it artwork or insects. The other children are fools to make fun of you for it." Of course, he knows that's not the only reason Glenn was ostracized by his peers at this age.

Thrawn still feels like he's in uncharted space. He's worked with children before, but usually they were navigators. But Glenn is a child created in a laboratory. Thrawn will also have to be careful not to reveal anything to Glenn about what happened to him when he got older, such as losing the girl he loved and deciding that "Mister Thrawn" was his ideal mate. There also comes the question of how to keep this child entertained while he studies the artifact.

Sorry, Thrawn. Even to this youngster, bugs are less important than talking to the person in the room. He averts his eyes completely in order to look a little bit at some of the art.

"...They think I'm weird because bugs try to give me things. Like food, or parts of their home, like crows sometimes do. And they think my eyes are creepy. I've been told I should pull them out a few times so I stop making people upset. Mom says that they just don't understand, but that they will find something else to do soon."

Biting his lip again, he notices the artifact on the desk. While he does put his hands on the desk itself as he takes a careful look at it, he doesn't reach out to touch it.

"Never mind. What's this thing? It's really noisy."

Thrawn can't help but be reminded of the bullying he got at the Academy on Coruscant, where he was ostracized for being an alien and from outside the core region. Thrawn took it in stride, since he knew that any retaliation would be futile, but Glenn was just a child when he was being bullied.

He looks at the artifact, then back at Glenn. "That is what I am trying to figure out. It is very old and has a strange power. I thought it merely a time piece, but now I believe it is more than that. I would not recommend touching it until I figure out what it is and how it works."

Lest Glenn turns into an infant or an old man.

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"...Hmmm..."

Infinitely more interested in the artifact than the insects now, Glenn drums his fingers roughly against the desk as he refrains from touching it. The desk is completely unaffected by Glenn's touch.

He looks between Thrawn and the object.

"Do you hear it muttering, too? Like it's talking, but the words are weird. Kinda feels like a dragonfly humming in my brain. Y'know, that kind of droning, buzzing sound?"

Thrawn looks at Glenn curiously, a hand going to his chin in thought. "I hear nothing from it."

That Glenn can hear it opens up any number of possibilities. Glenn's senses are much greater than his own, so perhaps that's what's allowing him to hear the artifact. The other possibility is that Glenn possesses some amount of Force sensitivity. Not to the level of a Jedi or Sith, of course, but more akin to the Chiss navigators. If only Thrawn knew this sooner. Is that why the device affected Glenn and not himself?

Picking up the artifact, Thrawn kneels before Glenn and holds it up before him. "What are your senses telling you of this? Give me your observations."

Frowning, Glenn wrinkles his nose as it comes close, and rubs close to one ear as if it bothers him. He looks between Thrawn and the object again, puzzling over it.

He's not entirely sure he understands the question, as simple as it is, either. And so he holds silent for a moment as he tries to muddle through the noisy sounds for something concrete.

Right. A scientist observes, just like mom does. They take in the facts no matter what truth they tell.

Glenn isn't sure what that truth could be.

He reaches out slightly to touch it, but remembers and catches himself, dropping both hands in front of his lap, one gripping the other, thumb listlessly sliding back and forth against the back of one.

"Not sure... I'm trying to understand the buzzing. But I don't think I know the language..."

He briefly looks up at Thrawn's face again, eyes temporarily reflecting red to check Thrawn's expression for clues that might help him understand the person's thoughts and wants, but he comes up empty, unable to read him at all. With nothing else to draw on, his gaze goes back to the object.

"Let's see. It looks like a clock, you said. A... "time piece". But it doesn't look like it actually is keeping it accurately. And most clocks don't make buzzing noises that-- only I can hear."

He lightly gnaws on the inside of his cheek, still thinking.

"You also said it's old, and has strange power, and you don't know what it is or how it works." He opens his mouth as if to add something, but then stops and shakes his head.

"I'm also wearing clothes I normally wouldn't. They're too big. And I didn't put this on when I woke up today... I dunno if that's relevant, though."

He regards his clothing again for a moment, and sighs, only to stop suddenly, eyes widening. He stands up straighter and tilts his head when he hears something different, the artifact lighting up slightly. Just in case, he indicate "one moment" with a finger as he tries to parse the new sounds. The cadence and foreign accent makes it really hard.

"...Un..lock...? Slow down!"

Growling a little at it for lack of a better response, he folds his arms against his chest, and closes his eyes with a huff.

"It's talking in pictures instead... Umm..."

Gnawing on his bottom lip until it aches, Glenn sighs.

"Old person touches it... turns into a kid again? Aging, getting older... touching it again-- cyclical? Like the fountain of youth from folklore? Wait, more than that?"

Biting on his lip again in concentration, he waits until he seems more of those images flickering behind his eyelids first.

"Like... making a ball of light get bigger and bigger? Unlock? Unlock what...?"

Opening his eyes again, he rubs his forehead with both hands as it starts to ache, and absently licks up a droplet of blood from his mouth from where he kept biting it.

"...What about me?"

He gets the feeling that this isn't some sort of movie prop, though...

"Please speak plainly, you're giving me a headache! The capacity of the 'force,' for what??"

Glenn can't help but glare at it, still rubbing one temple to soothe the budding ache. He flicks his gaze back up to Thrawn.

"Its saying 'to unlock the greater capacity of the 'force' in me' but I don't know what that means."

Thrawn watches Glenn carefully for any signs of distress, while also taking note of his words and his reaction to the device. He wishes he could hear what it's saying to him, even if it's in a language he can't speak.

He's reminded of his days working with Sky-walkers, and having to keep them from overworking themselves. For a second, he's about to suggest they take a break, lest Glenn get overloaded and his head start to hurt, when they seem to make a breakthrough.

"I might have an idea." Thrawn stands up again and puts the artifact on his desk again. He presses some buttons on his desk console, and the artwork of insects is replaced with pieces depicting Jedi and Sith.

"You have a power buried deep within you. It is faint, but perhaps this artifact is telling you that there is a way to make it stronger." If that's something Glenn wants.

He won't risk Glenn's health or life in the pursuit of power. But, perhaps if it helps Glenn return to the age he was previously, it may be worthwhile to experiment and explore the possibilities of the device.

Glenn just makes a soft, frustrated sound at first, frowning a little at the new art pieces. He can recognize that the art depicts warriors, in some capacity; that makes it wholly uninteresting.

Thrawn's words make his brow furrow as he tries to make sense of the latest nonsense.

"...Why would I want to make this nebulous "power" stronger? Power without the right tempering corrupts or consumes. And power without a purpose is worthless."

He outright starts watching Thrawn like a hawk as he tries to assemble any sort of clues why his day has gone so strangely.

"Perhaps," Thrawn kneels down before Glenn again. "Or perhaps we simply need to find a purpose should you change your mind." Having a Force sensitive on his side could be an asset, even if Glenn never gets to the level of Jedi or Sith. But, perhaps they can think about that when Glenn is an adult again. He'd rather have his mate back.

"You are quite wise beyond your years."

Glenn just keeps looking at him with a furrow in his brow, but he nods slightly, only to look confused at the concept of being "wise".

"I read a lot. Fairy tales, history, sciences. Such a lesson is all over the place."

With Thrawn at his level, his body subtly loses some of its nervousness. He's still hesitant to make eye contact, but his gaze does linger on his face in general. He bites his lip again, wincing a little when he does it too hard and reopens the wound there, and he idly sucks on it to try to get it to close again.

"Sometimes, I'd rather be accepted than wise or strong, though...."

He's not sure, but.. this person seems safer to talk to than even his mom.

"...Don't tell mom I said that, okay? I'd disappoint her. I don't like making her sad."

"I won't, I promise," Even though Glenn's mother is long dead and he couldn't tell her anyway. He can tell that Glenn just needs that reassurance.

"Perhaps you will be accepted one day, child. It will take time, but one day you will meet someone who will accept you for who you are." He was speaking of himself, of course.

"Would you like anything? Food, perhaps, or something to do?"

Although softened, Thrawn's offering makes Glenn's eyes widen.

"Do you have any pencils and paper? I like to draw." A beat, and he nearly bites his lip again. "I won't be rude to you if I do that, will I?"

"I assure you, it will be alright," Thrawn keeps some in his quarters in case Glenn wants something other than a datapad for his artwork. He retreats to his quarters and comes back with a drawing pad and pencils, presenting them to the child.

Immediately, Glenn's expression lights up, gratefully and excitedly accepting it and taking a seat near the desk to draw, legs unconsciously starting to fold up closer to his body as a makeshift support for the drawing pad.

Until he remembers that he's only got that shirt on and hastily lowers the shirt to stay covered. Cheeks briefly turning red, he uses the desk instead.

His skill as an artist has yet to reach any noteworthy level, capping out at stick-figure humans and slightly more detailed animals, and he even uses the date he thinks it is back on his world in the corner, leaving him at around eight years old.

Perhaps noteworthy, even though his eyes have that chameleon-like effect that Thrawn is familiar with, he doesn't seem to be perceiving the world any differently than a human. His drawings absolutely lack that almost wind-like effect as a result of his usual dual-time perception of the world.

Occasionally, Glenn looks up at some of the Sith and Jedi artwork and tries to redraw it.

Thrawn can't help but glance down at Glenn's drawings, his mind automatically doing what it does when he sees artwork. He was quite different as an artist back then, it seems. But even a child's drawings can say much about the child who created them. He hasn't yet gone through the trauma that he did when he lost Clara, and that much is clear from the artwork. Glenn was much more innocent at this age, wise or not.

"You like drawing what you see, and what interests you." Bit obvious of an observation, yes.

The door chime sounds and Thrawn goes to answer it. It's the synthweavers, come to give Thrawn the child's clothing that they made. The woman asks what the Admiral needs with them, and Thrawn simply states that there's a child in his room and he's been wearing something much too big for him. The woman just shrugs and goes on here way. Thrawn enters the room again, "I have some clothing for you." He presents the shirt and pants to the child. "I will stand in the hallway while you change."

Glenn just blinks at him for the comment, not sure what to do with it, and still a little too nervous to ask about it.

It's still really weird to not be wearing clothes he put on this morning, and to not have clothes to change into until now. But he accepts it gratefully and walks to the opposite side of Thrawn's desk for further privacy, glad to wear something closer to his size. It's not a perfect fit, but it's not too small.

"M'done changing!" he calls back before long, and goes right back to drawing, this time hitching his legs up towards his chest, balanced on the chair, and leaning the sketchpad against his legs as he draws.

He also starts trying to draw the artifact, as if doing so might give him some insight. It's still quietly making noise to him, but not in a way he knows to process. Maybe it's sentient, he wonders.

As promised, Thrawn retreats into the hallway while Glenn gets changed. He finds himself grateful that Glenn reverted to an age when his alien cells hadn't become unsafe to others. Though, the vaccine should still be inside him, de-aged or otherwise.

He enters his office again once Glenn's dressed, and of course notices him looking at the artifact.

"I would be careful around that. It may contain dark side energy." And because Glenn probably won't know what that is, he explains. "That power I told you about, many believe that there are two sides to it, light and dark. I admit that I do not know much about the Force, but I have met Jedi, who employ the light, and Sith, who employ the dark."

There's no way he's taking Glenn to Darth Vader, and especially not Palpatine.

"Oh." Glenn blinks a little to process it, and then resolves to ignore the object entirely. So "Force" as a noun, not an adjective.

"So, one or the other? Not both?"

Sketchpad ignored for now, he watches Thrawn carefully, eyes subtly wide with unabashed curiosity, feet idly wiggling where he's perched them on the edge of the seat.

"What are they like? Those you met?"

"Hm, I suppose one could use both the light and the dark. After all, there must be a balance between the two. A halfway point, if you will, one who does not embody one extreme or the other. In fact, I believe that you could be one such person."

Thrawn presses a button on his desk, and brings up images of Darth Vader and Anakin Skywalker, taken from old news holos.

"Anakin Skywalker was the Jedi. He was quite brave and loyal, but also reckless and stubborn. He is no longer with us." In a manner of speaking. "The Sith is Darth Vader. He is ruthless and cold, but efficient."

Glenn watches carefully, digesting this. This person-- thinks he could?

He looks carefully at the holos, nodding as he listens. Sometimes, he ducks his head to add doodles to his sketchpad, but he still listens raptly.

"Talk about extreme differences," he comments with a huff. Looking down at his drawings, he tries to organize his thoughts. It's a lot of information all at once, even though he's happy to listen to all of it, and take in all of it. Setting the sketchpad down on the desk, he gets up and bounces on his heels to try to feel less restless. He has the vague feeling that he's forgetting something, but it's hard to pin down.

His vision swims slightly, and he hastily grabs the back of the chair to avoid falling, blinking rapidly to try to clear it. Although faint, some of his hair is starting to shift of its own accord, turning from regular strands of hair to something softer and feather-pronged.

He blinks a little more, and then tries to ignore the waviness in his vision.

"I was gonna say something, but I forgot."

Thrawn notices the way Glenn's hair feathers, something he's not unfamiliar with. "If you remember, I wish to hear it."

He regards the artifact again. "Do you think you would be willing to examine that some more? I am trying to get it do perform a specific function, but I do not know how it works."

"Y-yeah. What are you trying to get it to do? It-- sort of talks? Is the best way I get it. So..."

Glenn reaches as if to grasp it, but stops mid-movement, remembering that this is not something to just touch for fun, and settles his hands on the desk. He shifts his weight more noticeably, working a little harder to maintain his orientation.

"I'll-- need a rest after. I'm starting to not feel that great. My vision's kind of blurry all of a sudden."

But he doesn't feel like he's dying, so he's probably just fine, he reasons.

"It has changed a friend of mine and I wish to restore him to his proper form. I was not in the room when the artifact changed him, so I do not know what he did that activated it."

Thrawn doesn't want to scare Glenn by telling him that he's supposed to be an adult of several hundred years, and that orb simply reverted him back to being a child.

"I have a bed you can sleep in." If Thrawn gets tired, he can use the couch.

"Okay... Okay."

Frowning a little, he squints in the hopes that his vision stops swirling, but it doesn't. Giving up on that with a sigh, he chalks it up to tiredness.

Regarding the artifact, Glenn gives it the very faintest of pokes with a fingertip. Nothing happens.

"Hey-- I'm sure you can hear more than me, right?"

Nose scrunching as the buzzing starts up again, Glenn makes a wholly unimpressed face and closes his eyes.

"Stupid! Just use pictures! I understood those better than-- whatever language you speak!"

Glenn waits to make sense of the artifact's reply, and slowly sounds it out as he does.

"It says-- it's.. already happening. Because his soul is.. stubborn, and.. remembers who and what he is. His spirit has accepted the.. path? with the Force. And is.. coming back. Because he knows.. where he wants to be. He... knows, and, he will remember.. what happened.. when he returns."

Opening his eyes, Glenn flails when the world swirls in some places, reflexively reaching out for the desk to keep his balance. He manages, barely, and swiftly shuts his eyes again to center himself.

Thrawn just nods, his face as stoic as ever. Yet, this is good news. Glenn is going to return to his proper age, and they can be together once more. It's also good to know that Glenn will have memories of this, and perhaps they can figure out the artifact together. Then again, Thrawn also might just lock the thing in his personal vault once they're through with it.

He comes to Glenn's side and helps him remain upright, looking down at the boy with kind eyes. "Would you like me to carry you to bed?"

Glenn startles slightly and flinches when he's touched, eyes wide as he looks up at Thrawn for a moment. In the next beat, he clings onto Thrawn's arm for support, not wanting to fall while his vision is swirling like a hula hoop. His grip is completely ordinary, even as the tightness of it causes wrinkles in the cloth.

Shyly, Glenn nods and averts his gaze towards the floor, cheeks burning slightly pink. Even his feet look like they're not real, but ripples in a pond.

"I-- think so. My vision's... weird. I wonder if I'm getting sick... I-I can handle it if I do. So..."

Perhaps contrarily to the implications of his words, his grip tightens. A few more strands adopt that fluffier look, and even one of them starts to curl up in his usual uncannily long cowlick.

"...I can take care of myself if I get sick. Mom told me that self-sufficiency is important."

"Indeed it is. It is important that one is able to take care of themselves. However, it is also important to know that there is no shame in asking for help."

Thrawn carefully picks Glenn up and carries him out of the office and into his quarters, where he lays the boy down in his bed. He also lays his datapad on his bedside drawer. "If you need anything, tap that and it will send me a notification."

Glenn holds onto him firmly, thoughts muddled. How strange-- did Thrawn always smell this sharply?

"...Okay."

The bed is large compared to his small body, and once Thrawn nears the bed again, Glenn reaches out again to grab his tunic, without thinking, brow furrowing.

"Um..."

His mouth works for a few seconds before he manages the actual words. His gaze drifts in and out of focus. Slowly, his body heat rises.

"Could you.. stay, just a little bit? I'm-- a little scared, with everything looking so wobbly, and.. mom's usually too busy, even when she's home."

Thrawn regards the boy for a second, memories coming back to him of another time, from the Ascendancy. For a moment, they make him feel homesick. He shakes it off and nods at Glenn.

"Of course," Gently pulling out of Glenn's grip, Thrawn sits on the edge of the bed and takes up his datapad. Perhaps there's something he can read to the boy to help him go to sleep. He selects a detective novel that he has stored on his datapad and starts reading out loud.

Glenn eventually grabs onto his clothes again - just the hem of his tunic where it's bunched from sitting, rather than Thrawn's wrist, where he'd prefer to hold. It's hard to focus, but the calm flow of Thrawn's words eventually soothes him more than the content. He's out in about fifteen minutes, idly thinking about the content of the novel, until his thoughts dissolve into the dark.

Glenn's body continues to gradually change as he sleeps, however slowly. For now, Glenn's grip is still on par with a young human's strength. He's mildly feverish, for a human, but otherwise has no signs of discomfort.

Thrawn stays with Glenn the entire time, until he goes to sleep. Once Glenn's passed out, he closes the book and sets the datapad back down. Silently, he leaves the bedroom and goes back to his office to take scans of the artifact and compare them with other holos of similar artifacts.

Once asleep, reverting occurs much more rapidly. The first thing that Glenn notices is the discomfort of getting bigger in clothes that are too small, and so the garments are completely shredded in the process of him wiggling to get them off awhile still asleep. The transition takes a little while all the same. Before the hour is up, deep contented purring softly resounds from Thrawn's bedroom as Glenn shoves his face against the pillow that smells like his mate.

Thrawn returns to his quarters to check on Glenn and sees that he's already back in adult body. And the clothes have been shredded. Those can be recycled.

For now, Thrawn approaches his mate and gently touches his shoulder.

Glenn's purring gets louder, and deeper, until he registers the touch and hums sleepily, reaching out with tentacles while still clinging to the pillow.

Until his own quickened purring, and Thrawn's touch, makes him stir further. His tendrils coil around his mate's arms for a moment as he wakes up, thoughts foggy, but vision clear.

"Oh... hey..."

He gently gives his mate's wrist a squeeze with that tendril and loosens his hold, wiggling a little to turn over, and frowning when scraps of cloth tear further.

That makes his eyes fly open, and he sits up, looking at a piece of the torn clothing in confusion, and then dawning understanding.

"...So that was about the weirdest experience I have ever had."

Thrawn's fully prepared for the tentacles at this point, recognizing them as an unconscious gesture, an innate desire to touch his mate and pull him in. Oh yes, Glenn is most certainly back to normal.

"Indeed." The artifact told Glenn that he would remember upon returning to his normal age, he recalls. "It is fortunate that the effect was only temporary. I still have the clothes you were wearing when you reverted into a child in my office."

"Well, yes. How strange-- to look back on it, it is..."

Gaze flicking up towards Thrawn's, he smiles a little shyly and draws his mate in closer, to brush his lips against his mate's in a slow, chaste kiss.

"I still feel warm from how you treated me. If I'd had someone like you in my life, growing up..." Briefly, he catches his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Never mind. In any case, let us see about that artifact. After I put my clothes back on."

Pulling back, tentacles wiggling with excitement, Glenn starts pulling off the torn remains of those temporary clothes.

His voice hastens in excitement, and he gestures similarly as he speaks.

"It's a nasty thing. Useful for theoretical immortality, at least. Although I fail to see how useful forgetting my current self's memories in favor of the past is useful, but perhaps for someone more nefarious, it might be so."

Once settled, Glenn heads back to the office, still talking, even as he starts putting his proper clothes back on. His tentacles sometimes gesture in emphasis.

"Judging by how I felt then, and looking upon those memories now, along with my own research, it's very likely a Sith artifact. Or has very close leanings to it. Call it a hunch, but I do not think a purely Jedi artifact would hiss like a snake and promise power. Even so, its appearance is cleverly disguised to show neither inclination of Sith nor Jedi, from what I can remember of other art holos regarding them. I'm willing to bet it's to keep it from being destroyed by either party if found. So it's fortunate that we have. Although, perhaps, certain... entities of the Empire might have want for such a thing."

He's seen holos of Emperor Palpatine. If anyone, he would definitely benefit from the temporary reversal of time's march. And who knows if the return forward can be delayed or not.

"If anything, certain people could repeatedly enter and re-enter their prime years. And potentially keep their memories with enough revisits.

"Even as a child, I could feel some minor draw to you. I could sense that you were safe, and that you were somehow increasingly familiar to me. It's-- why I felt so inclined to show you my vulnerability. How lonely I felt. And that I trusted you not to sweep me aside, even if I was afraid of that possibility."

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"Perhaps things would have been different, yes, had we met while you were still very young." Thrawn would have been a caretaker and parent figure, rather than a romantic one. It's an interesting thing to ponder.

Once they're back in the office, Thrawn regards the artifact. "Whatever Sith created this, or whatever culture did, it may have been used as a meditation device, or, as you theorized, partial immorality. I would need to compare it to similar artifacts to know for sure." He turns away from the item and looks at Glenn. "Perhaps it is best if we keep the artifact and its uses to ourselves for now."

Thrawn is loyal to Palpatine, but only on the surface. He knows when to hide certain things from the Emperor. Though, now he's wondering what would happen if he were to give it to a former sky-walker who had long since lost their powers. So many possibilities are open.

"Keeping it a secret goes without saying."

Once his clothing is situated, he regards it thoughtfully, one hand resting briefly on his hip.

"...Looks like I will be studying the Force for the time being. If it wasn't lying in a misguided attempt to inflate my ego, then clearly such abilities, if I am capable, could only be an asset."

Given what he remembers of the Force and what different sides of it can do, somehow straddling the line between both extremes will be incredibly useful. Given the gist of how each side operates, it is probably within his capacity to utilize, he thinks.

"Though I am unsure how successful such attempts in practicality will be."

Either way, even developing such skills hold their risks, but if it works, then that's just one extra way he can protect Thrawn, and others.

"Such abilities would prove useful. However, you need not put pressure on yourself to learn such abilities." Useful or not, Thrawn would rather not see his mate burn himself out trying to reach a goal that may or may not even be reachable. They have no idea how the Force works in the Igeas, after all.

"Certainly not. But, there's no harm in making an attempt."

His gaze continues to focus on the artifact for a moment, and then returns to his mate's face.

"Either way, my ability to hear the artifact is diminished. So I won't be wringing my hands over something that ends up impossible. But if it is something possible, it can be utilized. Even if mastery is not particularly feasible at this point, if at all."

Either way, he offers a smile.

"If it means it is another way to protect you and others, all the better."

"Interesting. Perhaps your potential to develop your powers was at its peak when you were small. Nonetheless, it may be worth studying further, yes."

Thrawn approaches Glenn and runs his hand through his mate's hair. "You protect me quite well already. You are already powerful as you are."

Being reassured that he already protects Thrawn well enough, Glenn relaxes further. Especially with the touch to his hair. It's just such a good feeling.

So Glenn just gives his mate a nonsensical mumbling purr in reply, pushing his head against his hand for a moment, and then nuzzles in close for a hug. If he was in dog form, his tail would be wagging.

"I am glad to hear it." While this isn't the first time he's been told so, it still feels good to hear.

"Even so, I still wish to persist, if only out of curiosity."

Thrawn wraps his free arm around Glenn, while keeping his other hand in his mate's hair, knowing how much he likes it. He also just likes it when Glenn starts purring, finding the sound pleasing to his ears.

"If you feel it's worth perusing, then I will not stop you. Just so long as you do not hurt yourself."

"I believe it is, yes." His words reverberate with his purring; he feels like he could melt into the floor and be happy for the next hundred years.

"I want to try, not to have it as a weapon, but to have it as a counter-measure if it becomes necessary. I would rather have some measure of this skill and never need to use it."

Perhaps that is one reason why Igaes are so formidable; even with his lack of desire for power in itself, if it means he can protect what he cherishes the most from another kind of threat-- that instinct cries the loudest of them all.

"That said, yes. If I find that learning this skill will inflict harm upon my person, I'll cease immediately," he promises.

Perhaps it's because that Thrawn knows that Glenn will throw himself immediately into harm's way to defend him that he so gently insists (well, such as Glenn interprets it,) that Glenn not bring himself to harm in the process.

For so long, he's operated with the assumption that any damage done to his person is not only permitted for the sake of any higher calling, but deserved. And if nothing else, he values Thrawn's comfort over his own, and if that means that Thrawn doesn't want him to overextend himself to the point of injury, then that takes precedence.

Yes-- it is very safe to say that his love for Thrawn exceeds his own self-disgust.

And so this is why he promises.

Glenn offers his mate a gentle press of their foreheads, bodily vibrating as he purrs more deeply, and he reciprocates the hug he initiated.

Yes-- here, now, all he feels is love. His instincts think to reinterpret it as potential lust, but he holds that feeling down, despite the soft, sweetening scent that clings to his skin. He lets his instincts roll over and through him like the flow of a river over rocks.

If he were human-- this intimacy is all he would ever need.

And for the moment, he feels human, too.

"I love you," he murmurs, unbidden, voice soft and warm.

This... Was weird. Out on one of his patrols around the city, he managed to stumble upon what looks like a lost little boy. Crystal blue eyes scan the area briefly before the don moves closer and crouches down near him.

"Hnnnn, you lost little boy? Vhre are your parents?"

_{[Smol Hawkeye plz! But open to being the finder/adult]}

[When he sees her, Ben cautiously approaches the girl. She's much younger than he is, so he doesn't want to spook her. He's tall for his age, with Padawan robes and a lightsaber with him, hidden beneath his clothing.]

Hello? I'm sorry if I startled you - didn't see you there at first.

Hello! That's probably because you are very tall and I'm not. Yet.

[ Far from startling her he's found a very bright and attentive girl who looked up at him with large dark eyes. ]

You'll grow taller too, one day. Just like me.

[Ben, curious that she's so fearless around him, kneels to match her height. His eyes, like hers, are wide and dark.]

My name's Ben. Good to meet you.

I will! My father is tall and my mother. I will be tall someday too.

[ She extended a hand to him, offering to shake like an official greeting. ]

I'm Leia, it is very nice to meet you Ben.

[ Sounding very much like someone had coached her in how to politely introduce herself. ]

Hello, Leia. It's nice to meet you, too.

[Ben accepts her hand and gently shakes it. It's what Master Luke would want him to do.]

I'm sure you will be tall one day. Just like me.

[Like her, he's received some training on how to behave in formal situations. Granted, less for diplomacy and more the kind a Jedi Knight-in-training gets.]

[ All lessons in kindness were lessons well taught. And he was kind and warm in greeting, it earned another of those smiles. ]

Are you a Jedi? I've seen robes like that before, but I thought they were all gone.

[Ben straightens, puffing out his chest a little in teenage arrogance. He's proud of his uncle's training.]

Not all of them are gone. I'm not one yet, but I will be in the future.

My father says they were good people who helped fight for freedom. He says they made a big difference. It made him sad that they went away.

[ Because she's not old enough yet to be told what slaughter is. ]

He doesn't have to be sad. One day they'll come back. I'm sure they will.

[That's what Master Luke's school is there for. One day Ben and his fellow students will be Jedi Knights, he thinks.]

That's good. I will need them when I'm a senator like my father.

[ Not even questioning that will be her lot in life, precocious thing. ]

I'm sure you will. You'll be a senator, and I'll be a Jedi Knight.

[There's an undercurrent of pride there.]

Maybe you can work with me then, it would be nice to know a jedi.

[ She thought it would be fun too, surely they knew all the best jokes and games. ]

[Can do bitty or start of the film canon points for Raps.]

[ Clearly what we all need is six-year-olds who practice marching drills for fun. Hope you're ready for that.

Normal and de-aged characters welcome! ]

[Hey can Catra get a refund on whatever bizarro magic happened here?]

'Let's go see Razz, Catra'. [yeah she's grumbling about it.] 'She's not that weird, Catra'. 'The gross glowy goo is fine, Catra'. [Now that the heart attack has passed, Catra is allowed to be annoyed. She's also totally refusing to let either of them go back into Razz's house until the old lady comes back from wherever she's gone to. Adora clearly can't be trusted with anything in there.] Your ideas are just the worst, you know that?

[But she is going to side-eye the tiny, shrunken form of her best friend, tail swishing uneasily.] You... sure you're feeling okay?

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I didn't do anything!

[ It's the first words she's actually managed aside from assurances that were already automatic even so young, too busy staring in gap-toothed wonder as her now grown-up best friend (because it's Catra, and it doesn't matter how tall and old and pretty she gets, Adora will always recognize her best friend.)

She's clutching Catra's hand as tightly as she can, like she's afraid she'll bolt any minute. ]

Is this a practice? Who's Razz? Did Shadow Weaver send us here? You're so tall, Catra!

[ In no time period will Catra ever get silence for very long, of course. ]

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[Catra scoffs at the claim, but her grip around Adora's small hand tightens. She's definitely not letting go; the initial panic might have faded, but that doesn't mean Catra's good with the situation. Adora just turned into a kid, right in front of her, which -- isn't the worst thing that strange magic goop could've done to her, actually, but is still pretty up there.

And... Adora wasn't actually this tiny when they were kids, right? There's no way she was. Catra distinctly remembers her seeming so much bigger than this, and tougher. Brave and strong enough to stand up against anything.

Now she just seems like any other six year old.]

Focus, Adora. [A six year old who really ought to be a lot older. And who Catra had been hoping up until now hadn't totally regressed.

Catra gives her hand a squeeze, a reflexive habit, because -- they've always comforted each-other, dammit, and Catra is low-key trying not to freak out as she crouches in front of her. It's nice to be thought of as tall for once, but it's weird to be looking down at Adora.] You really don't remember anything? About Bright Moon, or Razz, or-- [she sort of just. gestures to the entire lush Woods around them, glowing with magic.] --this?

No...

[ And then she's peering around in that oh-so-Adora way, like she's only just realizing something now that Catra is pointing it out.

With a gasp, her voice drops to a definitely-not-quiet whisper. ]

Catra, I think this is the Whispering Woods! It must have made you big! [ Which of course means princesses. ] Or princesses did!

[ Immediately, Adora is going for what must be an attempt to look like a serious leader, but ends up just looking goofy. She plants her hands on Catra's shoulders confidently, smiling at her. ]

Don't worry! I'll find the princesses and kick their butts and make 'em turn you back to normal and take us home! Just stay with me, I won't let them do anything else to you.

[Can be either role. Also available in MCU AU variety.]

[Either! /ooc]

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[ my kingdom for a young Steve ]

when we were young

Azumane Asahi || Haikyuu!!

Kaminari Denki || My Hero Academia

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