Midoriya tapped his foot, impatience burning through him. Aizawa was sorting through papers, trying to find the classification tests.

The classification tests. The age regression tests. The first exam of their third year. The exam that gave them their role. Aizawa found the tests and stood up at the podium.

“As you all know, these tests are designed to classify you. Should the bloodwork done yesterday have the proper littlespace hormones, these tests will be looked over to determine your age range.” He began to move up and down the rows, passing the packets of paper out. “There are four classifications for these tests. Caregiver, Babysitter, Little, and neutral. I’ll explain those once the test is over. You may begin now.”

Midoriya looked down at his test, pencil in hand.

Name:

Izuku Midoriya

Age:

17

Parental classification :

Neutral, unknown

Favorite color?

Green

Favorite animal?

Bunny

Midoriya continued to fill in the questions, one by one, until the 50 question test was complete. He turned it in and waited.

And waited

And waited

Until the class was done, and Aizawa could head to the teacher’s lounge to scan the tests. Present Mic came in to supervise them in the meantime.

He looked out over the sea of sleepy faces. “So, did Shouta give you the ‘no matter what, the teachers will support you’ talk yet?” He asked.

A few students shook their heads.

“Well,” Mic said, “We all want you to be happy, and I’m sure that Shouta will do everything in his caregiving power to make it that way.”

A few seconds of silence, and Mic sighed. He allowed the students to talk amongst themselves, and immediately, groups began to form.

The Dekusquad met at Iida’s desk, Uraraka grinning at Midoriya.

“So what’d you think you got?”

Midoriya rubbed the back of his head. “I dunno, I think I’m gonna be neutral, just like my mom. What about you?”

“Oh, both my parents are Babysitters, but maybe I’ll be bumped up to full caregiver!” Uraraka said cheerfully.

Iida smiled. “I doubt I’ll get a proper classification. My family is all Neutrals.”

They continued to talk, tension rising as the door opened and Aizawa came in, their results in hand.

“Alright brats, sit down.” He said, shuffling up to the front of the room. “I was surprised at the diversity of this year’s results. We had three Littles, three Babysitters, and four Caregivers. The rest are neutral. As you know, Littles are regressors, they slip into littlespace and often stay for a few days at a time. Caregivers are parents to those Littles, often trusted friends. Babysitters are the same as caregivers, but with less of the caregiving instinct. They’re more like a sister or brother as opposed to a parent. With that said, when I call your name, come get your tests. Katsuki Bakugou.”

He went down the list, calling out names and waiting for people to receive the envelopes with their names. Once everyone had theirs, they were dismissed to the dorms.

“Don’t open those until you get to the dorms!” Aizawa reminded.

Immediately, Kaminari tore into his, plopping on the couch and reading over his results. “Aw shit, I classified!” He yelled.

Mina began reading over his shoulder. “Denki Kaminari, you have classified as a Little, age range: 3-6.” She read. “Nice dude! I got neutral.”

Sero ended up neutral as well, shrugging and smiling. “At least I don’t have to take care of anyone else.”

“You’d fucking suck at that, Scotch.” Bakugou huffed.

“Oh yeah, what’d you get?” Sero challenged.

“None of your- HEY!” Bakugou yelled as Mina snatched his opened envelope.

“Yada yada, Katsuki Bakugou, Caregiver!” The pink girl crowed, holding the paper at arm’s length and grinning. “Congrats!”

Kirishima wandered over, his envelope opened as well. “Wha’s going on?” He asked.

“‘Shima!” Kaminari called. “What’d you get?”

“Caregiver, why?”

“I got Little.”

Kirishima’s face split into a grin. “Nice! You ever need anything, come get me, yeah?”

Kaminari nodded. “You or Blasty.” He agreed.

In the end, the letters were mostly shared. Yaoyorozu and Jirou were both Babysitters, along with an elated Uraraka. They only found one of the other two Littles, and it was Tokoyami, who had already found caregiving solace in Shoji. Out of everyone in the common space, Midoriya was the only one with an unopened letter.

“Come on guys!” He yelled. “There’s no way I classified. Maybe Koda is the Little. Or Ojiro.”

But Kirishima has started up a chant of “Open it! Open it!” And Midoriya couldn’t not open his letter.

He scanned the paper quickly, and stared at it in shock. Uraraka took the liberty of reading it to everyone.

“Izuku Midoriya, you have classified as a Caregiver!”

The room exploded. Shouts of “congratulations!” And “so who’s the last Little?” And “when’s dinner?” Echoed throughout the room.

The last question was answered in the form of takeout, a messy collection of plastic containers and slouched bodies on the couch.

Midoriya pressed his hand into his stomach. “Bedtime?” He asked.

“Bedtime.” A few other students agreed, getting up and wandering into their rooms, passing around soft goodnight wishes.

Midoriya picked up an unopened container of soba, making his way to Todoroki’s room with Iida and Uraraka by his side.

“I dunno guys, he might be asleep,” Midoriya reasoned. “He looked tired.”

“Do you think he classified?”

“I doubt it,” Midoriya said, stopping in front of Todoroki’s door. “Thanks for walking with me.”

His friends bid him goodnight, and Midoriya knocked on the wooden door in front of him, his chest pulling tight with an unknown feeling. He hoped he wasn’t sick.

The door didn’t open, and Todoroki didn’t call out, so Midoriya tried the doorknob. It opened smoothly.

The soba was set down on a bedside table, and Midoriya noticed a shivering bundle in the bed. So Todoroki was tired. That made sense.

“Goodnight Shouto,” Midoriya whispered, his chest pulling tighter.

The bundle shifted, the blankets tangling as Todoroki squirmed, tiny squeaks spilling out of his mouth.

“Shouto?”

Midoriya noticed, in that moment, the folded paper he had set the soba on. The classification papers.

He picked them up out of curiosity. Reading the professional font as Todoroki untangled himself.

Shouto Todoroki, you have classified as Little, age range: 6 months to 3 years old.

Midoriya looked up at Todoroki, at his widened dual-colored eyes, his mess of peppermint hair, his obviously Little headspace. His tears.

Todoroki was a Little, and he was crying.