The Sheepfold

Mimikyu Baby

"They were lost."

"You're a villain."

"They were LOST. What was I supposed to do."

"Not help them??"

"They were like eight."

"You blew up a bridge last Week."

ok but they would be the most wacky yet most loving and sweet family ever

Compress teaches Mustard magic tricks of all kinds and Midnight helps him train with his quirk

Outside their the goofy parents that love to embarrass their kid (in a loving way) and on the inside their understanding and gentle parents that help guide the boy

despite being 13-14 years old mustard still secretly loves cuddles and spends as much time on the laps of his mom and dad as much as possible

Comperes takes Midnight to little shows and both talk about history of hero stuff and history of magic tricks

Midnight loves picking out new outfits for Mustard and she and Compress spend hours testing out clothes while Mustard doodles in his notebook

other heros (especially Aizawa) are extremely distrustful of compress and he feels the energy every time he's enters a room with them

Compress useally is the one who ties up Midnights hair for her business/suit look

Sasuke: Can I have something to drink?

Kakashi: Yeah, kid. *thought bubble- He really is like a little kid*

Sasuke: Thanks...

Kakashi: Mhm.

Sasuke: This stays between us, okay?

Kakashi: You got it, kid...

Kakashi infact did not keep Sasuke's regression between them 💀 he did for a good while, but he got stumped on what he should actually do when Sasuke's regressed, so he asked Iruka...

In the context of these drawings, this is like the 2nd or 3rd time Sasuke's actually regressed around Kakashi. He starts to realize the gravity of his student's regression. Sasuke seems regressed to an older age than what I usually portray him as. I've mentioned that usually he's non speaking when small, but he will speak if he has to/if he wants to.

Theen he starts to root and his mouth finds her shoulder and he starts to lightly suckle on the warm fabric of her cardigan.

"Mouthing again," she said, her tone not scolding or accusatory, just an observation.

She reaches up, pressing her hands against his jaw.

"You know what happens when you mouth on Mama's shoulder, little one. You get all drooly and then that precious chin of yours gets rashy and your poor Mama has a very fussy birdie for the rest of the night."

A soft whine vibrates over her shoulder as his mouthing slows for a moment.

She chuckles, hand splaying over his lower back, "I know, Mama knows her little one needs something but, surely we have something just as good as Mama's shoulder huh? Let's try something else," she says as she moves her free hand to rummage through her pocket until she pulls out his soother.

"Here we are, open up sweetheart."

He closed around it immediately once she nudged it against his lips. His jaw relaxing, the rhythmic motion transferring from her shoulder to the silicone nipple. The whine faded into a quiet, contented sucking, and his whole body melted against her.