Danganronpa x Reader Oneshots

Nagito Komaeda and Baby!Reader -Machine Malfunction

REQUESTED BY: Dumbass_45

A/N: Heya! Here's one for an age regression! Enjoy! (Note that it says Komaeda and Reader because she spends the majority of the fic as a child. No underage shenanigans will be happening here!)

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He honestly didn't know what he was expecting.

When (y/n) had told him that she had to cut their outing short so that she could go help Iruma with something, he hadn't expected said inventor to call him frantically twenty minutes later begging him to come down to the workshop to help her with (y/n).

"Please please please don't be mad at me!" She'd wailed through the phone, "but something went wrong with the experiment-- a- and (y/n) is-- just please help me!"

So he'd rushed down there, threw open the doors to the best of his ability, and was greeted with Iruma glomping him frantically.

"OH THANK GOD," she exclaimed. "Long story short, the experiment failed and (y/n) is... little?"

"Little how?" He frowned, trying to look past her.

"W- well--"

"Eda-kun!" A young voice cheered, snapping both of them out of it. They turned to stare as a two-year-old (y/n) came toddling up to them, her shirt hanging off her frame and nearly tripping her up had it not been for her holding the ends like a dress.

"Is she... n- naked... under there?" Nagito stuttered as he stared at the little girl.

"She shrank and turned into a baby, so yeah, I don't have anything that fits kids here!" Iruma seemed to be panicking a little more.

"Eda-kun, Eda-kun," (y/n) was chanting, tugging at his pant leg. "Howd pwease!"

The girl's awed gaze made him blush a bit. Even though she was -now- a child, he still cared about her deeply. I don't think I can handle her looking at me like that... she's too adorable as a baby.

He scooped her up into his arms, mindful of her shirt. Her tinier hands found his shoulders and clenched the fabric of his shirt.

"I have no idea how long she'll be stuck like this," Iruma explained with a guilty look. "Please keep an eye on her until I can find what went wrong!"

Nagito heaved a sigh. "Alright, I can do that. Please don't involve (y/n) in your experiments anymore if this is the result."

"Uh, s- sure," she muttered, walking away. "Maybe I can get Kaede to do it..."

He simply shook his head, giving (y/n) a glance. She was smiling, though it didn't look genuine.

"Eda-kun, woom pwease," she said quietly.

He nodded.

As they got back to (y/n)'s dorm room, he set her down on the floor and she looked around with a determined expression on her face.

"Wight," she said to herself, smacking her fist on her open palm. "Cwothe."

Nagito sat on her bed and watched as she toddled to her dresser, pulling the middle drawer open. She hopped up and down to catch a look, her determined look fading to a helpless, frustrated one.

She looked back at him desperately, tears budding in her eyes. "Nodding fits! Be wiff Nami!"

He gave a light sigh, scratching the back of his neck. Ah, that's right. (y/n) had mentioned studying with their friend this evening. "Nanami will understand if you have to cancel, I'm sure."