Baby Shota (Commission)

This is an AU of My Hero Academia. The basic concept, to my memory, is that a large percentage of individuals with quirks in this setting experience incontinence, and a smaller number of individuals with quirks have an intense urge to baby/care for those who they perceive as needing it. Shota Aizawa, "Eraser Head", has neither of these problems, but has an accident for unrelated reasons, triggering another character's mommying instincts. 

Nemuri paused, then turned around. 

She wasn’t sure what she had seen when she walked by the 1-A Classroom door, but she thought she had an idea. Peering through the window, though, she had her suspicions confirmed. 

Shota Aizawa had fallen asleep at his desk again, taking a little lunchtime nap. That was no surprise. What had caught her eye was the small, yellow puddle that had formed beneath his chair. 

An instinct tugging inside her, she adjusted her bag and stepped inside the classroom, shutting it softly behind her. 

Shota awoke in rather strange circumstances. His field of view was filled by two large, supple breasts, and he looked up to see they were attached to one of his peers. The 18+ Only Hero, Midnight, was straddling him and looking down into his eyes with a warm smile. 

“You had a little accident, Shota,” she said, her tone soothing and so distracting that he almost didn’t realize what she was talking about. 

“Uh…” 

She planted a kiss on his forehead, then pulled away and stood. “Lie down, and I’ll get you taken care of.”  

Looking down, Shota saw the wet stains on his pants and the puddle that had formed. “I’ve been stressed,” he commented, thinking out loud. “The pressure of the recent tests must have gotten to me.” 

“Well, that’s no excuse for not having protection,” Nemuri said, pointing down on the ground. She’d already laid out a changing mat. 

Thinking about it, Shota remembered seeing her caretaking instincts kick in before. Nemuri was insistent on ‘caring’ for anyone with quirk affliction that she saw, no matter how much they protested, and that apparently applied to him as well. 

“I just need some clean pants,” he commented, dryly, but that only earned him a giggle from Nemuri. She put a hand on his shoulder, guiding him out of the chair and pushing gently down towards the changing pad. 

“You’ll just have another accident,” she said. “Lie down, and you’ll at least get to be dry.” 

He resisted the push, but that only made Nemuri push harder, taking him to the ground. She followed behind, falling to her knees over him, resting her butt on his ankles so that he couldn’t stand without fighting her off. 

She’s not going to get me pants, and I don’t want to fight another teacher. Sighing, Nemuri resigned himself to his fate. 

Leaning down, so close that her body pressed against his, Nemuri extended her arm to grab the diaper bag and pull it close, retrieving the supplies she’d need. Sitting upright, she peeled down his wet pants and underwear as far as she could without getting up. 

“Don’t worry about getting me wet,” she assured him, taking an icy cold wipe from the pack and beginning to clean between his legs. “My outfit is waterproof, just for situations like this…” Trailing the wipe over his manhood, she giggled and added, “And other situations.” 

Shivering from the cold, Shota blushed as she began applying powder, rubbing it into his skin with slow, massaging circles. 

“You should really be shaved down here, to make this easier,” she commented, “But we can handle that next time. For now… up!” 

The weight on his legs finally lifted as she let him have a little range of motion, though only enough to spread his legs and lift his butt off the ground. Pulling up his scarf to cover his blush, he let Nemuri slide the diaper under him and fold it in place, holding the front of the padding down over his crotch and gently sticking down the tapes, one by one. 

Thoroughly padded, Shota was relieved when Nemuri gave him two small pats on the front of the diaper and declared, “Now, isn’t that better?” 

“I… guess.” He started to get up, and she slid back, pulling his pants and underwear the rest of the way down, all the way off his legs. 

“I’ll go get these washed up for you,” she said, stuffing the clothes in her diaper bag, along with the tube of powder and old wipes. “I’ll bring them back for you when they’re done!” 

He blinked, looking at the clock. “My students get back in fifteen minutes.” 

“Well, it won’t be that fast,” she pointed out. “But I’m sure they won’t mind!” Bending over to kiss his cheek, she strolled out the door without another word.