Caregiver: Osamu
Regressor: Suna

Osamu sighed, waiting for Suna in his car. Suna was taking a test at the moment and would be out soon, it was just a matter of time. Osamu was listening to some of his more violent music, eyes closed.

That was until Suna hurried into the car and turned it off.

"Um. That was weird. Don't do that." Osamu reached to turn the music on and flinched away when Suna stopped him. "You good?"

"Know how I said that I regress and we had a discussion about it? And how if I get too stressed I'll tend to slip easier?" Suna questioned. His breathing was a bit faster than normal and he was gripping Osamu harder than usual.

"Yeah?"

"Well now is one of those times."

"Oh, okay. Okay how can I help?"

"Just... I don't know, I'm sorry. I didn't think my first time regressing in front of you would be like this."

Osamu carefully put his hands out and then eased them to hold Suna's face. Was it odd to see Suna not calm? Of course. But that wasn't going to throw him off right now. "It's okay. What can I do for you at this very moment to help you?"

Suna took a deep breath. "Maybe some softer music?"

"Okay, okay that's good. I can do that." Osamu kissed his forehead. "Don't panic love. I'm right here for you."

Suna nodded. He sat back in his seat and Osamu reminded him to buckle. He put on soft music and drove home, listening closely for any sort of distress from his partner.

When they got home Suna had already nearly slipped all the way into little space, struggling to walk or talk. "Here, come sit down on the couch so I can get you comfortable."

Suna nodded.

"Do you want anything specific, little one?"

Suna clung to Osamu's hands. "Can I has... have. Have a paccy?"

"Of course you can. Which one do you want?"

"Purple."

Osamu nodded. He got the box of little gear from the ottoman and gave Suna his favorite pacifier and a blanket. Suna held the pacifier in his mouth, fiddling with his blanket.

Seeing him like this was... odd. Usually Suna looked aggressive and bored but now he looked fragile and soft. He was in a fragile state so that made sense anyways.

"Are you hungry? Or thirsty?"

"Snuggles?"

"You want snuggles?"

"Peas. Jus need loves." Suna rubbed his eyes. "Do not feel good."

"I bet. You were so upset little one. What happened to my sweet boy?" Osamu sat down next to him and kissed his hair, pulling him close.

"Test is too hard Bubbas."

"Ooh I see. I'm sure you did amazing!"

"No, no. Tink I did bad." Suna clung to Osamu. "Bad Suna."

"We don't say bad things about ourselves." He kissed Suna's hair again. "Do you want to color or play with toys? Hm?"

"Toys?"

"Mhmm! I've got you some stuffed rabbits and a little bat pop it. You like bats, right?"

"Itty bitty bat." He made a face before giggling. "Fruit bat."

Osamu grabbed the box from the ottoman and gave him a coloring book, crayons, and the bat fidget toy. Osamu bit the toy, giggling still. "No, no.  Paccy is the only thing that goes in your mouth other than snacks and water."

"Wawer!"

"You want some?"

"An cheesy."

"Cheesy? Can you show me what that is?"

Suna crawled over to the kitchen entrance, finding it out of his reach to walk. He opened a cabinet closer to the floor and pulled out a box of Cheez-It's. "Cheesy? Or straw?"

"Cheesies are probably better for you right now."

Suna held out the box. Osamu opened it for him and poured him some. Suna sat on the floor with a sippy cup full of cold water and with his coloring book.

"What are you drawing sweetheart?"

Suna looked up and then back down. He covered his picture with his hands.

Osamu sat on the floor with him. "Something wrong?"

"Issa surprise for you."

Osamu chuckled softly at the pure adorable mess of a partner he had. He was so shy in his little space and was so comfortable at the same time.

He scribbled out his picture and handed it to Osamu. "For you."

Osamu smiled at the scribbles and stick figures. "Lovely."

"Me n you."

"Ooh how nice. Can I put this on the fridge?" Suna nodded. He pointed to his sippy cup. Osamu filled it and held him close, rocking him. "How are we feeling?"

Suna pulled away from his drink and kissed Osamu's cheek, something he rarely did. "We go play?"

"Play what little one?"

Suna shrugged. He pushed Osamu and whined. "Potty."

Osamu helped him walk to the bathroom, unable to lift Suna. Suna sat on the toilet, brows furrowed. "Is something wrong?"

"I has a wiener."

"Well yes."

"Thoughts I was girl."

"Oh! Do you feel like a girl? I'm sorry sweetheart was I talking to you wrong?"

Suna whined loudly, nodding. Osamu kissed his forehead and smiled sadly. It was a bit his fault for not asking when Suna used all pronouns.

"Well sweet girl, it's okay. Some girls have those parts. Were you feeling bad about it today? Is that why you felt so bad?"

"Mhmm..."

Osamu hummed. "We have some dress up clothes I think. I'll check." He got her cleaned and put in their room. Suna sat patiently, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. Osamu came back to her with a lavender skirt from a Halloween costume and slipped it on her. "Better?"

"Is a girl!"

"Oh yes love! A girl!" Osamu kissed her forehead again. "My sweet little girl. What else can we do?"

"Dollies?"

"Dollies sounds like fun."

"Mhmm!" Suna clapped her hands together softly. "Love dem."

"Amazing!" He picked up a few dolls from the closet and set them on the bed. Suna played with him, giggling softly and suckling on her pacifier. For a first time regressing with Osamu she felt way more comfortable than expected. This would work out.