This is Defenders of the Universe, not GoLion. I haven't watched that one yet but apparently their different. Keith is Akira, Lance is Isuma, and Shiro is still called Shiro. I know these are their GoLion names but I like them a lot better than the other ones so that you won't get confused. And their Japaneses names are cool.

But even though they're suppose to be more serious I made them not so serious! Because I'm pissed off and need something fun around here.
Note for anyone who was going to ask if I was okay, because I know you guys are caring: I made this while upset during Zoom. Teacher yelled at us for her mistake and it almost made me cry because I can't stand yelling.

If there was one thing Isuma knew about his husband it's that he was very close to Shiro. Not as close as they were, being married and all, but very close. This never bothered Isuma though. He quite liked Shiro, they were friends as well. Even though he was annoying at times.

But then when when Shiro got attacked, Isuma noticed some changes in Akira's mood. At first he was destroyed, obviously. But then he got better. Of course he still grieved over him, but it was different now. Now you could see his screw ups, which he covered every time. He lashed out a bit more. Apologizing right after of course. He just seemed . . . more childish.

"Akira, I want to talk to you after dinner," Isuma said, stopping his husband in the hallway.

"Where?" Akira asked, looking around before grabbing his hand gently. They weren't out to their team yet. Which was upsetting because they would love to show affection. But they didn't mind. Sneaking off once in a while was never so bad.

"My room, please."

"Alright," Akira smiled at him, kissing his cheek. "Let's get going before they question us."

The two walked quickly hand in hand before breaking off while entering the room. They sat down at the dinner table, everyone was already there. Dinner went by quick, everyone talking and making jokes. Akira was a bit quiet, Isuma eyed him throughout dinner. After dinner Hunk and Pidge left first, seeing who could get back to their room first. Isuma went next, making quick to get to his room. He sat on his bed, fiddling with his ring in his jacket pocket. He didn't look up from the floor until he heard the door open.

"You wanted to see me?" Akira asked in a serious tone. Isuma chuckled at that. It was like he was talking to a boss.

"Yeah, come sit down," Isuma smiled, patting beside him. Akira seemed calmer as he sat next to his husband, laying his head on his shoulder.

"So what's up?"

"Akira, I wanted to talk about Shiro," Isuma said, still having his smile on as Akira frowned. "You've been acting more upset than usual. It's fine to worry about it, he is our friend. But he'll be okay. He's at the Space Hospital, remember?"

Akira didn't respond to Isuma. So he decided to grab his hand, which Akira quickly snatched away, "Woah, is something wrong?"

"I'm not upset because of Shiro," he mumbled, getting up before Isuma grabbed his wrist.

"Akira talk to me. We're adults. And I really don't want to fight you again-"

"I'm fine!" Akira exclaimed, trying to get out of Isuma's grip. Isuma held on more tightly and stood up, wrapping his arms around Akira.

"Akira-"

"Let go! Let go, let go, let me go!" Akira exclaimed, trying to get out of his grip. "Isuma stop it! Off!"

"Akira please, just tell me what's going on!" Isuma tried again. It wasn't until he saw Akira's tears that he let go of him. Instead of Akira running out of the room he stayed standing. His fist clenching tightly and tears running down his face. "Corazón dulce(Sweat heart), I'm sorry. I should of let you go."

"It's not that," Akira choked out, trying to try his eyes. "It's something else."

"Can you tell me or no?"

Akira thought about it before nodding. He sat on the bed and hugged himself. Isuma sat next to him, hesitantly putting his hand on his shoulder. Akira held onto his hand and let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes one last time.

"I'm sorry for my tantrum," he apologized, looking at him with a sad smile.

"No. I should be sorry for not letting you go until you were crying. It was," Isuma looked around for a second before going into a whisper. "a dick move." This made Akira laugh a little. Cussing was a no-no is Nanny's world. And boy she was scary when she heard one.

"I'm scared, you could say. The thing I want to tell you, only Shiro knew of," Akira explained. Isuma nodded and continued to listen. "And it's not highly accepted. A lot of people judge it. I don't want to lose you to it."

"Sort of can't do that now. We spent way too much money to get a divorce now," Isuma joked. He kissed Akira's cheek before moving him onto his lap. Akira was tense and seemed very nervous. But he didn't try to get off.

"Do you know what a little is by change?"

". . . Absolutely not!" Isuma said with an upbeat tone. Making Akira sigh, the exact opposite of when he was going for.

"It's this thing with Age Regression. So a little is when someone goes into a mind set that is younger than what they actually are. It's to escape the world and the 'big kid' stuff. Most do it because they didn't have a childhood or stress. But there are multiple reasons to do it. I happen to be a little," Akira said, his voice going quiet near the end. 

He looked at Isuma for any reassurance. Isuma, well, he wasn't confused to say. It was better than self harm or anything like that. But it seemed a bit weird? No, not weird. Un-normal? It wasn't bad. He would like to look into it more. But it was new information he was trying to processes. When Akira noticed that Isuma seemed to be thinking he started to get scared. His little side had been taken over for a while and he's been trying to push it back. Shiro use to watch him and he wasn't here.

"Alright . . . How is that bad?"

"Because I'm an adult. I'm not eight anymore, Kurgone. Shouldn't you be thinking I should act my age?"

"Well, it's better than a lot of other things you could do. You could self harm, or smoke like me. It seems like a better option. One of my few questions, why haven't you slipped? You're clearly stressed, is something wrong?"

"I usually have Shiro when I slip. He was a caretaker to me," Akira said. Isuma had a confused look so Akira continued. "A caretaker is someone who looks after a little." Oh, that maked sense.

"Alright," Isuma kissed his cheek. "Do all littles have the same age? You said something about being 24, not eight."

"My normal headspace is around eight. But it can go higher or lower. So no."

"Alright, shouldn't you be able to watch yourself if you're headspace is around eight?" Isuma asked. He didn't mean to be rude, just get more information. But Akira seemed a little hurt by his words.

"Yeah but I'm clingy when I'm little. And I've always had someone when I was little," he mumbled, looking away from him.

"And him being gone-"

"Has frustrated little me," Akira finished his sentence.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Hun. If I knew earlier then I would of tried to help sooner," Isuma apologized, wrapping his arms around Akira and giving him a firm hug. Akira hugged him back as Isuma lightly patted his back. "Have you ever slipped with anyone else?"

"No, Shiro was the only one who knew," Akira said, pulling away.

"Alright, how about this. I'm going to look into it some more. Give me two days and then maybe we could try to get you to slip? Only if your comfortable though! I know only Shiro has seen this side of you."

"You'd really do that for me?" Akira asked, his mouth a little open in awe.

"Well yeah! I'd love to try and help you. Is that not what lover's do?" Isuma asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Thank you!" Akira cried, jumping back into a hug. Isuma chuckled as he landed on his back, his husband crying in his neck.

"You're welcome, Corazón dulce."

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Currently Akira and Isuma were sitting in Akira's room. Akira was fiddling with the ring into his pants pocket. Isuma was giving him a warm smile. There was a small box in between them. Isuma only guess it had his little gear in it. Isuma reached across and put his hair behind his ear.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Hun?" he asked, putting his hands on his lap.

"Of course I do!" Akira pipped before crossing his arms again. "I'm just nervous."

"Alright, can I see what's in the box?" Isuma asked, reaching out and touching the box, making sure not to open it. Akira nodded and looked away.

"There's not much. Since we have a defend the galaxy around everyday and I can't have anyone finding out," Akira explained as Isuma opened it. There was a small stuffed bunny and a sippy cup, nothing else. It looked sad almost. Isuma would have to change that some day.

"It's a miracle you kept these hidden for so long. Especially since Nannie usually cleans in here without permission," Isuma said, picking up the stuffed bunny. "Who's this?" he asked. From what he's read of how to keep a little into littlespace. You should ask questions you would have a child. It seemed to work because Akira lit up a little.

"That's Mr. Buns! Shiro got him for me on Earth," Akira smiled, reaching out for the stuffed bunny. Isuma handed it to him and he snuggled against it.

"He seems cool," Isuma commented, smiling as Akira hugged his bunny tight. He giggled and Isuma let out an awe, which made Akira look over to him. "Now that's adorable."

Akira smiled at the complement and wiggled a little bit. Isuma stood up and picked Akira up, making the baby put the bunny on the bed. Akira smiled at the action and wrapped his arms around him.

"Alright Mr. Big Kid, would you like to dance?" Isuma asked, pulling out a music player. 

Akira nodded and Isuma set him down. He grabbed onto Isuma's sleeve as Isuma choose a song. He clicked on Take On Me by A-Ha, one of Akira's favorites. Akira gasp as the song began to play and started to jump up and down. Isuma held back another awe and put the music play on the bed. Akira was jumping and wiggling around, giggling and clearly happy that this song was playing. Isuma joined in and jumped with him.

"Fun!" he giggled. Isuma thought about it before chuckling to himself. Akira didn't seem to be around eight. Although with how much he's been holding it off he could of slipped a bit more. Maybe around five?

"Hey Akira! Watch this," Isuma smiled before doing one of the classics, the moonwalk. Akira looked at him and tried to do it himself. Which he failed horribly, almost falling in the proccess. But Isuma didn't mind. "Just like that Corazón dulce! You're doing great!"

Akira smiled at the praise and went back to his dancing moves. Isuma went back to his dance moves as well. Since they seemed a bit more fun. At the end of the song Akira pounced back into Isuma's arms and laughed as they stumbled a little. Isuma kissed his nose and smiled back at him.

"Tired yet?" he asked, making Akira shake his head. "Really? After that exhausting dance? I'm pooped."

Akira seemed sadden by the fact. He was still full of energy! Isuma chuckle as Akira pouted, it was only his legs that left tired. "How about we go outside? There are some pretty flowers."

"But what if the others find us?" Akira frown deepened.

"Did you and Shiro go outside together?"

"No, we played tag and hide and seek," Akira smiled at the memory.

"Well no one should be outside right now. Do you want to?"

Akira thought about it before nodding, "Secret agents?"

"Secret agents?"

"We gotta be spies while going over there so that no one sees us!" Akira said as if Isuma was an idiot.

"Oh, yeah! We can play secret agents! You put your box away and we'll go back," Isuma smiled. Akira nodded and put everything away. Isuma made a mental note that the box was under neigh the bed.

The two didn't bump into or see anyone while going outside. But that didn't stop Akira to want to double check any corner. Isuma made the wrong choice of doing the spy theme song because Akira hit him lightly. Which he got lectured for and almost started crying.

But by the time they got to the flower area Akira immanently ran off. Isuma ran after him. It turns out that Akira wanted to pick some flowers for him, which almost made Isuma almost start crying. Why? Because it was adorable. Isuma put a flower in his hair which name Akira giddy. He handed Isuma a small bundle of flowers, which Isuma gratefully accepted. Soon later they layed in the grass together. Akira's head was on his new papa's chest. Isuma was using the flowers he got to braid Akira's hair Rapunzel style. This was differently fun.

Not my best but I really wanted to write about my 80s baby okay!