Caregiver! Logan

Little! Roman

Thank you An_AnxiousComet for the request!

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Roman's reputation of being egotistical was correct, sure, and maybe he was an asshole at times, but he found that more often than not, it wasn't his fault. He would say the wrong thing, perhaps make fun of someone's name, which, let's be honest, he did quite often. But yeally, what kind of name is Janus? Sounds like some middle school librarian! It brought him little joy to watch their insecurity come to the forefront of their mind, and yet, it cradled his own insecurities, relishing in the fact he wasn't alone with how many he held far too close. A bittersweet way of coping.

Despite this power he held over the subjects of his grade, his knees had nearly buckled from underneath him when he received the courteous letter revealing he would be sharing his dorm. The other bedroom had laid empty for nearly six months after Bradley had dropped out of univeristy all together. Roman couldn't say he missed the homophobic ass. Sure, Roman may be an asshole as well, but he wasn't a homophobic ass.

It wasn't that he dreaded sharing a dorm. His parents poured money into the university, assuring he had all of the best things, best meal plan, best doem, best professor, anything and everything he wanted. It was a small price to pay, Roman supposes, after never being there for him growing up. They did the only thing they knew how. They bought him out.

Despite this, it wasn't the ache of having to share. No. It was much worse. The very idea of anyone finding out his humiliating secret of dressing up in such cutesy and babyish clothing? He's Roman! Boisterous and loud, not afraid to spew his opinion from the rooftops or break out in song if he feels so moved! The childness of watching disney and wearing the onesies could be passed off as a nostolgic comfort. But to have anyone see him sucking on a pacifier? Drinking from a bottle? Wearing a diaper? He'd have to move to another country.

He debated it but sucked it up. He moved around everything he needed to give the man some kind of room to make it his own. He had been using the other bedroom as storage, so he had to clear that out as well and stuff the toys and whatnot under his bed instead.

He awaited the arrival of his new doormate, Logan Berry.

"Who in the name of Disney has the last name berry?" Roman mumbled to himself as he shoved the rest of his items into his closet, messily organized.

"And the last name Prince is any better?"

Roman bristled at the low voice, his heart stammering for a moment, and he totally did not squeak. Whirling around, he glared daggers at his new roommate. "Don't just sneak up on people idiot!" He hisses out, crossing his arms. "Besides, my last name is fitting," He adds snottily, turning up his nose a little.

Logan raises an eyebrow at such a pompous attitude and snorts, balancing a box in his thin, yet, toned arms. "Ah, I see, you believe you're above others and have an enormous ego, noted." He comments, not even sticking around as Roman flushed and sputtered immature insults after him before slamming his door shut.

After that small exchange, Roman made Logan a target of admittedly childish bullying. He often tripped him in the halls or bumped his shoulder just so he'd drop his notebooks or coffee on the way to class. Logan would never snap, merely scowl in annoyance or dare Roman say disappointment? Growing bored after a while of no reaction, Roman stopped his physical harrassment, deciding to simply continue being a nuisance in their doem instead.

Logan never gave him a second glance.

As the months went by, Roman found himself unable to regress as many times as he'd like. Even when he did regress, he'd force himself out the second he could hear Logan walk through the door. Stress trampled over him terribly. His only comfort was stepped from him, unintentionally, in minutes, and it was all too much. Roman hated changed, and as his dormmate, Logan always seemed to be on the reciciving end of his little outbursts. Today, however, today was gold.

Logan had informed him that morning that he would be out with a study group and wouldn't be home until later that evening, apposed to his usual routine of being home at 5:00 PM sharp. Roman was under the illusion that he could finally take the opportunity to relax, deciding to regress. It usually took him a bit, so he decided to get dressed right off the bat once Logan left. He decided that since he was safe for at least a few hours, he went all out, breaking out the box he had shoved under his bed with many little items that he didn't want lying around.

He started strong with a pull-up with a Jake and the Neverland Pirates design on the front, slipping out of his big boy underwear and tugging the thin padding on. He had other options, but going any smaller wouldn't be safe when he knew he had a deadline. Usually, if he regressed too tiny, he couldn't force himself out, and well, that was not a hill he wanted to die on.

He slipped on colorful, mismatched socks (as he couldn't be bothered to find a matching pair) and a cozy, soft red sweater that covered up most of his pull-up. He went for a my little pony pacifier next and popped it in his mouth, giving it an experimental suck, melting as the stress of life began to fade away with once simple motion. He moved the box aside, tugging at a slightly larger box, which is honestly just filled with toys. Many were lying loosely on the floor as well, so he scavenged those ones out from the depths of his bed as well. He decided to move all the toys and such to the living area so he could have way more room to play.

He dumped all of them into a pile on the floor the second he was in there, taking a moment to adjust all of the things he dragged out. When he was big, he knew this would be a pain to clean up, but for now, he plopped down, grabbing his barbies and a bunch of outfits, deciding to make up a fashion show, giggling as he got the scene all setup.

As he played, he paid no attention to the time, only stopping to fill his sippy cup with lots of juice, which lead to a wet pull-up, not that he noticed, too enchanted with his toys.

That's not all he seemed to miss.

He suddenly heard someone clear their throat, and his blood ran icy cold, his giggles coming to an erupt stop, and his muscles tensed. Someone was there!

He carefully turned around and flushed as he saw it was Logan. He cowered under his gaze, but he didn't seem mad or mocking. He was... smiling. A genuine smile at that.

"I see you're having fun, " He says, tone light and kind, contrasting to his usual curt one. He gave a soft chuckle, but Roman just watched him warily. "Sorry to interrupt little Prince. You seem to be having a fun time. Though, let's get you changed, hm? We don't want a rash, do we?"

Roman glanced down and tugged down his sweater, attempting to hide his shameful accident. His cheeks burned in humiliation, but even after all the bullying, after all the mean words he spewed, Logan just smiled and carefully stepped forward.

"It's alright, Roman," he soothes. "It was only an accident. Why don't you get changed into a new pull-up, then I'll make dinner?"

At the sound of food, Roman's stomach growled, reminding himself that he had forgotten to eat that day. He was too wrapped up in his little world. His basic needs were pushed aside. It's always been difficult to remember basic necessities such as using the bathroom or eating when all he wanted to do was play and watch cartoons. He sunk into himself as his face burned, his embarrassment only growing as Logan Logan chuckled at his rosy red cheeks. Ducking his head, Roman didn't move.

"W...Why are you being nice to me?"

Hia voice came out so small and hesitant. He watched as Logan's face melted a little from his teasing twinkle in his eyes, and he paused for a moment, taking the time to carefully rake through his words. "While you are a brat who needs to learn manners and needs a bit of guidance and supervision, you aren't a terrible person. Your harrassment is barely that, much more leaning on medicore childhood antics. Sometimes, even your insults are reduced to such. You're a child who doesn't know when to stop." He explains lightly, helping him to his feet, his expression indifferent as Roman continued to hold his sweater down to hide his shame. Feeling the pull-up sag in between his legs wasn't helping one bit. In fact, it only made his face sear.

"But...I'm -"

"Dressed as a toddler and playing with toys while sucking on a pacifier?" Logan describes, smirking smugly as Roman looked so red and so very embarrassed. "I know, but again, you're merely a child, nothing I can't handle. Now go on and change out of your soiled pull-up little one, unless you need help? Are you too little to do it?"

"I'm a big boy!" Roman insists, giving a small glare.

"Then go be a big boy and change," Logan says, not unkindly, as he gently nudges him away.

Roman huffed to himself softly before shuffling towards the bathroom, grabbing a pull-up on the way. As he left, Logan began picking up the many toys, by now he was used to cleaning up after Roman, he didn't mind, now knowing his little secret, he had something playful to tease him about in big space. Probably something along the lines of 'Oh look at the mess someone left behind' or 'You truly are a little one, even when you're big', yes, Logan decided that would be a fun experience.

Roman was quick to change, tossing out his soiled pull-up, shuffling out in a new one, cheeks still pink. Logan noticed but chose not to tease him further and hummed, putting the last of his toys away. "What would you like for dinner?"

"Stop being nice. Don't pretend." Roman demands abruptly, glaring at Logan who cocked an eyebrow, curious to the sudden hostility.

"Sorry?"

"Don't pretend that this isn't weird! Or you're okay with it!" Roman demands, stomping his foot, his eyes tearing up a little, confused by his reaction. Why was he so nice?

Logan stood, walking towards Roman, who backed up and fell onto the couch. Logan gently cupped his cheeks, his thumb stroking at his cheek soothingly. "I see, you're scared."

Roman felt his eyes widen. "I am not scared!"

Logan only narrowed his eyes, not believing his lie. "It's okay," He assures him. "I won't pretend, my reaction to you being a little is genuine. I'm a caregiver Roman, I have no issue with you being a little whatsoever. I'm not going to be mean to you because I don't believe you deserve it."

Roman's bottom lip was troubling now, but Logan didn't falter. "You've been hurt Roman, and you take that out on others, and when you're severely stressed, you regress with no one around because you're insecure and scared of their reaction."

Roman sniffled and wiggled a little, feeling very overwhelmed. He didn't enjoy being stripped down right in front of someone, and yet, a sagging feeling of relief rushed through him. It was nice to know that someone knew someone understood.

Logan rubs a few stray tears away with his thumb. "It's alright, I understand this is overwhelming. We can talk further when you're an adult. However, I believe you are too little for such a big conversation." He moves slightly and sits next to the other, rubbing at his shoulder lightly as they begin to shake. "I assure you that I don't find this odd at all, so how about I make dinner and we watch a Disney movie? We can cuddle if you'd like, or you can sit on the other side of the couch with your blankie, whichever you'd like, but I'm not going anywhere."

A sob bubbled up into his throat and he whined lowly, he didn't...he didn't want to cry in front of him but suddenly his words left him with no choice and just like that he was sobbing. Tears rushed down his cheeks, and he turned and quickly buried his face into his shoulder. Logan turned, cupping the back of his head and guided him closer, and scooted him into his lap, allowing him to cry out his big feelings. Roman sobbed for the first time in a while, and he was proud to say that he cuddled with Logan all night after. And many nights after that.