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Peko is having a very bad day.
That’s not obvious to others around them, but to Fuyuhiko, it’s clear as day. It’s even clearer to him that Peko is attempting to hide it since he’s been regressed all day, but he’s smarter than she thinks, sometimes.
Well, okay. Maybe just more observant.
Staring at the walls of his dorm, Fuyuhiko is hit with an idea, and immediately sets to work, suddenly glad for how many blankets and pillows he collected over his time at Hope’s Peak.
Looking back at his work, now, Fuyuhiko winced at how ugly the blanket and pillow fort looked, but tentatively crawled inside and smiled to himself, proud of how comfortable it was as he laid down in it. He could rest, just for a little bit, right? He was so tired from making the fort…
“Fuyuhiko.”
The SHSL yakuza jolted away, freezing up and getting ready to attack whoever had woken him up, only to melt down into the blankets and relax, seeing it was Peko. He offered a weak smile, and carefully sat up, Peko looking around them.
“This is… a nice little fort.” She said, smiling softly at him. Fuyuhiko shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck, forcing himself to talk without using the voice he usually spoke in when he was regressed.
“I… made it for you. I knew you were having a bad day, so-“
Fuyuhiko glanced up in the middle of speaking, finding himself silenced at the sight of Peko’s eyes wet with tears.
“No, no, no!” He yelped, little voice slipping out as he pulled her into a hug, holding his carer tightly. “I didn’t mean to make you cry!”
Peko laughed against his shoulder, reaching up to pet his hair softly. “Little prince, it’s okay. Thank you.”
There was a brief pause in which Peko shifted them, pulling Fuyuhiko into her lap, hugging him close and burying her face into his neck.
“Thank you, little one.”
Fuyuhiko smiled guiltily, knowing there was no hiding that he was regressed now, but still pressed close to Peko.
“Of course, mama.”