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Kokichi was curled happily on the couch, a cup of tea in his hands and some random crime show playing. He was spending time in his big headspace before he buckled down with Shuichi and regressed for the rest of his evening. Currently, his darling dearest was fussing over every little thing, sterilizing all the binkies and nipples to bottles or sippy cups, lysol wiping everything, organizing baby snacks in the cabinets, putting away the pills...
This was mainly because Kokichi's headspace could range from 10 months to 3 years. He needs to be prepared for everything. As a caregiver who's anxiety screams to make sure everything is fine, he struggles with feeling in control, so the extra bit of prep helps him feel a bit more comfortable.
Ouma takes a tiny sip of his tea before placing it down and pausing his show. He then stretches his arms and stands, heading down the hall to the bathroom, to see what his boyfriend was doing. Immediate upon entering, he saw the bath, and slowly backs away.
Knocking over a small cup for mouthwash in his wake, the short purple haired boy ran out and went to find a place to hide. This alerted Shuichi of the game of "hide and seek" before bathtime. Such an event wasn't rare, his little hates baths and showers up until he he gets to play in the water.
As he ran he could feel himself slipping into littlespace, and by the time he ducked into the closet, he'd slipped completely. Feeling about 2, Kokichi sniffled. Meanwhile Shuichi had shut off the faucet and placed a couple toys into the warm water. Then he rolled his sleeves up a bit and left the bathroom.
"Kichi.. We cant keep doing this.. Your bath is gonna get cold and you havent taken one in 2 days.." Shuichi calls out, checking the rooms.
When he spots the bedroom door wide open- despite it being previously closed -Saihara walks inside. The next clue was the closet being only a crack open, even though it was wide open before he started the bath.
"Gotcha!" Saihara calls out, pulling the closet open and seeing Kokichi.
The little squealed and waved his hands frantically, trying to ward off his boyfriend. But to no avail, as he was scooped up and his cheeks were covered in kisses.
"Dada! No baf! No baf! Smell fine! Dont wanna!" He whines, struggling about in Saihara's arms.
"Sure you do.. If I couldnt smell, maybe.. It'll be fun, I promise! I already put bubbles and toys for you to play with.. Now cut it out.. it'll be over before you know it.." Shuichi says sternly, walking from the bedroom to the bathroom.
He locks and closes the bathroom door behind him and sets his little on the floor in front of the tub. The short boy's bottom lip comes out, then the quiet wheezing, before crocodile tears come racing down and he's wailing as loud as possible.
Saihara could swear on his life and then some that the bath would be quick and simple, and Kokichi still wouldn't care. He was a fussy little who only knew being spoiled and getting his way.
"My little prince, my darling dearest, my sweet boy, please.. Let dada get you in the tub. It'll be quick, I promise.." He held out his pinky finger to the sobbing boy, whose eyes hadn't left his face.
"O-okay! Dada g-give Kichi baf! S-s okay!" He crys, linking their pinky fingers before reaching out to the taller boy for comfort.
Ouma was granted what he wanted, being pulled in and held, then having his cheeks kissed lightly. He stopped crying only a minute later and let his tears be wiped away.
Shuichi then began stripping his little down to nothing and helping him into the bath. There was a moment of silence before the little boy reached into the bubbles to get a toy and show it to his caregiver. He muttered out a quiet 'fwoggy', before hopping the small toy along the rim of the tub.
Ouma had visually relaxed once Shuichi started gently washing over his body. He used a lavender scented body wash that usually made his little very tired. He heard a quiet yawn slip from the smaller boy's lips and all he could do was smile. The worst of it was over.. Thank Atua.