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Kaminari was a little skeptical of what his therapist had suggested he try, but Dr. Sekigai had said it might help him with emotion regulation and dealing with stress rather than bottling everything up and letting it all blow up in his face when it got to be too much. He’d even directed Kaminari to some sites that were directed at the coping mechanism rather than the kink, and had offered to help with Kaminari’s first purchase if the blond decided to go through with following his therapist’s suggestion for a coping mechanism.
Kaminari had denied the financial help, and now he had the supplies he’d deemed worthy of his first proper venture into “littlespace” to cope with everything. His door was locked, his lights were dimmed a little so they wouldn’t hurt his eyes so much, and he had various items in front of him to help him get to being “little” as Dr. Sekigai had called it. Kaminari’s first order of business was to change from the comfort clothes he’d worn in the common room with everyone, into some Snipe-themed footie pyjamas that he’d die of embarrassment from if anyone found out he owned the teacher’s merch in any form.
The next order of business was to focus on relaxing, on letting his always hyper-active brain calm down a bit so he could let himself be without always being scared of someone finding out about his past and what happened and why he didn’t see any of his siblings anymore and why his mother and father got divorced and why he didn’t live with his mother and why he didn’t live with his father and why he craved physical affection but let himself go without it anyway and-
Denki teared up, sniffling as the memories threatened to find their way out of the corner of his mind he’d locked them in, and the blond found himself hugging a large stuffed pegasus close as the tears threatened to spill over. He wanted his auntie, she’d brush his hair out of his eyes and hold him close and Denki could curl up in her lap and Auntie would hum softly or tell him stories and Denki didn’t have to be anything but his auntie's favourite boy.
“Auntie.” Denki whimpered softly, holding the stuffed animal close and burying his face in the soft fur of the toy.
The blond’s thumb found its way to his mouth, and only a vague memory of his father getting mad at him stopped Denki from sucking on it. He knew, logically (in his big kid brain), that his father wasn’t here now to hit him. But Denki wasn’t big now, he was little and he was sad and he wanted something to suck on and something nice to watch that would make him forget about being all sad. After a moment or two of Denki just holding onto his pretty toy horse with wings, the blond spotted a light purple pacifier sitting in an open case, and perked up a little. He grabbed it with clumsy fingers, and put it in his mouth to suck on happily, feeling a little less sad now that one of his wants was filled.
The boy rubbed his cheek against the soft toy, letting out a soft hum and looking for something to play with alongside his pretty toy. Or maybe he could even find something funny to watch to help him cheer up some more. His auntie wasn’t there but Denki was a big boy, he was three entire years old! He didn’t need to be watched at all, and he’d prove it by not making a huge mess while he was having fun.
“Gotsa find ‘lectrottic.” Denki said around his paci, moving carefully until he was all the way on his knees with his pretty horse toy still held close to him with an entire arm around it.
The little moved around his room, and smiled behind his paci when he found his phone. He managed to unlock it, and hummed to himself and Kimeko (as he’d decided to name his pretty horse toy) as he figured out how to get to MeTube on it to watch something that would fulfill his other want and make him laugh. Once Denki figured out how to open the app and how to click on the videos to start watching, the blond little rested the side of his face on Kimeko and clicked on a video that his bigspace self had been watching.
Within two minutes of clicking on the video, Denki was holding Kimeko tightly and clicking out of the video, not happy at all. Bigspace him had been watching something really scary and Denki didn’t like it at all, he wanted someone big to come and hold him tight and rock him and make it all okay because Denki didn’t like that video at all and he wanted it to be better.
After a few minutes of rocking back and forth while holding Kimeko close, Denki eventually got the courage to go back on MeTube and look for something that wouldn’t scare him to watch. He ended up watching some videos about some magical boy who could control air, who had no hair and a blue arrow painted on his head for some reason. It was funny and cool, and it helped Denki calm down from being scared, loosening his tight hold on Kimeko a little and sucking on his paci as he relaxed.
After a while, Denki felt himself start to get tired and curled up with Kimeko in his bed after figuring out how to get up there when it was so high and he was so small. He got under the blankets with Kimeko in his arms and his paci securely in his mouth, and fell asleep after another ten or fifteen minutes of watching the show, not even managing to finish the episode he’d been on despite his best efforts.
Kaminari burst awake from a nightmare, his newly bought stuffed pegasus in his arms and a paci in his mouth. The teen was in his bed, and someone was knocking on his room door.
“Yo, Kamibro, you in there?” Kirishima asked from the other side of the wood, and Kaminari took the paci out of his mouth, something in him protesting softly at the loss.
But Kaminari was big now, and since he was big he didn’t need it at the moment. The blond left his bed, still holding Kimeko in one arm and making his way to his room door.
“Did ya need me for something, Kiribro?” Kaminari asked when he opened the door, and his friend simply raised an eyebrow at him with an amused smile.
“Didn’t know you were a fan of Snipe-sensei, bro.” Kirishima teased lightly.
"Huh?" Kaminari asked in confusion.