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Satoru knew that he needed to be big right now, looking at how tired Suguru looks, after missions always tired them out, but Satoru can’t help the way his brain starts to fog over. Suguru always made him want to be a small boy. So Suguru could give him cuddles and kisses. He tried his best not to slip- he did. But Suguru was good at babying him, even when he wasn't little. He was just motherly like that.
"Come on, Satoru- I can help make us some dinner. You really don't have to do it all on your own." Suguru said even though it wasn’t much work, heating up ramen, he's giving Satoru a kind smile that takes his thoughts and drifts him to a calm, safe place. He wishes his words weren't failing him- but Suguru was so mesmerizing at the moment. Everything about him...
Suguru is very pretty... his pretty mommy. Suddenly, Suguru is standing in front of him, his hand on his cheek, his smile so soft, and his hair so long and pretty and still a bit damp from their shower together.
"Hm, are you small, Satoru?" He asked gently, petting his hair away from his eyes. Satoru holds his breath out of shame, because he can feel himself slipping, and suddenly he’s clutching Suguru’s hoodie. The darker haired man laughs softly. "I told you not to push away your regression, I like taking care of you, I wouldn’t lie." He says, brushing his fingers through slightly damp, fluffy white hair.
"I wan' be big so I make mommy dinner." Satoru pouted. Suguru sits Satoru down on the bed. Satoru didn't like to think he might be letting someone down- but Suguru was happy to take care of Satoru any day. He got the best of everything Satoru had to offer. While little and big. That's how it was when he was his boyfriend.
But most importantly was the fact that Satoru’s way of winding down was to be little and be taken care of, and Suguru’s way was to take care of him. They were safe together like that. Satoru had never gotten to be a child, and Suguru was happy to watch over him and keep him safe and happy as he indulged in something he never had before.
"Satoru, you’re just so sweet, but little boys making dinner is a bit dangerous. You’re so cute. I love everything about you, angel." He says softly, letting Satoru’s clumsy hands reach up to tug softly at his long dark hair. "How old do you feel right now?" He asked, watching Satoru put up two fingers. "So tiny, baby. So cute." He says, cuddling Satoru close as he hugs him tight.
"Mommy has so pwetty, long hair..." Satoru smiles, his cheeks splotchy and pink with excitement and he presses Suguru’s soft cheeks against his palms, watching his lips as they popped like a fishy. The now little boy giggled at the sight of his pretty mommy with such a silly face.
"You want me to make you dinner?" He asked, his face still smushed and his voice sounding funny. Satoru squealed as he giggled, Suguru starting to laugh as well.
"Wan' you to feed me, mommy!" He said, his voice slurred as he slipped further into his headspace. Suguru nodded.
"Of course, angel." He says, laying Satoru against the soft pillows gently. He goes to make the ramen the rest of the way, listening to Satoru babble to himself. He occasionally hears the taller boy say "mommy" and smiles to himself.
Suguru didn't mind being called mommy, even if he was a boy. That was what Satoru needed from him, to have a caring mommy to love him and take care of him. He was glad it was him and not anyone else to love his little baby. He was happy to take care of him.
He comes back to see Satoru sucking on his thumb with his eyes struggling to stay open and he smiles with the heated up ramen in his hand.
"Let me get your pacifier and then I'll feed you, alright, Satoru?" He says gently, watching him nod and smile around the thumb in his mouth. He grabbed his blue paci that he remembers Satoru desperately trying to convince Suguru he didn’t need.
Now it was one of his favorite things, and it helped a little with his candy addiction since he loved sucking on things, including his shirts. He used to watch the white haired boy soak the hem as he sucked and chewed on it when he was anxious on the trains on their way to missions.
He set the paci down and rested Satoru up straighter in his lap so he could have his dinner. He stroked his cheek as he fed Satoru bites of food, making sure to wipe his mouth so he doesn’t make any messes since they already showered. He eats one bite for every two he feeds Satoru until they’re all done. He lets Satoru play with his hair and suck on his paci for a while since Satoru didn't like going to bed right after eating.
"I wuv you, mommy." Satoru babbled. Suguru kissed his forehead and smiled, caressing his cute little face.
"I love you too, angel." He said, giving his nose a little kiss. Satoru giggled tiredly, his hands clenched around Suguru’s hoodie. He watched his eyes drop closed and decided it was time for his little baby to get some sleep.
"Come on, baby. Let's get your little pearly teeth brushed, and put you to bed. If you help me brush your pretty teeth, I can sing you songs, does that sound good, Satoru?" He watches Satoru nod. He helps him walk, the boy shuffling his bare feet as he follows Suguru to the bathroom. He sets the taller boy on the counter, and grabs the strawberry toothpaste.
“You can’t swallow it, remember? It’s yummy but it’ll hurt your little belly, m’kay?” He warns, and Satoru nods, opening his mouth so Suguru can brush his teeth. He finishes it up, letting him spit into the sink and rinse his mouth. “There you go.” He notices Satoru talking less, most likely nonverbal now. He’s just glad Satoru is already comfy and showered, he always expects a meltdown if he isn’t at least ready for bed at this late hour.
Going little is the only way Satoru gets good sleep, and if he’s already little before he can at least change his clothes or get cleaned up, regressing by accident when he gets stressed, Satoru can throw some pretty bad tantrums. Suguru loves Satoru, so when he cries the way he does on those days, it breaks his heart. And wrestling him into a bath while he’s upset is almost impossible.
He finally helps him into bed, and he quickly washes his paci so it’s nice and clean with his freshly brushed teeth and Satoru sucks it into his mouth eagerly. Suguru sighs as he sits, and he tugs Satoru into his arms so he can hold him close. “I wuv’ you, mommy…” Satoru mumbles, his face pushing into his shirt as he sucks on his paci. Suguru chuckles softly, kissing his still slightly damp hair.
“I love you too, angel. Sleep well for me, baby.” He’s asleep before he can even sing for him.