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This fic contains age regression, mentions of ptsd, anxiety, and the use of protective wear of the reader when regressed. I've based this on my own experiences with my own ptsd and what i'd like for comfort. Please note that not everybody will have this reaction to ptsd or any other mental health issues. This is purply a work of fiction brought on by my own struggles and need for comfort from my two main comfort characters. Povs may change throughout as I've taken a long break from writing, so please. Bare with that part. This also hasn't been beta read at all as well. So I apologize for any mistakes in regards to my writing finding itself again. Any other comments or ideas in regards are welcome. With that, enjoy the read. - Cryptic Wolfdog
Note: // = sign language
Note: Mentions of abuse in a sexual manner but nothing too extreme or in detail. If that makes you uncomfortable don't read. I honestly truly based this off of my own experiences so please don't judge or use any harsh words in regards to this fic. It is fiction, but it is also based on true events. With that. Enjoy.
×Story Start×
Everyday seemed like every other day when Y/N woke up that morning. Shota sleeping comfortably with his cat Miso snuggled into his side, Hizashi up and about making breakfast in the kitchen, and them curled up into his sleeping lover's back as they slowly woke up from the night before. Y/N woke up fully by sitting up and stretching their arms above their head. Walking into the kitchen you smiled sleepily toward Hizashi while going for your first cup of coffee. While filling up your cup, Hizashi finished on the pancakes he was making for his sleepy lovers. Setting down at the table Y/N noticed Miso slowly walking her way into the dining area. Y/N chuckled softly, noticing the four legged friend, knowing full well that Miso always awoke before Shota for the day. “Good morning my little listener.” Hizashi came to the side of Y/N’s face giving a small kiss to their cheek. Hizashi then set a bowl of fruit in front of Y/N all the while proceeding to his own chair at the table.
In the beginning of their relationship Hizashi and Shota noticed Y/N not eating breakfast with them and became worried. After talking it out the group learned together that Y/N struggled with stomach issues. Due to this, breakfast was often skipped due to upset stomachs. So after that, the boys decided to simply give you small bowls of fruit in the mornings. Sweet; but still refreshing, plus it gave you the small boost you needed in order to honestly keep going for the day. At least before the caffeine kicked in.
Slowly after you finished your bowl of fruit you heard the soft padded feet of your other lover Shota come into the kitchen. Miso lifted her head from her water dish at the sound of one of her owners entering the room. She left out a small murp as Aizawa gently petted her head while preparing his own morning coffee. Hizashi chuckled softly and started eating his own breakfast, meanwhile Shota finished petting Miso once his coffee was ready. Walking over towards the table, he set his cup down and then slowly shuffled on over to you. Shota kissed the top of your head and mumbled a soft good morning, doing the same to Hizashi; Shota finally sat down in his chair. You all ate in silence with the occasional sounds from Miso chewing her food. After you all finished your breakfasts all three (meow) four, started getting ready for the day.
Now when it came to the usage of the bathroom, it wasn't too hard to sort out once you all got onto certain schedules throughout the week. But sometimes your past snuck up on you, without warning mist times. Such as a day like today. It wasn't often you avoided the bathroom, there was no reason to be within this house. Your lovers knew of your past issues, as well as your mental health struggles. So when Hizashi and Shota finished their own showers and told you the bathroom was free, they figured you'd start your own routine; unfortunately they thought wrong.
Shota was the first to notice your avoidance of the bathing that day. Normally if it was a rough patch he'd be able to tell depending on the week leading up. But this week; or rather day seemed to be just fine. You ate breakfast, you remembered your meds the night before, and you slept a normal amount of sleep. So why did he find you sitting on your shared bed wrapped in his hero merch blanket pale and trembling slightly?
Shota wasn't sure if Hizashi could tell that something was off or not, so he proceeded with slight caution in regards to your sudden struggles. Shota walked over quietly over to his husband who was sitting on the couch grading student papers and calmly placed a hand on his shoulder. Usually Hizashi didn't wear his hearing aids in the house unless people were over, or if you were badly struggling. Which somehow your mind had managed to do in a few short while today. Hizashi looked up at his husband and placed the pen he was using down onto the table.
//what's going on Sho? //
// I'm not sure. But Y/N isn't bathing as they normally would. Somethings wrong//
Hizashi sucked in a breath and dug his hearing aids out of his pocket. “They seemed fine this morning. But from what we know about trauma, it sadly doesn't choose when to strike.” Shota nodded at his husband's statement while slowly devising a plan on how to help you without causing a panic attack. Hizashi and Shota made there way to the bedroom to find you now laying down with the blanket over your head. You didn't move, didn't speak, didn't even acknowledge the quiet hellos from your partners. You were frozen. Stuck in your mind, back to a place you thought you had long forgotten. But the nervous system never forgets. Shota and Hizashi slowly made their way over to your body, careful not to touch you in any sense. They both knew from the last few times that touch was a major no unless you specifically voiced it to them. So ever so slowly; they sat on their knees in front of you on the bed and quietly tried to get your attention.
It was Mic who quietly called your name first with the help of his quirk; he knew he'd probably get a better reaction than shota’s rasp. If it wasn't evident before; it was very much now when a startled whisper responded.
“Don't touch me!... No touching.`` you curled more onto yourself; in hopes to make yourself hidden? They weren't sure. All they knew was this was one rough episode. “Okay we won't touch you honey. Do you know who we are though?” Hizashi asked this all barely above a whisper. Both him and Shota waited for a response. Ever so carefully you pulled your blanket to the side and looked at them fearfully uncertain for a long while. It felt as if hours had passed while waiting for you to finally speak; but the boys waited nonetheless. “Protectors… Together.” Hizashi smiled slightly at your answer. He could tell it was hard to speak in your state, but he was proud you at least recognized them this time. “That's right, we protect you. Can you tell us how old you feel right now; So we know how to help?” Shota was the one to answer, but he kept his voice level and calm throughout the question. After a bit, both him and Hizashi heard a quiet eight from underneath the blanket. Shit. This must have been really bad if you were back to.. That age.
By this point your body was so tense with tightened muscles that your body shook. Depending on how Shouta and Hizashi could relax you, this could take more or less all day (not that they minded). Shota remembered the last time this had happened you ended up passing out. All while your body took a full 8 hours to fully relax. That one was a rough morning after that night. He could still remember how your joints cracked and muscles spasmed once you stretched that day. Shota hummed softly and then slowly got up to close the blinds. Hizashi switched positions from his knees to leaning against the side table. He started debating what would help you fully come back to them, slowly enough to make you not panic or sink further in on your mind.
It wasn't long after Shota joined Hizashi on the floor that Miso decided to join the room. Miso slowly padded into the room and let out a soft meow. Shota was about to get up and bring her back out when both him and Hizashi heard it. “meow.”
Both men stopped breathing after that, glancing into each other's eyes he slowly stopped all movements while Miso jumped onto the bed and slowly sniffed their lover's covered body. Hizashi and Shota watched as Miso slowly came into the view of their partners eyes and started purring. You mumbled a soft “kitty” while uncurling slightly to pet the friendly furball. You knew this cat, that you were sure of; even in your altered state. Watching the way Miso made her way into your warmth Hizashi had an idea. Slowly he slid his phone out of his pocket and started up one of your favorite shows, both in and out of your current state. Hizashi turned the volume down to about almost fully silent then proceeded to prop his phone in front of your view on the bedside table. The soft glow of the phone and the childlike aspect of the shoe hopefully would bring you back to a state of mostly relaxed. Shota chuckled softly once he realized the accent of the characters. A kids show about a little blue dog and her family, the perfect show for you to view. Shota and Hizashi sat comfortably on the floor while the show played on in the background. After about four episodes in Shota heard you stir first, but didn't try anything to not startle you. The no touching rule was very important, even with slight improvement. “Papa… “ Hizashi looked over towards you and took note of the nickname. He took note of how you sort of unraveled your body from your panic, but still weren't fully stretched out yet. The difference however now was the thumb in your mouth as you held back unshed tears. “Shhhhh. Hi baby, I'm right here. Can Papa hold you yet? Or are you still feeling icky?” Hizashi spoke quietly as Shota started getting up to grab a few items they'd most likely need in the next few moments.
A pacifier for one, and a pull up for the other. It wasn't often needed; but just a precaution to not cause extra stress if something did happen.
You took a moment to process what was being asked all the while with Miso still purring in your arms. You brushed your fingers softly in her fur and hummed softly in slight content. It wasn't until Shota came back into the room that you responded. “no touch… hand?” quietly you looked into Hizashi’s eyes for the first time since this all began, silently begging he knew what you wanted. “You want me to hold your hand baby?” you nodded and brought your hand from underneath the blanket and into his own to hold. Grounding you more back into reality. Hizashi gently held your hand and started rubbing his thumb along your knuckles all while Shota had a sad smile on his face taking in the scene before him. It wasn't usually like this for them, but it was just the reality they all lived in. Baby steps he reminded himself of often, just baby steps. Even if they were big to you. He set the items he grabbed down on the table then took a seat on the floor next to his husband. Hizashi kept holding your hand while still looking at your body language to make sure this was alright.
A yawn escaped your lips as Miso got up to change positions. “You sleepy baby? Shota brought a pull up, do you want to change into that before a nap?” Somehow the simplicity of that question was your breaking point once again. Crying softly, Shota got up and placed a gentle hand on your back and began rubbing circles in hopes it helped calm you down. Normally he'd ask for permission, but judging by the tight grip you had on Hizashi’s hand now; it was the right move to do. Letting out a choked sob you curled closer to your lovers seeking out more comfort than you'd normally not like to admit. But you practically craved it now. You craved the warmth of Miso’s body heat, Hizashi’s hand in yours, Shotas calming back rubs, and the comfort of the safety you finally felt. You craved it all. “I-I-I feel so g-gross… needy… but I want a nap. P-please let me sleep.” you began crying into your pillow now, still holding onto the grounding feeling of Hizashi’s soft hand. Shota and Hizashi shared a look knowingly of the word Needy. To most people it would mean many things, but for you. It meant needs of an adult nature, one unfortunately more human and natural despite your mind's current state. When it first happened you cried into both of their chests explaining how vile and disgusting you felt. That even after what happened, you still unfortunately craved that release regardless of how it happened. You hated it, absolutely despised it. But it was as they explained to you, you're human. And sometimes trauma reactions in the body are just that; reactions. And very much out of our control. Both men calmed you and promised then to ask what you'd like to do once it happened. While also taking note to mention it in therapy sessions just to help you sort out your past. Regardless of how far you've come, it's all a healing process. A process that takes a long time and a lot of back and forth. But no matter what both Shota and Hizashi promised you then and there that they'd protect you. No matter what.
Sniffling again Hizashi grabbed your yellow pacifier off of the table and popped it into your mouth. Sucking on it softly, you began to feel yourself calm down and relax once again. If you had it your way you'd be sucking your thumb. But your lovers did worry for germs of any kind, so that was out of the question. They always wanted what was best for you, even in your lowest of moments.
Shota was the first to help move you from laying down for the first time since this all began. Helping you sit up Shota used soft touches and quiet whispers to get you changed and into more comfortable clothing for a big rest. Shota then kneeled in front of you to look into your eyes. “Kitten, do you want to nap with me and papa or by yourself?” Shota asked this softly while rubbing your knee with his thumb. Quietly you leaned your head onto his shoulder and mumbled a soft “Stay” from behind the yellow plastic. Gathering you up in his arms Shota helped you lay down once again while Hizashi went to grab more blankets. Shota pulled you into his chest and gave your forehead a soft kiss while his hands started petting your hair. Hizashi returned with more blankets in no time and with the warmth of both of your lovers and the soft purrs of Miso. You finally, finally were able to relax and sleep in the safety of your home.
Finally, You felt safe.
×End×