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Zera valued all things beautiful, and believed that youth was the ultimate signifier of beauty. In this belief, he had developed a strange habit of regressing to a younger age than his middle school self. Jaibo had known of this since Zera’s first time regressing. He tried his best to give care to the little emperor, and thought he had gotten quite good at handling his bratty moods. Today he would be handling Zera after the club gathered.
“Hello beautiful boy, are you hungry?” asked Jaibo. Zera sat on his throne, curled up to make himself smaller. He eyed Jaibo, staring him down to make sure he was trustworthy even if they had done this many times before. “Come on, I know how tiring holding club meetings can be.” Zera huffed and turned his nose up, reluctantly obliging Jaibo.
“Alright, how about some juice?” Jaibo poured a cup of foggy white liquid, setting it on the wide arm of the throne. “I know lychee is your favorite.”
Zera smiled up at Jaibo as he took the glass. “Thank you,” said Zera.
“Would you like to eat some lychees with your drink?”
Zera nodded.
As Jaibo picked some lychees from the field, he thought about all the time he had spent with Zera when he was in little space. His favorite thing to eat remained lychees, and he would fidget with his gloves. He enjoyed going on piggyback rides with Jaibo, and running in the field. He would often compliment Jaibo saying, "You're so beautiful, sir,” as sir was what Zera called Jaibo when little. He had been intimate with Zera before, but no suggestive intimacy could compare to the connection he felt towards Zera when he regressed. It was even more special. Truly, only he could give this type of care to Zera. Only he would do.
Coming back from the field, he found Zera standing on the seat of the throne (almost like he was waiting for Jaibo to come in). “Here stands the beautiful black star emperor, lord of lychees!” Zera shouted for only he and Jaibo’s ears. He then hopped down and popped a lychee from Jaibo’s hands into his mouth.
“That’s right, my beautiful boy. You’re everything you’ve said and more, you know?”
Zera smiled at Jaibo, lychee grinding against his teeth making his cheeks look all puffy. Jaibo reached his hands out to Zera’s cheeks and squished them, making Zera pout in embarrassment.
“You’re so cute baby.”
“I am not!” Zera said, stamping his foot.
Jaibo chuckled and gave the little emperor’s cheeks a teasing pinch. Zera gulped down the lychee, finally finished chewing, and ran into Jaibo’s arms, burying his head in his chest.
“I’m a big kid, sir. Even bigger than you!”
“Of course, beautiful boy, now let’s get you home.”
So Zera hopped up on Jaibo’s back, and he carried them out of their club spot onto the streets. Once on the streets they held each other’s hands all the way to Zera’s home. By the time they reached his home, Zera had already exited his little space and was back to normal.
“Goodnight, my beautiful boy,” said Jaibo gently, a look of pure adoration playing across his face.
“You know I’m not little anymore, correct?”
“I know, but you’re still my beautiful boy.”
And with that, they left each other with a kiss under the sliver of a moon.