𝓙𝓙𝓚 𝓐𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓮 🍼🎀🧴

Satoru Gojo

Satoru had been calling your name for the better part of five minutes.

At first he thought you had fallen asleep somewhere ridiculous. It would not have been the first time he had found you curled up beneath a blanket fort or tucked into the corner of the couch with a book. He was already halfway through teasing you in his head when he pushed open the bedroom door.

Instead, he found you sitting on the floor with your knees tucked against your chest, your favorite blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. Your eyes were wide and watery as they darted toward him before immediately dropping to the carpet.

Your tiny voice barely carried.

“…’Toru?”

The realization hit him instantly.

His expression softened so quickly it almost hurt to look at. Years ago, when he had been a teenager, one of the children hidden away at Jujutsu High had coped with overwhelming trauma by slipping into a much younger headspace. Shoko had patiently explained it to him, showing him how safety, gentleness, and consistency mattered far more than questions ever could. He had never forgotten that little boy reaching for his hand because the world had suddenly become too big.

You shrank back when you saw recognition bloom across his face.

“No…”

Your lip trembled.

“P… please don’t look.”

“Oh, sweetheart.”

Gojo lowered himself onto the floor several feet away instead of crowding you. His voice lost every trace of its usual cocky lilt.

“You’re okay. Daddy’s here.”

Your head snapped up.

“…Daddy?”

“If that’s what feels safe right now.” His smile was small and impossibly warm. “Only if you want it. Your shoulders shook as tears spilled down your cheeks.

“I… I didn’t want you to see.”

“I know.”

“I’m weird.”

“No.” He answered so quickly that there was no room for doubt. “You’re overwhelmed. Those are two very different things.”

You rubbed your eyes with tiny fists, looking devastatingly small.

“You not mad?”

“Mad?” He laughed quietly. “Sweetheart, the only thing I’m upset about is that you were scared enough to hide from me.”

Slowly, he opened his arms.

“Can Daddy come closer?”

After a long, uncertain pause, you nodded.

The moment he reached you, he gathered you into his lap with incredible care, one hand rubbing slow circles across your back while the other adjusted your blanket around your shoulders.

“There we go.”

You buried your face against his chest with a broken little sob.

“I sorry.”

“You don’t ever have to apologize for needing comfort.” He rested his chin lightly on top of your head.

“My only job right now is making sure my little one feels safe.”

You sniffled.

“…Can Daddy stay?”

Gojo smiled into your hair, holding you just a little tighter.

“As long as you need me.”

The world outside could wait.

For now, all that mattered was rocking you gently in his arms until the panic eased, quietly reminding you over and over that you were loved, safe, and never something he would judge.

Suguru Geto

Suguru knew something was off before he even found you.

The apartment was unusually quiet, and after checking the kitchen and bedroom, he spotted you tucked behind the arm of the couch. A blanket was pulled over your shoulders, and your eyes were fixed on the floor.

When you noticed him, your entire body tensed.

“Oh…”

Your breathing hitched.

“No, no…”

You looked like you wanted to disappear.

Suguru’s expression softened immediately.

Years ago, he had met someone who coped with overwhelming stress by regressing into a much younger headspace. It had taught him that fear only grew when people were met with confusion or judgment. So he simply knelt a comfortable distance away.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “You’re okay.”

Tears welled in your eyes.

“I… didn’t want you to see.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.”

His voice stayed calm and warm, never asking questions, never moving any closer.

“I’m right here. That’s all.”

You rubbed at your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt, trying and failing to stop crying.

“I feel… little.”

“I can see that.”

There wasn’t even the slightest hint of surprise in his tone.

“And that’s okay.”

You stared at him for several long seconds before speaking so quietly he almost missed it.

“…Daddy?”

The word came out hesitant, uncertain, like you were waiting for him to reject it.

Instead, his smile grew impossibly gentle.

“If that’s what you need right now, sweetheart, then Daddy’s here.”

Your shoulders finally sagged.

“You… you’re not mad?”

“Not even a little.”

“You don’t think I’m weird?”

“I think someone I love is scared.”

Your lip trembled.

“Those are very different things.”

For another quiet moment, neither of you moved.

Then, slowly, you shuffled across the carpet until you were sitting beside him. You hesitated only briefly before reaching for the sleeve of his sweater with tiny, shaky fingers.

Suguru stayed perfectly still.

Only when you leaned fully against his side did he lift one arm, leaving it loose enough that you could pull away whenever you wanted. Instead, you nestled closer with a quiet sniffle.

“There you are,” he murmured.

You buried your face against his shoulder.

“Can… can Daddy hold me?”

“Of course.”

He gathered you into his lap with slow, careful movements, giving you every opportunity to change your mind. The moment you wrapped your arms around his neck, he returned the embrace, one hand rubbing gentle circles over your back.

“I’ve got you.”

You melted against him, breathing evening out as he rocked you ever so slightly.

“I was scared.”

“I know.”

“But you don’t have to be scared by yourself anymore.”

He rested his cheek lightly against your hair.

“As long as you need me, Daddy’s staying right here.”

Kento Nanami

Nanami had expected to find you reading.

Instead, he found the book lying open on the living room rug, abandoned halfway through a chapter. One of your plushies had been left beside it, and beyond the couch he spotted the top of your head. He rounded the corner slowly.

You were sitting with your knees tucked beneath your chin, staring at the floor so intensely that you didn’t notice him until he quietly said your name.

Your head jerked up. The instant your eyes met his, panic flooded your face.

“No…” You scrambled backward until your shoulders bumped the wall.

“I didn’t mean to.”

Nanami’s heart sank.

A long time ago, before either of you had met, he had known someone who occasionally slipped into a much younger headspace after periods of extreme stress. It had taught him one important lesson.

Stay calm. Be patient. Let them decide what they need. So he remained where he was.

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

Your breathing came in quick little gasps.

“I’m s’posed to be big.”

His expression softened even further.

“You don’t have to be anything right now.” Silence settled between you. He lowered himself to the floor across from you, resting one knee against the carpet without closing the distance.

“I’ll stay right here.”

Your eyes searched his face, almost waiting for disappointment to appear. It never did. Instead, he looked at you with the same quiet warmth he always had.

“I feel silly,” you whispered.

“I imagine you feel frightened.”

Your eyes began to sting.

“…Yeah.”

“I’m sorry you’re frightened.” The kindness in his voice broke the last of your composure. A tear slipped down your cheek.

“…Daddy?”

The word escaped before you could stop it. Embarrassment immediately washed over your face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

Nanami smiled. It was small, but it reached his eyes. “If calling me Daddy helps you feel safe, then I’m happy to be Daddy.”

Your shoulders relaxed just enough for him to notice.

“You really don’t mind?”

“Not in the slightest.” He folded his hands loosely in his lap. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You looked down at the plushie beside you, squeezing it nervously. Another few moments passed before you stood on shaky legs and padded across the carpet.

Nanami stayed exactly where he was.When you reached him, you hesitated, then carefully took hold of two of his fingers.

“They’re warm,” you mumbled.

“They’re yours whenever you need them.” You gave his hand a tiny tug. Without a word, he allowed you to guide him closer. Only when you leaned into his chest did he slowly wrap an arm around your back.

You let out the smallest sigh, as though you’d been holding your breath all afternoon. “…Can Daddy cuddle me?”

“I would be honored.” He lifted you into his lap with practiced gentleness, making sure you were settled before resting one hand between your shoulders. “There we are.”

You curled against him, your forehead tucked beneath his chin. “I got scared you wouldn’t love me anymore.”

Nanami closed his eyes for a brief moment. “There is nothing you could become that would make me love you less.” His hand continued its slow, comforting circles across your back. “Whether you’re feeling very small or perfectly grown, you are still the person I cherish most.”

Your grip on his sweater tightened. “…Promise?”

“I promise.”

He kissed the top of your head with quiet tenderness.

Choso Kamo

Choso found you sitting on the bedroom floor with your favorite blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You looked impossibly small.

Your knees were pulled tightly to your chest, and you were clutching the edge of the blanket so hard your knuckles had gone white.

When you looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, your eyes widened with panic. A tiny, frightened noise escaped your throat. You quickly hid your face behind the blanket.

“Oh…”

Your voice was barely more than a whisper. Choso’s heart immediately ached.

“Oh, sweetheart.” There wasn’t a trace of confusion on his face. Only concern.

He lowered himself onto one knee a comfortable distance away, his voice naturally falling into the soft cadence he used whenever he was comforting someone.

“There you are.”

You peeked over the blanket for only a second before hiding again.

“I know.” His smile was impossibly gentle. “It’s a scary feeling.”

A little sniffle answered him. He had never seen this before. He didn’t know what to call it.

But he knew fear. He knew what it looked like when someone needed to feel protected. That much came as naturally as breathing.

“You don’t have to look at me yet.” His voice stayed quiet. “I’ll wait.”

The room fell silent except for your uneven breathing. After nearly a minute, the blanket lowered just enough for your eyes to peek over the top.bYour lip quivered. Choso smiled again.

“There you are.”

The words were spoken with such warmth that tears immediately filled your eyes. You gave the tiniest little whimper.

Without thinking, your hand reached toward him. Just a few inches. As though you weren’t entirely sure if you were allowed.

Choso’s expression melted.

“There you go.”

He didn’t reach back. He simply stayed where he was until your fingers curled around the sleeve of his sweater.

“You found me.”

Your grip tightened. Another quiet little whine escaped you.

“Oh…” His voice became even softer. “My poor thing.”

You shuffled closer on your knees until your forehead bumped against his arm. The instant you leaned into him, Choso slowly wrapped one arm around your shoulders.

“So tiny.”

The words came out more like an affectionate coo than an observation.

“So very, very tiny.”

You buried your face against him. A shaky sob escaped your chest.

“I know,” he whispered. “I know.”

His hand stroked slowly through your hair.

“You’ve had such a hard day.”

When you didn’t pull away, he slid one arm beneath your knees and another around your back.

“I’m going to pick you up now.”

His voice stayed gentle, giving you every chance to object. Instead, your little arms immediately wrapped around his neck.

“Oh, there you are.”

He stood carefully, holding you against his chest as though you weighed nothing at all.

You curled into him on instinct.

Your cheek rested against his shoulder. Your breathing was still shaky.

Choso gently bounced you as he carried you toward the couch, humming under his breath without even realizing he was doing it.

“My sweet little love,” he murmured. “We’re going to get cozy.”

He settled onto the couch with you tucked securely against him, pulling the blanket over both of you before rubbing slow circles across your back.

“So warm. So safe.”

His nose brushed lightly through your hair.

“You don’t have to be brave right now.”

You made another tiny sound and instinctively nuzzled closer beneath his chin. His smile grew.

“That’s it. C’mere.”

He adjusted you until you were practically draped across his chest, one large hand resting protectively between your shoulders while the other gently rubbed your back in slow, steady passes.

Every few moments he would press a featherlight kiss against your temple or your hair, murmuring quiet praise between soft hums.

“Good job. You’re doing so well. My precious little thing.”

Bit by bit, the tension left your body. Your grip on his sweater loosened. Your breathing evened out.

Choso continued to hold you exactly the same, rocking ever so slightly as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

To him, it was.

The person he loved had come to him frightened. So he would hold you until the fear was gone.