kris!!

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“nn..” you mumbled. practically babbling, you couldn’t wait for shoto to come back from his work study. you texted him nonstop about how much you missed him, the way your head felt fuzzy didn’t make you feel anxious about double— triple texting him.

you kicked your legs, bouncing back off the bed in your pajamas. you just couldn’t wait. slipping gently into a childlike state.

after what felt like forever, shoto was back. he entered the dorms as usual, tired physically and emotionally from the work he did. he yawned, grabbing a water bottle, sipping at it, and checking his phone. many missed calls from endeavor, sure, but many incoherent texts from you too.

he looked at the messages, utterly lost at the meanings. figuring he should see what you meant, trying to put together your rambles and textual babbles.

shoto stared at the words, walking to your dorm as he knocks at the door. his eyes soften as you open to him, taking in the sight.

you still wear your pjs, alongside fluffy bunny slippers, but you also have a small mess of fruit juices on your shirt. he tilts his head, confused by your demeanor before he’s hit with the realization that you’ve regressed.

“ar-“ he softens his voice, “are you feeling little, right now, buddy?..”

the question feels weird, nevertheless you nod. because you feel all soft and small. and his words feel big no matter how much he lowers his volume.

he frowns, but not because it saddens him— but he’s worried for the reason why you regressed.

shoto, after you told him about your age regression, did extreme research to help accommodate to you. suggesting to be your caregiver, and make you feel comfortable, safe.

he provided regression gear, and did countless all nighters to research (and frankly overthink) about how to properly care for you. but actually being in a situation where he was going to be your caregiver—for the first time…—

it was clear he was nervous, you could see it in his eyes, the way his face went slightly pale and sweaty.

“oh.”

is all he lets out. and you feel yourself grow slightly, his anxiety makes yourself anxious.

he’s quick to realizes this, and gently moves to hold you, “let me take care of you, baby..” is all he asks of you, and you feel yourself slip right back, his arms wrap around you making yourself feel smaller. you look up to his comforting awkward smile, and he looks down at the mess on your shirt again.

“mm.. make mess..” you mumbled, worried he was mad at you for making the mess— perhaps staining your shirt.

he shakes his head, “your little head doesn’t need to worry about that.” petting, and ruffling his own cool and warm fingers through your hair. it soothes you, and next thing you know he reaches for a tissue in his pocket, gently wiping at your shirt, a soaked spot.

“were you drinking something? it kinda smells of pineapple..” he asks, a hand still holding you like you were fragile.

you point at your nightstand, where two small juice boxes lay, and he gets the idea.

“ohh..” a sigh escapes him, delicately moving, bring you with him to the bed. “does baby wanna change their shirt? i cleaned most of it off anyway,”

you shake your head, squeezing your eyes slightly with the motion. “nuh uh.”

he smiles, “alright, we can stay like this…” his arms wrap right back around you, rocking you tenderly.

this fic was for seb: https://www.tumblr.com/shotoslxve

i hope you enjoyed it <3 i don’t often write cg shoto so i’m sorry if it felt a little ooc

· likes keeping you close to him. driving you into his side when he wants to feel your warmth against his harsh purpled skin. He'll take your hand in his own or brush your hair behind your ear while you're sleeping. He mostly feels alone so having a little one beside him that relies on him in ways opposite of the public he’s saved- that is like him in ways he can’t describe, similarly to Sky but untethered.

· whispers about what it’s like being shrouded in universal colors. the comforting things he’s seen told to you like fairytales before you go to bed.

· goes stargazing every so often with you. points to the thousands of constellations up in the sky and identifies them all for you.

· let’s you sit in his lap while you mess with his fingers. comparing them to your own. your natural curiosity is something he always indulges in.

· when it rains he likes to sit outside with you and just enjoy the sound- you bounce around in the wet grass before coming to sit in his lap and lean against his chest while he cards a hand through your wet hair

· when he’s meditating (and thus floating) he leaves you on the ground- you jump to get to him but fail. when he finally comes back down you run into his legs and try to get him to pick you up—to which he complies—a fond, loving expression on his face. you just pout.

· whenever you get up to something and he can’t parse out what you’re doing before you do it, he gives you this look of confused adoration that turns joyous when you produce the outcome. sometimes it’s a silly face or you dancing to imaginary music.

· calls you Nabi and vice versa- a meaningless little term of endearment from nowhere.

· sometimes accidentally cryptic. he goes about the space talking to what seems to be air and then he lays his eyes on you and realizes he’s frightened you. he cuddles you up to him and whispers into your ear how’s he’s sorry- that he had no intention of frightening you and that whatever he said wasn’t important. still, you ask questions- and he’s always amazed at your bluntness. he tries to articulate the answer the best he can but its difficult without his own extensive knowledge

· calls you little one all the time. If he wants to be extra sweet he’ll place a gentle finger on the soft of your jaw and trace it to your chin or tack on a “my” in front of it. You hate it sometimes because it feels like he’s making you smaller than you actually are with his all knowing, omnipotent shtick but once he starts teaching you things it’s much more than that.

· teaches you many things. the art of watching and waiting- patience, and finally, the arcane. shows it to you and allows for you to touch it- pulls you out before it can truly do any damage and holds you during your recovery. He wants to turn you- it’s the next step in evolution. but he can't, longing for a human connection that isn’t devouring one another for the purpose of a greater life understanding. He wants to know you through you- and finds your tantrums less tedious than before.

· won’t see you get hurt- is almost too gentle, too protective of you when it comes to playing with other kids and other people taking care of you- even if he is just another extension of him. he likes seeing you through his own eyes- not theirs.

· tells you about jayce- just not by name. this amazing man who wanted to help the world, just like he’s doing, who wanted to give people opportunities which would otherwise not be afforded to them because of their social standing. he describes him all the time with a fond look on his face.

· doesn’t play with you a lot, but likes putting stuff together with you. little prototypes of boats or trains that you cart around- distracted while he does the real work.

· likes reading while you do your own thing- maybe taking a nap, sitting together in silence with the steady sound of arcane power reverberating inside of him and through the space, or maybe with the steady rhythmic flip of book paper. maybe he hums.

· you try to get him to take naps with you. your constant pulling on his robe and never wavering stubbornness convinces him to lay down with you. he ends up dropping off before you do- in a space similar to where he is when he’s meditating. You touch his face while he’s sleeping, exploring his smile lines and deep purple bags underneath his eyes before kissing him on his cheek and falling asleep yourself.

· he’s very patient with you, even when you’re not so patient with yourself. he’ll gently take you by the wrists and hold them close to his heart so you won’t beat on yourself anymore. his eyes always hold so much emotion- as do yours (he comments on them regularly.) “how am i supposed to protect you from yourself?” he asks you one night, you’re head on his legs and the rest curled up underneath the blankets. you just shrug and bury your head into his calf, a show of kiddy frustration that just makes him sigh and run his hands through your hair.

· you’re always eager to help with his experiments. you don't have the most steady hand but you’re good when it comes down to it. he can ask you to crush up some herbs or pour a a pre measured ingredient into what he’s making. he always helps and he mostly does it so you feel included in whatever he’s doing.

· never any big lights in your spaces. always candles or glowing orbs in your space- maybe the whiteness of the arcane that engulfs the place in light, but it’s never so bright as to where you can’t sleep- Viktor makes sure of that

· likes hearing you laugh- he doesn’t ever do any strenuous activities but he can make finger puppets and tell you stories like never before