A/N: littlespace is a coping mechanism (for things like childhood trauma, lack of childhood, and stress) in which an adult regresses into a carefree, responsibilty-free state of mind; a child or baby (which is referred to as babyspace) mindset. they are referred to as littles. in this imagine, you are an underage little, meaning you are below the legal age of adulthood, but still a little. your age range is 1-5.
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TRIGGER(?) WARNING: [ i'm not exactly sure if reading abt little space or simply seeing the words can cause someone to slip, but just in case, here's that warning. ]
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The first thing you were greeted with was a horrible headache. Skull-splitting, in your opinion. And that headache was accompanied by congestion and the feeling of being both hot and cold at the same time. You were sweating, yet you were damn near trembling from how cold you felt, which was quite contradictory. You're the member of the group that gets sick the easiest and the most often, so this was no surprise, but that didn't make you feel better. And on top of that, this is the worst you've ever felt.
And one thing that definitely didn't make the situation any easier for you is that you woke up in headspace.
You're a little. The girls don't know, however, because whenever you slip, you do so in the comfort of your room. With you being the maknae, way back when you were choosing rooms, you were allowed to choose first. You chose the single room, so you could be yourself freely. There are times where you find yourself upset that you have no one to take care of you, and you can't venture out of your room while you're little, but most of the time, you occupy yourself with your toys, a coloring book, or cartoons. And it's even harder for you whenever you and the girls film a Leniverse episode or whatnot that involves toys, because then you really feel an urge to slip and let loose. But you can't. You're too scared to tell anyone, due to an unfortunate incident in the past. Let's just say that who you are caused you to be outcast by the very same people who are supposed to love you no matter what.
Anyway, you groaned quietly and placed your hands on your head. The pain was unbearable to you, even more so since you're little at the moment. And both big and little you hate being sick. So, to no surprise, tears easily brimmed your eyes.
"Ouchie," you whispered as you sat up slowly. You most definitely didn't want to do anything today.
But the day had different plans. Right after sitting up, Sakura barged into the room. The sudden sound startled you, and you badly wanted to cry, but even when you're little, you're still very aware and adamant about not letting any of the girls know.
"U-Unnie,"
Sakura smiled gently. "Good morning, peach. It's time to go! All of us slept in a little bit, so hurry up and get ready, we're picking up breakfast on the way to the studio. We have dance practice in twenty. Chop chop."
