Twisted Wonderland little space / regression oneshots <3

🐙Playing games🐍

((Hello friends!! I know it's been awhile, sorta fell out of my twst fixation due to some personal reasons, but I've finally picked it back up and it once again feels like something safe and comforting! So perhaps more chapters in the future!))

Cg's = Azul
Little = Jamil  (3-5 y/o!)

((Oh! Also note! This takes place not long after book 3! So spoilers if you haven't finished it! Enjoy!))

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Jamil's regression was an interesting topic. One he kept to himself. It was his personal time where he didn't have to worry about anyone but himself. Normally he didn't regress much. Maybe once a month if that. He never had time. But ever since his overblot? He's felt small. It had been about a week since that whole fiasco and he'd regressed twice on his own. But there that feeling was again.

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That feeling came again during his last period of the day. And it was dragging on. Little urges that he wanted to give into so bad. Small things like tapping his pencil or biting his lip to distract himself happened. Small simple habits to keep his regression at bay. Only someone who knew his small habits would be able to point out what he was doing and why. If he had it his way? He could simply avoid everyone then feel as small as he wanted when back at his dorm. Claim to be ill or something. And he was going to. Until Azul stopped him. Shoot. He knew. Jamil had completely forgot about him. Azul had helped him out a handful of times  and had used it against him ever since. Especially when he noticed habits like that. "Seemed like you were holding on for dear life in there. Must've been a long day, hm?" Azul spoke, walking next to Jamil, who was trying his best to seek uninterested. "Azul, please. Leave me be." He practically grumbled, keeping his gaze down. "Come on, let me at least walk you back to your dorm. Alright, little one?" Those were the magic words. You could see it on his face. God! He hated this feeling! Or at least... hated this feeling when out in public. The boy gave him a slight nod and that was good enough for Azul.

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The octavinelle student did as he promised, walking back to the littles dorm room and keeping things on the down low. Once they were in, Jamil was quick to plop right down on his bed and bury his face in his pillow. "My my... you've already got some of your little items out. Its been a long week since that overblot of yours, hasn't it?" Azul spoke, referring to the stuffed animal on the bed and sippy cup sitting on his bedside table. And Jamil just gave a lil "mhm" in response. "Will you be alright on your own or would you like me to stay?" That question made the regressor sit up. He rubbed his eyes before giving Azul a small whine. "Zuzu Stay..." the nickname slipped out almost immediately, but this is what he needed. He needed someone to look after him. Looking after everyone else and then himself was too much work. He was done with it. "Of course then. I'll go get you some juice and snacks, and you get yourself comfortable."

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Once again, Azul fulfilled his promise. And Jamil had gotten himself into more comfortable clothes. And he was definitely a more happy camper with his sippy cup. "Games! Wan play games."  He beamed, he had a few setting out on the bed already. And he was clearly feeling a bit better. This of course earned a chuckle from the older. "As you wish, lovebug. We can play whichever you'd like." When Azul played with Jamil while regressed, he used the others own tactic. Making a slight competition, yet always managing to let Jamil win while still feeling challenged. "I winned again!" He beamed and giggled. That precious smile was one Azul couldn't get enough of. "You did! You're just too good at these games! I simply can't keep up!" The brunette squealed another giggle. "I like winnin. Much better than loosing all the time."  He loved playing games with Azul for this reason. Never being allowed to win at anything growing up was frustrating. But this? This was a good change. One that he needed. "Can we play another one, Zuzu?" He asked, tilting his head to the side like a small puppy. "I think zuzu is all board gamed out. Plus... it's getting late. I think my little winner should get all cozied up and ready for bed."  Jamil huffed. Furrowing his brow before letting out a small grumble "fineeeee.." he said, yet complying and situating himself as Azul put their last game away. "Can I haves a story at least tho?.." "of course you can little one. Zuzu is more than prepared with bedtime stories."