BNHA Littlespace Stories

👑MomoRoki❄🔥

How Momo benefits being Shouto's caregiver.

Momo was aware of her insecurities, being a hero was certainly a challenge, but she was willing to take it on. And with being Shouto's caregiver halfway through the year, she certainly had more confidence than before. Yet, she had her moments and had her doubts. But Shouto was always there to remind her she was doing a good job.

Right now they were in the dorms, everyone was out on a shopping trip and most likely wouldn't be back for hours. Shouto tossed his dad's credit card at one if their classmates and told them to buy whatever and she knew someone would take full advantage of that. She didn't mind though, it gave Shouto the perfect time to indulge in his headspace without much anxiety.

"Moma..." Shouto sleepily murmured, nuzzling his cheek into Momo's lap, peeking an eye open to look up at her.

When they first started their relationship, Momo learned Shouto didn't quite say others names properly while in littlespace. It took getting used to but now it felt almost weird to hear Shouto call her 'Momo' instead of 'Moma'.

"Yes, honey?"

Shouto wiggled around until he was upright. His hands were kneading against Momo's thighs now like a cat. "Baba?"

"Oh, you want your bottle sweetheart?"

She received a small nod in return. "Ok, let me go make you one." She got up and was about to leave only to feel a hand gently grab her arm. "Wait fo' me."

Momo smiled, "of course sweetie. Come here." She opened her arms up and Shouto jumped into her arms. Making her stumble the slightest bit. "Woah."

Her hands clasped together just under his bottom to keep him on her hip. The little hugging her tightly, muttering. "Sorry moma."

Momo soothed, "that's alright, baby. Now let's see..." she made her way to the kitchen, carefully with the grown little in her arms. And while she was delighted to hold him like this, she still acknowledged that her little was quite a few pounds worth of solid muscle.

She hoisted him on the kitchen counter. The back of his frilly socked feet thumping against the cupboards below. Going towards the fridge, she felt Shouto's arms slide off her but his hand finding hers, clinging to it with everything he had. It was no biggie though, Momo could still easily reach the fridge and pull out the premade milk bottle.

She moved back to Shouto who happened to be sitting next to the microwave and put the bottle in and adjusting the time, starting it.

Shouto had slowly started to cling to Momo again, not that she minded. It was cute. Even in his headspace, he was respectful, being careful where he put his hands and shyly ducking his head into her shoulder, so as not to make eye contact awkward. He even slightly purred when she rubbed his back.

Shouto's regression age was quite young, usually in a range of 0-3. So while taking care of him required a bit more attention, it was never exhausting. Most of the time he just liked to cuddle and nap with a bottle between his lips.

The microwave dinged and Momo wound her arms around Shouto and reached for the microwave, grabbing the bottle and testing it before handing it to her little.

Shouto absentmindedly grabbed it and popped the nipple into his mouth, already guzzling it down.

"Now let's go have a little nap, okay honey?"

Shouto nodded into her shoulder, the sound of his sucking on his bottle slowing down. She carried him to her room since Shouto was in love with her soft bed. She made sure he was comfortable (taking his frilly but itchy socks off), gently detaching the encased limbs around her and situating him properly with his baby blue littlespace blanket. He cuddled into it but reached out a hand to grab Momo's shirt.