BNHA Littlespace Stories

🎧Jiro👑Momo💋Tsu🐸

Momo is insecure about her stature when it comes to her relationships, but Jirou and Tsu don't mind at all and make her feel better. Requested ❤️

Momo sat on her large fluffy bed, giggling to herself. She was currently playing with her princess dolls and watching Tangled.

Her attire was her big kid clothes, which she didn't like at all, but she didn't have many little clothes to begin with, and they were all in the wash.

She realized she could just make an outfit herself and grinned. She hopped off the bed, discarding her dolls that were at the 'spa'. And started visualizing what she wanted it to look like.

First, it was going to be a purple onesie with cartoon castles and wands. She didn't want a onesie that covered her feet in case she slipped and would prefer it with shorts as bottoms and long floppy sleeves.

When she figured out how she wanted it to look, she finally started making it. It easily fell into her arms, and she squealed, excitedly put it on.

It was snug below the waist, something she liked, so she was happy with that. The sleeves went just past her fingertips. She could easily roll them up if she wanted to. The zip up in the middle made it easy for her to have it off one shoulder if it was hot.

Overall, the feel of it was great. She felt little in it. She wanted to see how it looked on her and headed to the mirror.

Her smile faded when she stepped in front of her full-length mirror.

She looked... sexy...

That wasn't necessarily bad... but it didn't make her feel good at all.

The whole point of her regression was to feel little. Her childhood was cut short when her relatives started to sexualize her in response to her physically maturing early.

She can't remember how young she was when she heard male relatives say "shes gonna be a looker when she grows up." Or "better buy a gun, daddy. gotta protect her from the creeps soon."

Those comments made her cover up and try to look the least amount of appealing all the time.

When she came to UA, Midnight had helped her use the sexual appeal to her advantage. But even so, she felt that her appearances were all she was good for.

It wasn't a nice feeling. Hence, her little space.

When she learned about agere she confided with one of her friends.

Immediately, he suggested it was some kink. "Infantilism-" he called it,

"...Disgusting."

Momo shuddered. She never willingly told anyone else after that. All people could really think about around her was something sexual.

She hated her body, and she hated how people sexualized her for just existing.

Disheartened, she was about to slip out of her clothes with tears in her eyes when someone knocked. "Momo? Are you there?"

It's was Jirou's voice. Momo relaxed, Jirou knew of Momo's age regression entirely by accident, walking into her room, forgetting to knock and seeing Momo in little space.

But thankfully, Jirou never acted like her former friends.

"Hey, Momo-" Jirou walked in and paused, taking a millisecond to glance at Momo's outfit, switching to a more soft, caring tone. "Hey honey, whatcha doing?"

Momo turned away, going to grab her blanket to cover her figure. "Nothing... just playing dollies."

"Well, Tsu is outside, and I know she'd love to play dollies with you."

At the mention of her name, Tsu popped her head through the doorway. Her hair in two braids curled into buns on the top sides of her head. She smiled and waved at Momo, her tongue slipping out. It was cute sight.

Tsu had the ability to be cute, unlike herself.

But despite having an insecure moment less than a second ago, Momo couldn't help but slip at the thought of playing dollies with Tsu. "Otay!"

Tsu bounced in, and they all settled on the bed. Jirou got to work with making Momo's hair match Tsu's.

Their dollies went to the spa, then to the mall. They went to a fashion show, but Momo and Tsu fought over the doll clothes, so it was short-lived.

After Jirou broke it up, and both girls forgave each other with a hug, they moved onto coloring in comfortable silence.

"I see you have a new outfit." Jirou said.

At the mention, Momo's hands flew to the drooping collar, remembering what she looked like. "No! I don't really like it, so I'm going to give it away..."

"What's wrong with it? I think it's cute."

"Not on me, though." She whispered.

"It wouldn't be cute if it wasn't on you." Jirou said, playing with a stray lock of her sleek dark hair. "You are the cutest little girl, Momo."

The little felt her heart, and face grow warm.

"What about me?" Tsu, who felt left out, whined.

Jirou responded with no doubt in mind, going to tickle under the other little's chin, "You are the cutest little froggy dear."

Tsu giggled, accepting that answer.

Momo looked between her friends, heart brimming. For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn't feel like she had to hide.

She clutched the fabric of her self-made onesie, her voice small. "You really think it's cute?"

Jirou nodded. "I think you're cute. The outfit just matches."

Tsu crawled closer and poked Momo's tummy gently. "Issh pwetty, like a pwincess!" she giggled, then held out her favorite crayon. "You c'n has my sparkly pink if you wants. It match yer jammies!"

Momo blinked fast, overwhelmed by the gentle affection. She accepted the crayon like a gift of gold, voice trembling. "thank you, Tsu..."

Jirou pulled them both into a cozy side-hug. "See? You're perfect just the way you are, littles and all."

Momo sighed softly, pressing her face into Jirou's side. "Can we all wear matchin' onesies next time?"

"Yesh!" Tsu squeaked. "And eat gummies, and watch da pony show!"

"It's a date," Jirou chuckled.

As the room filled with soft giggles and the sound of crayon scribbles, Momo finally felt what she'd always longed for-safe, seen, and little, surrounded by love.

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The requester gave me the option to either do BakuTodoDeku or JiroMomoTsu, but I realized I really wanted to write both trios, so I made this one too.

I'm slowly working through my drafts from last year and the year before. Writers block is killer lolol.