𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙖 - 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

chew - todomomo

momo considered herself a pretty good caregiver.

she knew how to keep things under control when it came to littles, more specifically her own little, shoto todoroki.

some days, though, things were more out of her control.

days like today, where the boy with a headspace age of typically 0-2 regressed closer to 1 and all he wanted was to chew.

on everything.

usually on things other than his designated chew items, like his teethers.

rather, he went for his hands, toys, cups, and momo's shirt, for some reason.

momo had tried to sit down with the boy on the couch to watch cartoons in an attempt to distract him from his manic chewing.

he stayed out and was mesmerized by the screen for about three minutes before subtly looking for something to gnaw on.

the tv remote.

as momo focused on the tv, he slipped an arm over and grabbed the remote, promptly putting the top of it into his mouth and—

"ah ah. none of that."

momo tsked, gently removing the remote from his grasp.

shoto was growing unhappier by the second. why wouldn't mama let him chew on anything?!

he promptly teared up, hiccuping softly as tears threatened to spill out of his eyes.

momo frowned as the boy started to cry softly, swiftly scooping him up before those soft tears turned into a full blown tantrum.

it was still morning time, so she took the heterochromatic boy upstairs to his nursery area.

shoto was getting impatient. he didn't like not having what he wanted!

his cries soon escalated into wails and frustrated kicks in the arms of his caregiver.

momo sighed, laying him on the changing table and changing his overnight diaper and dressing him into a onesie.

after she was done, she picked the hysterical boy up and started searching around for something for him to chew on.

she found a wooden teether, a silicone teether, and one of his toys that would be safe to chew.

by the time she had found all of this, she has sat down in the rocking chair they had in the nursery and looked down at the boy.

he was chewing on the sleeve of her t-shirt, old tears stained to his cheeks and snot on his face from his tantrum.

momo sighed, gently trying to ease her sleeve out of his mouth and encouraging one of his teethers.

she was promptly met with a loud and frustrated whine as the boy turned his head the other way in resentment.

she frowned, attempting to do it again and was met with a louder whine.

eventually, she gave up and let the boy gnaw on her shirt.

if it was making him stay content, then she honestly didn't care. she could wash it later.

A/N:
heyyyy im back from the dead for a sec :') sorry ive been disappearing i've been so busy with work and school. but here's an old draft! hope u enjoy, love u guys!! also thank you for 70K READS??????? even when i hasn't uploaded???? you're all great thank u ily mwah

p.s. this was also kinda self indulgent i adore baby space todoroki and todomomo 🥺

xoxo, nat