BNHA Littlespace Stories

👑MomoRoki❄🔥part 2

More fluff'n'stuff, nothing specific. Requested ❤ (CW: diapers)

On a particularly little day, Shouto sat on the blanketed floor of his playpen with a few stuffies at his side.

He was disinterested. (ignoring and hurting his poor stuffies feelings) He was too busy pulling at the crew neck of the thick t-shirt he was wearing, becoming increasingly uncomfortable with each passing minute.

"Momma!!" The boy whined, turning to see his caregiver tidying the finger painting mess he made at her desk.

When Momo looked back at him, he was relieved to see she wasn't upset. She understood that it was his first time using finger paints and found it too icky and ended up making a mess trying to frantically get the paint off his hands. "Yes, baby boy?"

"Momma!" He repeated, "It's hot!" He tugged on his shirt again for emphasis, letting out loud fake whimpers.

'Moma' had turned to 'momma' very quickly when Shouto realized how safe Momo was to be with and helped him heal. Being able to call Momo 'momma' or 'mommy' was a huge step for him to cope with his conflicted feelings towards parental figures. And Momo sure didn't mind the new name either.

"Hmm, I guess we'll have to fix that won't we?" She inquired rhetorically. She wiped her fingers on the wet cloth she was cleaning with and walked over to his playpen.

Like it was his normal routine, Shouto lifted his arms above his head, making it easy for Momo to pull his shirt off. It left him happily babbling in just a diaper.

Momo smiled and tucked the shirt under her arm, completely seeing through Shouto's sneaky plan. Her little had impeccable control over regulating his body heat with his quirk. So she knew this was just an excuse to be (almost) naked.

It wasn't a big deal. When Shouto was really deep in little space, she was aware that he loved to feel different textures directly on his skin and not just touching with his hands.

She fondly watched him roll onto the different kinds of textured blankets she put in there before putting his shirt back into one of her drawers. Since she only managed to get him to wear it for no more than five minutes, she figured it was still relatively clean to re-wear another day.

"Momma?" He asked again when her back was turned.

She was quick to give him her attention, closing her drawer and making the few steps back to his playpen. Finding he had sat up again and was hugging his stuffie Elsa doll. "What do you need, little one?" She crouched down to his level.

"Baba?" He sheepishly asked, knowing full well he refused the bottle of milk earlier with a little tantrum following it.

He wasn't expecting to get it, waiting to be scolded only for his caregiver to give him a reassuring smile. "Of course, do you want strawberry or vanilla this time?"

Softly, he replied, "Strawberry pwease..."

"Okay," She stood back up. "I'll be right back, honey. Be a good boy."

"Otay." Shouto buried his face into his Elsa stuffie, hiding the melting blush he supported after hearing the term 'good boy'.

Momo left the room to go get him his drink as Shouto fell short at what to do.

Even though Momo told him to be good, it wasn't like he could be the opposite. He was stuck in his playpen, unable to get out by himself. He got a big owwie last time he tried to get out alone.

All he had to keep him busy while his caregiver was gone was his blankets, stuffies, and rattle and pacifier.

He reached for the pacifier, finding it to be one of the new ones he and Momo hadn't got to decorating yet. Right now it was just a smooth pastel pink. Shouto decided he wanted it to be kitty-themed. He ran his hands over the texture of the teat. It was silicone smooth with a bit of a spongy give. He would have put the pacifier in his mouth if his caregiver had not come back right then.