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Is it still self indulgent if it's written not for you but for someone you love and care about deeply who could really use some agere fics?
As he trudged along toward the bus, he quietly sighed in relief, knowing he was so close to being able to take a break.
Nekoma had been on their annual training camp, and first year Kenma Kozume was ready to go home and stay with only those he truly trusted. His teammates were okay, he guessed, and the other teams weren't particularly bad, bit it wasn't like he could be open around them. His anxiety stopped him from openly stimming, expressing his true emotions, regressing in front of people he knew so well. AKA, anyone that wasn't his parents or Kuro.
Speaking of, the older boy was walking next to him, elbow brushing against his boyfriend's every few steps, well aware that the faux-blond was losing his grip. He was always the first to encourage Kenma, to allow himself to be vulnerable around people, but now wasn't the time. Kenma had just been through his first training camp, a tough one too, and hadn't regressed or been really openly affectionate for the entirety of it. He doubted that Kenma could get through the whole bus ride without slipping, and that he was trusting him to be discrete and help him out, and that was his first priority. He'd never push the other out of his comfort zone when he was unwilling, especially when Kenma couldn't quite stop it himself.
They sat in the back row, away from everybody else as most of them sat in the front, with Kenma in the window seat and Tetsurou in the aisle to keep his currently-fragile boyfriend out of sights from anyone else. The younger rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder and stuck his thumb in his mouth, humming lightly and falling further and further into that fuzzy headspace. Tetsurou wrapped his arm around the other's thin waist, rocking them back and forth gently, and pulling out his phone. He called his parents, then the Kozumes, telling them that they were both going to the latter's house and that Kenma was in littlespace. Both their parents knew about the youngers age regression, and his parents were glad to have him over while they were home, and the Kuroos didn't much care. After he hung up he turned to Netflix as Kenma put his headphones over his ears and took the phone, looking for Care Bears and settling down happily, babbling softly every once in awhile.
Luckily, it was less than half an hour before they were in Nekoma's parking lot, so they waited for everyone else to get off before the rooster-haired boy took his boyfriend's elbow gently, leading him out into the parking lot. They carefully ignored conversation with everybody else, Kenma shrinking into the taller at the sight of people he didn't really know. They checked in with their coach and got into Tetsurou's car, Kenma in the passenger seat while the other ruffled through the glove compartment. He pulled out a small container, opening it and holding it out so that the blond could take the paci inside and pop it into his mouth. He turned the music up a bit so the smaller could rock to the beat of it, and drove to their neighborhood. After a few minutes, the smaller leaned his head onto the seat belt and began to doze off, tired after the action-packed week they'd had.
Once they'd pulled into the Kozume's driveway, Tetsurou got out and brought their bags to the entryway, leaving the little in the car while he got everything inside. He then went back out and opened the passenger door, unbuckling the barely awake Kenma and lifting him up to take him into the house. The younger wrapped his legs around the strong waist, and rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder, babbling lightly around the pale purple nuk in his mouth.
They went immediately up the stairs to the bathroom, and Tetsurou set the little on the counter to change him into pyjamas. He left and came back in wearing sweatpants and holding a fuzzy onesie. "Can you change by yourself, or do you want daddy's help?" Kenma reached out and made grabby hands at the taller male, who smiled and lifted his arms up slightly to take his shirt off. He then stood him up to take off his pants and slipped the onesie on, which the blond cuddled into as soon as it touched his skin. Tetsurou then sat him back on the counter, putting his hair up into a half ponytail and taking out the paci from between the smaller's lips.
"Sh, you don't need to whine, we just gotta brush your teeth. After that we can go get some warm milk, does that sound nice?" Kenma, who usually was nonverbal when he regressed like this, lifted his hands to his shoulders and swept them out, in the sign for "angel." Angel milk was one of Kenma's favorite littlespace snacks, warm milk with a spoonful of sugar and a splash of vanilla extract. "Of course, Kiki." He quickly put toothpaste on the toothbrush and helped Kenma brush his teeth (actually, he did most of the work while the little tried to squirm away), finishing up and instructing the smaller to spit out the excess. He lifted him back up and placed him on his hip, going to his bedroom to grab the stuffed cottontail that was the blond's comfort object, and going downstairs to make the requested treat.
About halfway through the glass, Kenma's grip on the sippy cup began to loosen, head leaning into his daddy's shoulders and eyes beginning to droop shut. "Is it bedtime, lovely?" Usually resistant, the little nodded, showing just how exhausted he was. Tetsurou put the sippy into the fridge, handing the younger his paci and lifting him back onto his hip. He got to his room and set him down on his bed, turning on the projector as he passed so that a star display lit up the ceiling. He tucked Kenma in, but as he turned around a soft whine pierced the air and a hand grabbed his arm.
"You want me to stay and snuggle?" Kenma nodded. "Okay love, I just have to grab my phone, I left it downstairs, I'll be back in just a second." He ran down and got the small device from where he'd left it on the counter, rushing back up and plugging it in before slipping into the nest of blankets that were ever-present on the blond's bed. The little moved and set his head on his boyfriend's pec, breaths already evening out as he fell into an easy sleep. Tetsurou took a moment to appreciate the serene look on his face, nuk bobbing gently every once in awhile and hair that wasn't tied up resting around his head like a golden halo. He leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead, wrapping his strong arms around the smaller and falling into sleep himself.
[A/N: I should stop writing while half asleep just to meet deadlines I set for myself, that was atrocious. Anyways, I edited it! Actually I deleted almost the entire thing and rewrote it, but same difference. Angel milk is something my little and I drink quite a bit, and even me, who doesn't like milk at all really, will drink a whole cup of it, so I'd definitely recommend!]
