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A/n: 1. I don't know how to work tumblr. Help! 2. This is for @meow-dazai (since them posting a stuck babyzai to color in, was what lead to this one-shot) <3 3. This is the AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/82540766 4. See this as my prelude to the Agere Week in 3 months (@bsdagereweek20xx), come join the discord server if you're interested in the subject/project ^^

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5. This one-shot is taking place in a classificationAU with Dazai (classified little) and Chuuya (classified caregiver) living together

~Enjoyyy

It started with a sniffle, closely followed by a choked sob. Against his will, Dazai slipped deeper inside the can, gravity pulling him further down. He whimpered around the pacifier in his mouth, when the way he was bend in half tilted from discomfort to actual pain.

Another sob escaped him, then came the first cry. Dazai didn't actually know how he had ended up butt first inside this empty can. It just had happened and now he was stuck with his arms trapped against the walls of the hollow container.

"U-wahh!" The wail that broke out of him was louder than his cry from before; more distressed, when the pain caused Dazai to involuntarily drop deeper into his headspace. His mind was starting to feel really fuzzy and it made the spreading ache throughout is folding body even less bearable.

"U-uh-wah-!", Dazai screamed, despite the constricting position making it harder for him to breath the further he disappeared inside the can. Tears were streaming down his face, his pacifier threatening to fall out of his mouth with the next distressed wail, but somehow Dazai still held onto it.

He was so agitated in his regressed state that the baby didn't register his quickly approaching caregiver at first.

"Oh baby, what happened? Are you stuck?" Alerted by the obvious noises of distress, Chuuya had followed the wailing out onto their terrace to the trash can in which they usually stored old news papers, just to find the baby regressor stuck inside of it instead.

Dazai's feet with his favorite pink fishy-socks were dangling out to the side of the can while the rest of his folded body was disappearing inside the corpus of the mostly empty container. The colorful fish-clips in Dazai's hair were bobbing with every chocked sob in between the on going wailing and Chuuya quickly closed the remaining distance between them.

"Oh 'zai … How did you even … ?" Chuuya muttered, not expecting an answer, while he started freeing the screaming baby. Most of the time Dazai didn't even know what he was doing outside of his headspace, so there was very little chance he would now, fully regressed.

"U-Uhhw-aah!", Dazai wailed, the pacifier finally falling out of his mouth, but the orange clip on his light blue shirt thankfully avoided it from getting lost during the rescue.

"Shh baby, I know … Come here …" Chuuya immediately picked him up the moment Dazai was free, rocking the distressed baby inside his arms.

Dazai cried and screamed, still struggling for air, while he was shoving his fingers into his mouth in an instinctual attempt to calm himself down.

"Shh … don't cry … I'm here …", Chuuya tried to sooth him, continuing to rock the wailing baby inside his secure hold "… I got you baby … Are you hurt?"

Dazai just cried, tears and snot dripping from his face. His free hand had found Chuuya's gray vest, clinging to the fabric like his life was depending on it. Dazai's body was shaking with every wet sob and Chuuya quickly noticed how depended the little was on his hold to seemingly not tip over backwards.

Had Dazai dropped below his usual regression age due to the stressful event? That would explain why Chuuya hadn't gotten even the slightest reaction to his question just now. Normally Dazai would at least give hints were his discomfort might be coming from, but right now he was just screaming around his wet fingers.

Chuuya instinctively shifted his posture, cradling the baby's heavy head to secure it against his shoulder. Dazai's headspace couldn't be older than a couple of months right now, if he was even struggling to keep his own head up …

"Sh sh sh …", the caregiver continued his attempts to sooth him, rocking Dazai gently on the spot, while he was leaning the crying baby further against himself to keep Dazai save inside his arms.

Chuuya would have also liked to rub his back in soothing circles - where the caretaker suspected soreness and lingering pain from the recent incident - but with him needing to secure Dazai's head separately on top of holding him, Chuuya simply had run out of hands. It was time for a switch in locations.

"Let's get back inside, baby … This was enough outside adventure time for today I think …", Chuuya decided. Dazai just continued crying in his hold, drool dripping out of his open mouth. It mixed with the tears and snot on the caregiver's vest, and even when Chuuya noticed how harshly Dazai was going at his fingers in between choked sobs it would all have to wait until the caregiver would have a free hand.

The baby was still furiously crying after Chuuya had taken a seat on their couch and it escalated the moment he removed Dazai's tormented fingers from his mouth. "Shhh 'zai … it's okay", Chuuya soothed, already pulling on the clip of the pacifier. "… I got your pacy right here."

Dazai's wailing had turned into deafening screeching now - only interrupted by occasional gasps for air - and not even the pacifier could do something about it, since the soother fell right out of the baby's ripped open mouth again.

"Baby, shhh … hey." Concern was mixing into Chuuya's gentle voice, when he tried again but with the same result. It was unusual for Dazai to rejected his pacifier, especially when upset.

Was Chuuya missing something here? Had the little actually hurt himself during the incident? Dazai couldn't have been stuck in that trash can longer than a minute, Chuuya had went after him the moment he had heard him crying.

"Are you hurt, baby?", Chuuya asked again, not expecting an actual answer from the still screeching baby regressor though. Should he undress Dazai and take a closer look? But before the caregiver could do that the baby gave a choked cough and started retching.

"Sh sh sh, 'zai … 'zai breathe …" Chuuya instinctively reached for a burp cloth nearby, avoiding a gush of spit and snot from drenching his clothing at the last second. "You have to calm down baby … you're making yourself sick …"

He gave Dazai's upper back a couple of gentle pats, while the baby was coughing in between more crying. "Shhh … it's okay 'zai … I got you …" With the cloth in his other hand Chuuya wiped more tears and snot out of Dazai's face, before he tried to put the pacifier back inside the baby's mouth, holding it in place.

Patting between Dazai's shoulder blades turned into rubbing in calming circles over his spine and Chuuya was relieved to see that the little wasn't showing any signs of pain to the touch. Dazai was still crying, face red from all the screaming and his eyes were squinted shut, but at least the screeching had died down.

"Uh-uhh …", the little sobbed around the pacifier his caregiver was holding in place, visibly stressed and restless, still not really sucking on the soother.

"What is it baby?", Chuuya asked, after he was certain that Dazai wasn't actually injured. He reached for the baby's forehead - just to be sure - finding it only a bit warm. Probably from screaming bloody murder for the past five to seven minutes. "Are we just a bit of a fuzzy baby today?"

Dazai gave an upset whine, more or less proving Chuuya's point before the noise turned into a mixture of a distressed cry and a miserable wail.

"Shhh 'zai … What's wrong?" Chuuya nudged the pacifier against the inside of Dazai's cheek, hoping for him to finally close his mouth around the soother, but it had the opposite effect when the baby seemingly tried to move away.

"Why don't you want to take your pacy, baby?", the caregiver questioned, placing the soother next to Dazai's head on his chest, while Chuuya continued stroking the baby's shaking back in calming circles.

There was no answer, just whimpering and crying, while Dazai was squirming uncoordinated and restless on his caregiver's chest. His head was bobbing with the movement and Chuuya made sure to keep it secure with one hand.

"Sh sh sh …", Chuuya leaned in, whispering more soothing words into the baby's soft hair, while he started rocking Dazai inside his lap. The caregiver reached for a blanket nearby and wrapped it around them, hoping the combination of proximity and warmth would help the fuzzy baby to finally calm down, but Dazai stayed restless inside the created cocoon.

He cried and sobbed, soaking through the cloth Chuuya had placed on top of his chest, while the upset baby was struggling to breathe. "Oh baby …" The caregiver went back to gently patting his back when Dazai started coughing again.

It was rare for the baby regressor to drop deep enough in age to lose all ability to clearly express his needs … Chuuya would need a bit more time to adjust and figure them all out for him it seemed …

"Sh sh sh, 'zai … I got you, baby …", the caregiver hummed over the baby's helpless cries, nuzzling into Dazai's hair to place a series of soothing kisses on his scalp. "Shhh …"

He took the burp cloth and used its last dry corner to wipe over Dazai's sticky and wet face again. The baby gave a discontent whine, followed by a miserable sob and Chuuya sighed. His vest and shirt beneath were beyond saving anyways … Why was he even bothering?

After he was done, the caregiver decide to just toss the soaked cloth on the floor, looking for something else he could use to get Dazai's running nose further under control, but then Chuuya noticed the baby's mouth starting to search over his damp clothes.

"Your pacy is-", he quickly reached for the pacifier which was still lying next to Dazai, but Chuuya was interrupted by a muffled whimper, when the baby lodged onto his damp vest instead.

"Mhn-ghhn", Dazai whined upset, sucking harshly on the fabric, but not getting to what lay underneath.

"Oh, are you hungry baby?" Chuuya quickly caught on to the obvious sign, earning a long distressed whine in response. "Do you want your bottle, 'zai?" Chuuya pushed himself off the backrest of the couch, while he was holding the baby's head secure against his chest.

A bottle was a great idea actually. Hopefully nursing on it would bring the usual calming effect and allow Dazai to finally settle down … For a moment Chuuya thought about putting Dazai down on the carpet to be able to move around better in the kitchen, but one look into the baby's crumpled up face the second he tried to part from Dazai caused the caregiver to instantly decide against it.

The blanket seemed to have advanced into a necessity over the past five minutes as well, because Chuuya received about the same reaction when he tried to loosen the cocoon around Dazai. So the caregiver ended up making his way into the kitchen, both hands mostly occupied with carrying a bundled up and still pretty fuzzy baby, who was unhappily suckling on his clothes.

~~~

"There we go …", Chuuya hummed, sinking deeper against the back rest. He had sat back down on the couch, Dazai now lying over his lap with the baby's head cradled inside the crook of Chuuya's right arm.

"Ng-hnn", the regressor hiccuped, squirming impatiently inside the blanket when Chuuya wasn't working fast enough. His bottle was right there … Dazai just had to- His red face crumpled up once more when the cocoon seemed to hold his uncoordinated arms captive. "U-Uhwaaa!"

"Sh sh sh, 'zai … 'zai shhh" Chuuya instinctively started rocking him again, bringing the bottle to the baby's mouth. "… I got it right here, baby." He tried to make the wailing regressor aware by nudging the nipple against the roof of his mouth, but it took another moment until Dazai registered in his upset state. "… I know … you're hungry. It's right here 'zai."

Finally Dazai's lips closed around the bottle and he started drinking. One more time he tried to instinctively reach for it, but soon the effort subsided inside the cocoon and the baby locked in on the warm meal.

"Good … relax, baby. I'll hold it for you … ", Chuuya cooed, while Dazai was drinking greedily, only giving a few more displeased grunts when his stuffed nose forced him to take a short break to breathe through his mouth.

Stabilizing the bottle with his chin and right hand, Chuuya reached for the fresh burp cloth he had remembered to bring from the kitchen and wiped over Dazai's sticky face again.

"Mh-ngh-mh", the busy little hiccuped and sniffled around the nipple in his mouth, while his breathing needed another moment to come down from the extreme fit he had being throwing for the past twenty minutes.

"It's okay, baby … just drink …", Chuuya assured him. The caregiver continued gently rocking Dazai inside his lap, relieved to finally see some of the tension starting to bleed out of him.

The last stray tears spilled when Dazai's squinted eyes opened and Chuuya was quick to gently wipe those away as well. "There you are, baby", the caregiver smiled, but Dazai only had eyes for the bottle, going a bit cross-eyed while he was staring up at it.

Chuuya hummed in understanding, leaving the baby to it and he made sure Dazai's head was elevated enough to continue drinking comfortably.

It took about half of the bottle and Dazai feeling the warm milk spreading nicely inside his belly, for him to start slowing down. He was still sniffling, but the little's nose had started clearing up, making it easier for him to breathe again.

Chuuya watched his eyes growing heavy before they slipped shut again, the baby's suckling the only noise filling the room around them.

"That's right, relaxed …" Chuuya hummed, leaning in to press a soft kiss on Dazai's forehead, while the little was drinking the last sips. "… you must be so exhausted, baby …"

It took a bit of coaxing to get Dazai to let go of the nipple when he was done, but Chuuya eventually managed, avoiding the sleepy baby from swallowing too much air.

"Uhm-nghn …", the half asleep little protested quietly when he was moved, but soon settled back down against his caregiver's shoulder.

"I know …", Chuuya hushed, one hand holding the baby's heavy head at all times. Patting Dazai's back and rocking him against his shoulder, it didn't take long for an audible burp to work its way up.

"Good burp, baby", Chuuya praised. The cloth - he had placed beneath the baby beforehand - soaked up a mouth full of milk that had come up as well. Then Chuuya used the fabric to clean the rest off of Dazai's face.

"Hmm-nhhg …", Dazai sighed, his lips creating a quiet smacking noise when they subconsciously started searching again.

"Here 'zai", Chuuya hummed, relief showing in his body language when the baby finally accepted the pacifier again.

More content noises spilled from Dazai's lips when his pacy melted into his mouth and he lazily started sucking on it.

"I think it's time for a nap, baby", Chuuya decided, chuckling quietly when he realized that Dazai had already dozed off against his shoulder. Well, someone had been tired it seemed … And Chuuya couldn't blame him, he was feeling drained himself after the past eventful 30 minutes. A nap was really sounding nice right now …

Dazai slightly shifted, smacking around his pacifier, before he settled down with a sigh again. Following his caregiver instinct, Chuuya's hand slipped under the blanket checking on the baby's diaper and finding it soggy.

"Are you wet, baby?", Chuuya pointed out his discovery, when Dazai shifted against the touch, giving half a mumble around his pacifier.

It was common for the little's body to fully relax and wet during bottle feeds. It had lead to a routine between caregiver and baby regressor to make sure Dazai always was dry before Chuuya would lie him down for a nap.

"Let's get you changed real quick", Chuuya announced, earning a quiet huff but nothing more when he moved with Dazai onto the carpet.

~~~

Despite Chuuya's worry that he might unwillingly wake him up again, Dazai slept through the whole diaper change and the caregiver relaxed. This was just showing how exhausted Dazai really was after what had happened.

"That's it 'zai … all done", Chuuya smiled before picking the sleeping baby up again.

"Mhm nmn …" Dazai mumbled around his pacifier, more content, muffled noises spilling from his mouth when he registered the proximity to his caregiver.

"Yes, time to get cosy", Chuuya hummed, lying down on the couch so Dazai was secured between the back rest and his own body.

"Hmm …", the baby sighed content, when Chuuya tucked them both in, adding more pleasant warmth to their proximity. One of Dazai's hands had found Chuuya's vest and his fingers closed around the fabric in his sleep.

"I'm here, baby", the caregiver assured, gently stroking through Dazai's hair, while he was keeping the baby's head secure against his chest. He leaned in to press some more soft kisses on the little's scalp, listening to Dazai's content smacking. "… I'm here."

To the noise of calm suckling, Chuuya eventually closed his eyes. His face partly remained buried inside Dazai's hair, minding his fishy-clips - to not accidentally pull on them - while he continued slowly stroking through the baby's soft hair.

The caregiver could feel the little trying to snuggle even closer, despite the fact that there was no space remaining between them and it brought a warm smile over his lips, before he dozed off himself. Such a silly baby … his silly baby.

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