((+Little Bokuto, CG Akaashi and babysitter Yaku))
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Kuroo was crying loud and hard, so hard that their face was beet red, occasionally stuttering to gasp for breath.
So far all attempts to calm them down had failed.
Kitty had done minimal help, quickly being tossed back at Kenma.
Their weighted blanket hadn’t helped at all, the little almost biting Akaashi on the arm when he tried to place it on their shoulders.
Yaku had had no luck either, swiftly getting kicked in the leg when he had shuffled closer.
Bokuto was huddled up in the corner, upset at his inability to calm down his regressor sibling.
Nothing had worked.
The pain in Kuroos eyes had Kenma reeling. Surly there was something they could do. He couldn’t just leave them in here.
“Kuroo, sweetheart, we can’t help you if we don’t know what’s wrong?” The little in front of him only started to cry harder, clearly also upset by the communication barrier.
“Kenma. We’re out of options. Can you think of anyone else that might be able to help?” Yaku was still rubbing his shin from his place on the floor.
“The only person I can think of his their little brother, but that runs the risk of also triggering him, and if he’s alone then we have another issue on our hands.”
A gaspy sob echoed around the room again, Kuroos fingers digging into their knees as they rocked back and forward.
With a heavy sigh, Kenma pulled out his phone, thumbing in Kagami’s number and hitting dial.
“What’s wrong?” Ah yep, he knew Kenma only ever called if something was wrong.
“Are you with someone you consider safe?”
“Is that Tetsu crying? Are they ok? What happened?”
“Kuroo slipped and started crying, they can’t tell us what’s wrong but we’ve tried everything.”
“Is their eye covered?”
The three caregivers looked up. Low and behold, Kuroos fringe was askew, exposing their scars and blind eye.
“You’re a life saver Kagami!”
Kenma tried to make himself smaller, crawling over to sit beside his little.
“Oh my baby. Is it you’re fringe?” Carefully his fingers pushed the long black hair over, covering their right eye in the process.
The crying quietened, slowing down to a sniffle almost instantly.
“They must be really little if they couldn’t fix it them self.”
Kuroo just whimpered quietly, making grabby hands at where Kitty had landed on the floor.
Akaashi picked her up, placing her in their grasp, the little curling around them before bringing their thumb up the their lips, still sniffling.
“You must be really tired after all that. Do you want to take a nap my baby?” Kenma cooed, bringing them down to rest against his lap.
Kuroo gave no visible response, probably not even registering the words spoken to them given how low their headspace could slip.
“BoBo?” Akaashi called to his little. “Do you wanna come over and help keep Kuroo safe? They are just a baby right now and they might need their big brother?”
The grey haired regressor perked up, toddling over to crouch in front of his sibling.
“Ku baby?”
“Ku is baby.” Kenma nodded, patting the floor beside him and Kuroo.
“Ohhh.” Bokuto hummed as he curled up on the other side of his sibling, covering their body as much as possible. “Oo safe Ku. BoBo keep safe.”
bokuto is the “gets into trouble and can’t be left alone” little, kuroo is the “i know they shouldn’t do that because it could cause harm but i’m going to encourage them to do it because it’s funny” older brother, and kenma and akaashi are the “oh my god the two of you are going to drive us fucking nuts!” caregivers.
The house is oddly quiet, too quiet for Akaashi’s liking. He enjoy the silence more that not, but being around Bokuto it’s harder to come by. Expect in this current moment where Akaashi can’t even hear hooting or whispers of plans to steal more cookies.
The rain had stopped an hour ago, and that led to Bokuto announcing that he’s a big boy and doesn’t need Akaashi comfort anymore. So without much resistance, just forehead kiss, Keiji allowed his little to slip through his arms and adventure through the house with Swoop.
But for the last ten minutes it’s been eerily quiet to the point that some anxious thoughts are popping up into the caregiver’s mind. Perhaps he should just make sure Kou is okay.
He doesn’t call for Koutarou, that always makes the little a tiny bit distraught. Instead he searching through the house first. The play room with a baby gate is empty. There is only a few toys scattered in the room which is cleaner than normal. Akaashi checks the bedroom next. It would be weird for little Bokuto to take a nap in his big bed, but not unheard of. Again that room is empty.
The bathroom is the last room to search, but it comes up owl-less as well. Worries and intense thoughts are scurrying through Keiji’s brain. Where could Koutarou be?
In Bokuto’s adult headspace he gets lost a lot, but it’s different right now, and little Koutarou is not in the house.
Before allowing himself to turn his hairs grey from stress he realizes there is once last place he hasn’t checked, the backyard.
Keiji is not alright with Kou going outside without permission when he’s tiny. There is a lot of risk factors that the owl doesn’t realize. For example eating dirt, scrapping his knees, and falling down to a point he’s hurt himself and now in tears, these have all happened.
Ripping open the sidling door Akaashi finds his regressor dipping Swoop, his owl stuffie, into a small puddle of dirty mud water. Her white stomach is turning into a gross brown. Keiji hope that he can wash that out.
“Bokuto, please come back inside,” the raven calls out letting a sigh of relief fall through his body. Now he has to lecture Kou and wash Swoop.
