Denki sat on the floor near their bed, fidgeting with the paci in their mouth.
“Hi Denki, hi baby how old are you right now?” Kiri cooed as he slipped into the room, Shinsou having retrieved him from the common room.
Denki blinked at him for a second before holding up two fingers, quickly making grabby hands at their caregiver.
“You’re two? Oh what a clever little muffin we have here huh?” The red head gasped as he stepped closer. “You want uppies? Ok honey bunny but I need to put your mittens on first, ok? Other wise you might zap uncle Kiri by accident.”
Denki just continued to demand being picked up, only ceasing their grabby hands when Kirishima carefully slipped on their pair of pikachu mittens.
“Ok sweetheart, up we get!” Kiri picked up his little with ease, Denkis shorter stature aiding greatly.
Not that that would have stopped Kirishima, it just meant he would have had to up his work out routine.
“What does my little bunny bub wanna do? Do they want a story time? Or a bottle?” Kiri swung his little from side to side gently, the blond slumping against his shoulder. “Or does bubba just wanna be held for a bit?”
A sleepy nod rubbed against the red heads shoulder, Kiri chuckling softly.
“My little pikachu.” He hummed. “I’ve got you little one.”
Oikawa had been more than a little surprised to see Suga stick his head in his bedroom door.
“Ushijima’s little, he’s throwing a fit about something. I wish I could help but I’m going to have a meltdown if I don’t go somewhere quiet right now.”
Oikawa blinked at him for a second before nodding.
“Go take care of yourself, I’ll check in after I settle Ushiwaka.” He hummed, the grey haired teen giving a sigh of relief as he turned and exited.
The scene Oikawa walked in on was not a pretty one.
“I want my mum! I want my muma!” The little sobbed, rocking back and forwards in his cross legged position. He was throwing his toys across the room, Moo and Highland landing somewhere need the door.
“Hey Toshi bub. Why are we all upset today?”
“I want my mum!” He repeated, hands in balled fists as he cried. “I want my muhum!”
Oikawas mouth formed a thin line. None of his littles ever really cried for their parents when they where upset. He didn’t really know how to fix this.
“Do you want a hug? Or do you not want to be touched right now?” Well first He should at least establish some boundaries. He was very relieved when Ushijima’s hands shot out in front in him, making grabby hands at his caregiver.
Cuddly littles where his favourite.
“Ok sweetheart.” He hummed softly sitting down on the side of the bed and pulling the little into his lap. “Do you wanna talk about why we are feeling upset?”
“I- I want my muma. I wish she wanted me. But she doesn’t even like me.” The sobbing returned ten fold, Oikawa gently squeezing him as he cried.
“Well I think she’s very silly because you are the bestest boy in the world! You’re strong and brave and smart.”
“She didn’t want me cause I’m not a real boy!” The little sobbed, fingers gripping into Oikawa’s shirt.
It made his heart hurt to see Ushijima this upset. He silently cursed the younger boy’s mother.
“You are a real boy Wakatoshi.” He mumbled into his littles hair, his voice a little deeper and more serious. “I know you are cause I’m holding you right now and I can feel you in my arms. That’s what makes you a real boy. Because you are real.”
Ushijima hiccuped, fingers scrabbling with Oikawas jacket for a tighter grip. The older smoother his hands across his littles back, trying to ground him.
“Shhh baby boy. That’s it. That’s my brave brave boy.” He hushed, Ushijima’s cries dissolving into little hiccups and whimpers.
His voice also quickly disappearing, he curled into his caregiver closer, whispering.
“Muma loves me?”
Oikawa had to pause for a second, brain rebooting. Was Ushijima referring to him?
The team watched them for a second before Suga stepped forward.
“Tobio? Are you little right now?” He asked softly.
The younger teen wanted to protest, say they were just a little off their game but their voice was already gone so silently they shook their head at him.
“Tobio. It’s not nice to lie to your big brother.” Daichi scolded lightly, taking his place next to Suga. “If you’re feeling little you need to tell us.”
They nodded, headspace slipping even younger by the second.
“Ok. I want you to go sit down near coach with Volley and you are going to take a nap. We can’t risk you getting hurt little one.” Daichi and Suga where guiding them over the wall by the door, where Volley was obediently waiting for his owner.
Suga was clearly trying to fight off his big brother headspace just a little longer, already a little protective as he turned to Daichi with authority.
“You go get their hoodie, stuffie and paci, I’ll wait with them.” He instructed, the captain nodding at him.
“Oh no, do we have a little Kages on our hands?” Ukai hummed with amusement.
Tobio nodded at him, blinking blearily up at the blond as their thumb found a way into their mouth.
“Baby Kages.” Suga corrected, his voice already sounding a little more childlike than before.
“My mistake.” Ukai chuckled lightly as Daichi returned.
“Arms up!” The captain cheered, Tobio raising their arms as their pride hoodie was pulled over them. It was large and soft, acting more as a wearable blanket than a hoodie.
Kyebear was being placed in their arms next before Suga popped their paci into their mouth.
“Ok Tobio, you take a rest and we’ll wake you when practice is over.” They nodded blankly at Daichi, leaning back against the wall to rest.
The two third years jogged back into the court, returning to their drills as Tobio silently cracked one eye open.
Ukai pretended he didn’t see it, continuing on with his coaching and making sure to keep Suga in task.
They all wanted them to nap, but if Tobio couldn’t practice, they at least wanted to watch.
He demorphed, his legs giving way beneath him immediately.
“Trip?!” Lucas and Katie where immediately at his side, looking for any signs of injury when he started to giggle.
“Oh! Hi bubba!” Katie squeaked excitedly, picking up the green haired alien.
“Hi Katie!” Trip smiled back, making grabby wavy hands at Lucas. “Hi Lu’as!”
“Hi little Trip, buddy you scared me.”
“No I is ok. Just small.” He hummed in response, starting to chew on his fingers.
“Well if we have a little Trip I think we should take a ‘little trip’ back to the clock tower!” Katie squealed, throwing her little up in the air before catching him and swinging him around.
“Circuit, get ready for a big afternoon. Trip got little after our fight.” Wes hummed into his com, the robotic bird giving an excited noise in response.
“Copy that. I’ll be sure put baby ranger protocols in place. Only Trip?” He chirped back.
“Only Trip.” Wes confirmed, only to get startled when Jen shouted from behind him.
“Katie! Stop throwing him so high you’re gonna drop him!” Jen called, the yellow ranger completely ignoring her and continuing to throw her little into the air.
Trip just squealed in excitement, calling for Lucas to watch how high he got.
“Suga sweetheart, what have you got there?” Oikawa asked softly, watching the regressor grip his toy bunny tightly.
“It’s mine!” He hissed, hiding it against his chest.
“I know darling I bought him for you.” Oikawa reached out to brush a few stray hairs out of his littles face. “I’m not going to take him away from you.”
Suga seemed to loosen up a little with the reminder, sticking his thumb in his mouth with non commital grunt.
“It’s name is Persy.”
“Wow, Persy is very colourful isn’t he.”
Suga twisted away from his caregiver again, causing Oikawa to sigh lightly.
“Suga, honey. I know you’re upset about what happened but it wasn’t your fault. Tobio gets upset sometimes and it’s nobody’s fault ok? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“But baby Tobio cried!”
“Yea I know. And that’s why Iwa-chan is taking care of them. You know you can trust Iwa-chan right?”
Suga gave another non commital grunt, clearly not truly believing Oikawa.
“Oh sweetheart. I know it’s hard. I know you want to take care of them. But you have to remember to take care of yourself too. I get it. Iwa-chan tells me off all the time.” Oikawa sighed as he sat cross legged on the floor beside his little. “Now bunny do you want some cuddles and a nap? You said before you didn’t sleep while last night.”
“Mm want baby Tobio to get betta!” Tears quickly spilled over as Suga wrapped his arms around Persy and wailed. “M a terrible big brother!”
“Oh bun. Hey come here.” Suga crawled into his caregivers lap, still sobbing as Oikawa pulled him into his chest. “It’s ok. Have a big cry. Let it all out. I’ve got you little one.”
As the crying began to quiet, Oikawa gently stroked the littles grey hair with a light hum.
“You’re an amazing big brother Suga. To Tobio, to Toshi and to Kentarou. You always keep them safe and they all love you very much my little cuddle bun.”
His door creaked open, the hall light flooding in and waking him instantly.
The tall silhouette that stood in his door way was too easily recognisable.
“Tobio? It’s 3 am what are you doing?” Ah, sniffling. “Oh Did little Tobio have a nightmare?”
Their shadow nodded at him, bringing a closed fist up to wipe their nose on. Their other hand, Oikawa noted, was tightly gripping their stuffie, Kyebear, by the arm. Volley stood at their side, awaiting instruction.
“Do you want to sleep in my bed?” They nodded again but made no effort to move from the door way.
Oikawa shuffled out of his covers, slowly padding over to his little, holding out a hand for them to take.
After a moment of hesitation, Tobio gripped his hand, allowing themself to be led over to the double bed, littered with blankets and pillows.
“Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” Oikawa asked softly, only to receive a shake of his littles head. “Ok, upa get.”
Volley took his place on the floor, on the dog bed that had made its home in the olders room, for moments like these.
When he finally got Tobio settled, under their favourite weighted blanket and with Kyebear against their chest, he slipped back into his bed.
He lay on the other side, giving Tobio as much space as possible as to not crowd them.
Just as he felt himself beginning to drift off again he felt a pair of arms and legs latch onto him, pulling his back against his littles chest, like he was giant teddy bear to be cuddled.
He had to silence his ‘aww’ as to not wake Tobio as he twisted around, wrapping his arms around the little.
“You’re safe with me little one.” He silently breathed into the youngers mop of black hair.
((+Little Bokuto, CG Akaashi and babysitter Yaku))
❤️🏐🐱🧸
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.”
Kenma clicked his finger, trying to redirect Kuroos attention to the screen in front of them.
It was a looped video of a mother cat taking care of some kittens, one that had been known to calm Kuroo down in the past when they where feeling overwhelmed or anxious.
Their large hand came up to fiddle with Kenmas long hair, raking their fingers though it as if he was a cat too.
When Kenma began to worry that Kuroo might start to chew on his hair, he reached his hand back, letting his little take ahold of it and squeeze.
They squeezed back tight, so tight Kenma worried for his hands safety. Kuroos fingers where slightly wet, indicating that they still felt distressed enough to try and comfort themself.
It made Kenmas heart hurt.
A shaky finger poked the screen, indicating to the mother cat before turning to point at Kenma silently.
“Yea that’s right, you’re my little Kitten Kuroo. Just focus on the mama cat ok? I’ll keep you safe.”
