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?
