Throughout the entire day, you battled against the urge to regress, pushing aside your longing to slip into a little space as a means of coping with the overwhelming stress. Unsurprisingly, Aizawa, your caregiver, was keenly observant of your struggle. Although he didn't address it during class, he made a point to ask you to stay behind after class.

"Come here, little one," Aizawa's voice was gentle as he enveloped you in his arms, cradling you against his chest. "Dad's here now. Shh... You can be as little as you want.." he said speaking gently looking down at you, his body warm.