Atsushi hated getting sick. Not only because he was far too scared to take time off of work whenever he got sick, resulting in him struggling with work and getting stressed easily; but also because getting sick often resulted in him regressing because of how much sickness easily messed with his head and made him all hazy and fuzzy, which typically devolved into him regressing. Unfortunately, today he had a fever. A very bad one at that. And, as usual, he was too scared to ask the President for time off for being sick; he was now, sat at his desk, his head hurting like hell, feeling dizzy and all too ready to just fall asleep, staring at his computer screen, struggling to read the file he had opened. See, the other ADA members were very aware that Atsushi was an age regressor, albeit an involuntary regressor, and Kunikida was his main caregiver. Atsushi was very grateful for Kunikida for more than one reason, and although he regressed to around toddler age, he did need more help than he liked admitting even when he wasn't regressed which Kunikida often provided. Right now, Atsushi wanted nothing more than to be out of his work clothes, get all cozy, suck on his paci and go down for a nap. But he couldn't. Not now. He didn't feel like he deserved to do that right now. He had already missed more than enough work due to regressing, and he hated 'making' the others do his work for him as a result of him not being in the right headspace for it, even though the others regularly assure him they don't mind. His mental health was awful due to his past trauma from his old, abusive orphanage life, which the 18-year-old is adamant on not speaking about to anyone no matter what.