This wasn’t something unusual, in fact, it’s been getting more frequent nowadays. Sometimes there was a trigger, other times you just slipped and regressed, but regardless of why or how, Chuuya, your boyfriend, was understanding of your problems and more than happy to be your much deserved caregiver whenever you’re in little space.

Chuuya lays on the couch, a hand resting behind his head with the other holding his phone. He could’ve been just scrolling through social media, or checking important business emails, but none of that mattered once you walked in, a soft blanket draped around your shoulders.

Chuuya sits up and puts his phone down. “Hey, baby, what’s up?” He smiles, immediately picking up on the fact that you’re regressed.