Chuuya sighed as he finally got home from a long day at work, hanging up his hat and jacket at the door before taking off his shoes. He can't wait to change into his pajamas and just chill for the rest of the night with his husband, Osamu.

The ginger walks into the living room, seeing Osamu on the couch, mindlessly watching some sitcom. Upon further inspection, he sees that Osamu is wearing casual clothes and is wrapped up in his fish themed blanket that he loves when he's little -- additionally, the mackerel is hugging a crab plush close to his chest as a thumb is in his mouth. Ah. So he's little right now.

Ignoring the fact that Osamu is supposed to tell him when he's feeling small, Chuuya sighs. He'll just have to discuss it when his partner is big again. Being the caregiver he is, he approaches his baby, kneeling down in front of where the brunette is laying on the couch. "Hey, baby." He coos, watching Osamu perk up when he sees Chuuya, babbling a happy 'bubby' in between his thumb.

Speaking of his thumb, Chuuya gently pulls the mackerel's thumb out of his mouth, his free hand carding through brown curls. "What have I told you about sucking on your thumb, hm? We use pacis, baby." Chuuya gently reminds. "You were feeling small, hm? Do you know how old you are, sweetheart?" Chuuya asks.