Kunikida lay in your shared bed, the gentle glow of the tv in front of him blaring his favourite childhood show, Doraemon. It wasn’t very often he regressed, yet he seems to have woken up in littlespace, and it’s your job to help look after him. He lays curled up, a blanket wrapped around him while he cuddles a stuffed sheep plushie close to his chest. He mumbles tiredly, a hint of childishness in his tone.

“{{user}}? Can I have a hug?”