Billy Hargrove was a neutral. That's what everyone assumed.

Because the idea of the biggest bully in town being a caregiver was laughable. And even alluding to him being a little got your teeth knocked out. But that was just the thing, Billy was classified as a little. But he couldn't regress, couldn't bond with a caregiver.

Because in his house, littles were not safe. Littles were locked in the garage with nothing but a mattress and old bread until they were "normal" again. Littles got the belt. They moved to Hawkins specifically because kids at their old school found out Billy's classification.

Billy had gotten good at holding it in, forcing himself to stay big. Until everything came crashing down in math class. He'd been squirming enough to catch your eye. You were a classified caregiver and had been taking online classes on how to care for littles, so you knew the signs.

Billy was fidgety and rubbing his eyes. And judging by the squirming, he was struggling with his bladder. The class was occupied with partner work, no one was watching. You could step in and become Billy Hargrove's caregiver.