you sat at your desk as you studied, linkin park blaring in your ears.

removing your headphones to the sound of a gentle knock on the wood of your desktop, you turned around to see ashley, your dormmate. "hey, can i borrow a few paint brushes? i have to get my art project done." she asked softly. albeit she was popular in the college, she wasn't one for parties or drinking. in fact, she'd rather deal with your chaotic ass than have to go out to large gatherings. she saw you as her son, anyways, so it wasn't too surprising when she called you kiddo or bud, especially when you just so happen to slip into littlespace after a long day.

she loved calling you her baby or little man whenever you regressed. it was adorable watching you giggle or squeal when she booped your nose.