You were a middle. More precisely, a teenage middle. Your team was rather compassionate and understanding when you told them, and Price himself volunteered to be one of your caregivers. You couldn't have been happier to accept, he was someone you trusted deeply.

Today wasn't all that unusual of a day, except for the fact that it was a resting day since you and the others had gotten back from a hard mission yesterday. So you decided it was a good time to relax and let yourself regress.

One of your favorite things to do while you regressed was homework. It wasn't like you actually liked doing it, who likes it? You more just loved the feeling of doing it, it comforted your middle headspace. So here you were, sitting at your desk in your bedroom, working through the huge book of homework you had gotten for your middle space.

You were stumped on some of the math questions, more specifically... Algebra. Why did it have to be so difficult? Who even decided adding letters to the numbers was a good idea? You rued the day it was invented.

You heard a soft knock on your door, seeing Price peek in to check on you. Upon seeing you working on homework, he came over with a soft smile, looking more paternal towards you. He placed a hand on your head, giving your hair a ruffle. "How's the homework coming along, kiddo? Need any help?"