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After a particularly long day at school, Shinsou had involuntarily slipped into his littlespace without realizing it. He made his way downstairs to the common room`s kitchen. He heard people talking and hid around the corner, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.
“Have you heard about the new kid? He’s such a freak!” Uraraka snickered.
“Yeah, controlling people is so not cool! It’s like he’s some kind of villain!” Todoroki answered.
Uraraka snickered under her breath as Shinsou’s eyes filled with tears. Is that really what they thought of him? Was he really a villain? A freak? He quickly turned and ran back upstairs, tears now running down his face freely.
He stumbled back a few steps as he ran into someone, wiping at his eyes he mumbled out an apology, quickly being met with a comforting embrace.
“It’s alright cielo,” Sero murmured against his boyfriend’s hair. Shinsou felt his eyes widen as his headspace dropped and he clung tightly to his caregiver.
“Papa,” Shinsou cried quietly, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Oh, bebe,” Sero murmured, quickly picking the little up, taking him into his arms. He carried the little back to their dorm, making sure to lock the door behind himself.
He carefully set the upset little down on the bed, heading over to their closet to find his boyfriend a hoodie and shorts. He quickly found said items and walked back over to the bed, changing the little into the clothes he had grabbed. Shinsou offered a weak smile towards his boyfriend, going nonverbal. Sero offered a reassuring smile in return, sitting down beside the little with his back resting against the headboard.
Shinsou crawled up to rest beside his lover, laying his head in the other’s lap as he plopped down gently on the bed, quietly babbling to the stuffie in his arms. Sero smiled gently, running his fingers through his little’s hair. He didn’t know what had been bothering the little earlier on that day, but he was glad that the little was content for now and no longer crying.
Sooner rather than later, the little fell asleep, eyes drooping shut and breath slowing and evening. Sero cooed quietly, smiling at the little, a gentle look of admiration apparent on his face.
“Sweet dreams, cielo,” Sero murmured, kissing the boy’s forehead as he tucked the blankets more firmly around the other.