#caregiver!momo

[pttwice]

“do you think you can help me get the pancakes ready for breakfast, bunny?” momo pulls a stool up for nayeon who stands beside her mama. she looks at the griddle and the bowl of pancake mix ready to make the fluffy circles.

nayeon’s a little hesitant but eventually nods. as momo hands her the measuring cup filled halfway with pancake mix, nayeon very slowly pours it onto the griddle.

“good job, bunny. okay now you can pull it up.” momo watches, her hand gently brushing against nayeon’s elbow to make sure she doesn’t over-pour the pancake mix.

nayeon nods and sticks her tongue out in concentration as she slowly lifts the measuring cup and puts it back beside the bowl. she watches in awe as the pancakes start to bubble.

momo flips them once they’re ready and stacks them onto a plate before handing the measuring cup back to nayeon. they repeat the process again few more times until most of the pancake mix is gone. “alright, bunny. last few pancakes.”

nayeon’s arm’s getting a little tired from pouring out so many pancakes, but she likes being involved. she doesn’t cook much since she’s not the best out of it, but she loves doing it with her mama since she’s always patient and nice.

the last of the pancake mix is almost on the griddle but nayeon’s hand slips. the plastic measuring cup clatters on the kitchen floor, pancake mix splattering against the kitchen cabinets and the dishwasher.

nayeon lets out a little yelp and her eyes immediately start to water. she quickly gets off the stool and hides in the living room. she doesn’t want her mama to be upset at her. she was doing so well with pouring the pancake mix. she almost made it all the way through.

momo lets out a small sigh but quickly cleans the splattered pancake mix. there wasn’t much left in the measuring cup so it doesn’t take too long. she’s more worried about nayeon.

nayeon’s sure she’s hidden herself well, but momo can very clearly see the blanket lump on the middle of the couch. she sits down and gently rubs nayeon’s back.

“it’s okay. i promise i’m not upset with you, bunny. accidents happen all the time. i’m just glad you’re not hurt.”

nayeon whimper and shakes her head. she wipes her tears away with the back of her hand, sniffling as she pulls the blanket tighter around herself.

“oh, sweet girl, all the pancakes are done. i just wanted to make tiny ones for the puppies. it’s okay. i promise.” momo’s voice is soft and soothing as she speaks. she rubs nayeon’s back in small circles, taking a breath in relief when her shaking stops.

nayeon slowly pokes her head out from under the blanket, her eyes watery as she looks up at her mama. “p’omise?”

“i promise, bunny. you did the best job ever with the pancakes.”

nayeon nods a little and wipes her eyes against momo’s pajama pants leg. she sits up and wraps her arms around momo’s neck, signaling that she doesn’t want to walk back into the kitchen just yet.

“okay. we can stay here for a few more minutes.” momo’s voice is quieted to a whisper as she wraps her arms around nayeon’s waist. she gently squeezes her and presses small kisses against the side of her head. “i know they’ll be the best pancakes in the whole world.”

[littlebkg]

babyre momo and cg mama jirou, (they 100% have conflicting aesthetics and it works amazingly) momo loves having her hair played with ➿

[agerye]

age regressor momo yaoyorozu and caregiver kyoka jirou

jirou is a great listener, she loves hearing momo talk excitedly about things, and momo loves to tell her about all her plushies and their stories

momo loves romance movies, if they're musicals she has jirou sing along to them with her. her favourite is lady and the tramp

when momo isn't using it, jirou carries her pacifier with her earjacks

jirou really likes preparing snacks for her- fruit plates, veggie trays, cookies, sandwiches. she finds it satisfying to make them look neat and cute, she has a bunch of cutters to shape everything

they often have tea parties when there's snacks, jirou makes real tea of momo's choice for it and does all the pouring

jirou has a notebook dedicated to little momo. anything she likes, dislikes, wants to do, as well as the things momo tells her about her plushies

momo loves to watch and listen to jirou play guitar, jirou tries to learn her favourite songs

sleepovers! they cuddle together with a comfy non-energetic cartoon playing, jirou turns it off and takes her pacifier out once momo falls asleep

when they don't have sleepovers, jirou will tuck her in with a bottle and sing her lullabies

momo feels a lot of responsibility and sometimes that carries through when she's regressed, especially because she's usually a capable regressor. jirou makes sure to praise her lots for small things to lessen those feelings and make her feel small and cared for

"woah! that's impressive, you really did that on your own? you're a big girl, huh?" for things like getting dressed

jirou is one of the very few people momo is comfortable having bath time with, she makes momo's bath with scented bubbles and they play with her bath toys together. she also dries her off and brushes her hair afterwards

[tdoong15]

hello kai, loved the last fic, I feel like middle SMC would do that 100 procent irl with yeri, shuhua too if she didnt need to go home. the chaos would of been real for 2yeon

with a new request here, about baby momo wanting to have a play date with dubs and being really clingy to her and not wanting to be held or cuddly with anyone else and just being such a cutie while mommy 2yeon trying to get baby momo to nap in her crib but she doesn't want to because she wants to stay with dubs

Hello Chimp, I'm glad you enjoyed the last fic, I imagine that it would be peak chaos for 2yeon if it was SMC, Yeri, Mina and Shuhua all playing. Also this request is really nice.

Little!Momo. Cg!2yeon. Bigsis!Dahyun (basically.)

Warnings: none

Dubs and Momoring

Dahyun was sitting at the table eating kimbap when she felt a tug at her shirt, when she looked down she saw Momo holding onto her shirt. “Oh, hello Momo. How are you?” Dahyun questions, when Dahyun spoke Momo looks up at her, she grins widely and reaches her arms out to Dahyun. “P'ay?” Momo opens and closes her hands at Dahyun, to indicate that she wanted to be picked up.

“Yeah I'll play with you Momo.” Dahyun smiles and she picks up Momo, which makes the little squeal in happiness and kick her legs. Dahyun walked over to Momo's room so they could play together, she tried to place Momo on the floor but she refused to let go of Dahyun. “Okay, I guess you can sit on my lap whilst we play.”

Momo smiled widely and she stayed in Dahyun's arms whilst she sat down. Momo reached over to grab two toys and she handed one to Dahyun. Dahyun happily takes the toy and she plays with Momo, the regressed girl leans in closer and she hugs Dahyun whilst she continues to play. “Sissy, p'ay somethin’ else pwease?” Momo said whilst she pointed at her makeup bag. Dahyun nods her head and she grabs the bag and she passes it to Momo.

Momo shuffled in Dahyun's lap so she was facing her. “Are you going to do my makeup, Momoring?” Dahyun asks which Momo responded by giggling and nodding her head. Dahyun stays still whilst Momo gives her a new makeup look by giving her bright pink cheeks because of the amount of blush Momo placed on her finger as well as a lot of lipstick. When she finished, Momo smiled and she clapped a lot. “Woah dubu wook vewy pwetty!”

Dahyun grabbed her phone, turning on her camera to look at her new look. “Wow, that's amazing, Momo. Maybe you should do my makeup more often.” Dahyun responds, which makes Momo quickly wrap her arms around Dahyun and bury her head in the crook of Dahyun's neck. After a few minutes of the duo just hugging each other, they both heard Nayeon and Jeongyeon call out for lunch. “Well let's get going, Momoring.” Dahyun stands up, making sure that Momo stays in her arms since that's where the little wanted to be. When they reached the kitchen, Dahyun was able to make Momo sit next to her, in fact their chairs were basically together because of how close they were, the only thing that was different was that Momo was placed into a highchair instead due to the fact that she had regressed to a young age.

Lunchtime wasn't too bad, mainly because Momo loved eating her food, the only challenge was that she repeatedly leans over to Dahyun to smile at her and so she could get her attention, it didn't annoy Dahyun at all, she actually gave Momo the attention she wanted by doing things such as holding her hand or pulling funny faces which made Momo laugh loudly and hit the tray on the highchair. A few moments later, Momo and Dahyun were in the lounge, Dahyun had Momo sat in her lap once again whilst they watched Barbie despite it being time for Momo to have her nap.

Nayeon checked the time and she saw that Momo needed to have her nap so she wouldn't be cranky later. “Jeong, we need to get Momo now” Nayeon whispers, Jeongyeon nodded and she walked over to where Momo sat with Dahyun and she gently touched Momo's shoulder. “It's nap time, little one.” Jeongyeon says with a soft tone, in response, Momo shakes her head and she clings to Dahyun more.

“Come on bub, we know that you want to spend more time with Dahyun but you need to have your nap or else you'll have a temper tantrum.” Nayeon tries to reason with Momo whilst she rubs Momo's back, but it wasn't successful, Momo still clung onto Dahyun and she whined softly through her pacifier, it was clear that she wanted to stay awake and be with Dahyun more, she didn't care about her nap.

Dahyun grins sheepishly because she thought that she couldn't do anything in this situation, she wasn't upset with it or anything but she knew that Momo should probably listen to her mommies and go to sleep. Nayeon and Jeongyeon didn't attempt to pull Momo away from Dahyun because they were 100% sure that it would result in Momo freaking out and crying. Nayeon and Jeongyeon stood there in the middle of the room, wondering what they should do until an idea popped into Jeonyeon's head, so she quickly whispered it to Nayeon.

“What if Dahyun takes Momo instead of us since she's the only person that Momo is clinging onto today?” Nayeon instantly agreed with Jeongyeon and she went over to Dahyun and she whispered the idea to her. Dahyun nods her head and she stands up, keeping Momo in her arms. “Let's go Momoring, I'll even make sure that your mommy and mama reads you a story or sings a song to you before your nap. And I'll be right by your side while you sleep.” Dahyun promises to Momo who seemed to look up at her with the biggest pair of puppy eyes and reluctantly agree to the idea.

So with that in mind, Dahyun walks to Momo's room with Nayeon and Jeongyeon walking behind them. Despite the initial resistance Momo eventually laid down in her crib, Dahyun then sat on the floor next to the crib and she held Momo's hand to comfort her. Dahyun also made sure to make sure that every part of her deal was met by making Nayeon and Jeongyeon read a story to Momo, which they normally do anyway. This time they let Momo pick out the story called ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ as they both took turns reading the story to Momo, the regressed girl began to relax but she never let go of Dahyun's finger even when she fell asleep halfway through the story.

Hiiii, I hope everyone's day/evening/night is amazing. Also what do guys think about Twice's new album, based on the snippets?

[yootdong]

Sick StubbornDahyunnie

caregiver: momo and sana

little: dahyun

Dahyun started regretting all her life choices the moment her feet touched the stage, that morning she was feeling really sick but when her members told her to stay in the dorm and not attend the concert she didn't listen. She insisted she was feeling better and even when Sana and Momo almost tried to force her to rest she was still being stubborn.

“Dahyunnie, you can still go wait for us in the backstage if you're still sick” Sana tried, putting an hand on her red cheek

“is she hot?” asked Momo

“she's basically burning Momoring” answered Sana resulting in Dahyun glaring at them

“i'm fine, stop talking like I'm not here in front of you” the younger one complained pulling sana hand away from her face

“Dahyun-”

“no, i said I'm fine leave me alone” she said walking away from the two

Sana sighed resting her head on momo's shoulder “what do we do?”

“i don't know Satang”

“she'll come around guys, don't worry too much about it, we all know Dahyun, she can't stay away from the two of you that much” Nayeon, who watched the whole scene, tried to reassure them

“i hope so”

but after her solo Dahyun really wished she'd listened to them, her head was hurting really bad and she was feeling like she was about to throw up, she didn't even know how she had make it for so long, she was shivering from the start and as the show went on it only got worst.

So she didn't even make it to the second act, when she got in the backstage after her song her vision was blurry and when she tried to lean on the little sofa in the room she almost hit the floor. But luckily for her momo was just behind her, ready to check on her Dahyunnie, and grabbed her just in time.

“oh god, baby are you okay?” and as soon as Dahyun heard Momo words tears started rolling down her cheeks, she was sick, overwhelmed and tired and in that moment she only wanted her moms to hold her

“mama” she cried holing on to momo

“aww baby I'm here, mama's here, it's alright sweetie, don't cry” but as hard as momo tried to calm her down the younger girl kept on crying so when Sana rushed in the room after someone from staff called her she couldn't be more glad.

“dahyunnie, sweetie, what's the problem? what happened?” but as soon as she touched her cheek to comfort her she realized the problem “oh my god she's burning momo”

“yeah i noticed” mumbled Momo “you have to go after Tzuyu, right?” and sana just nodded, still worried for her little girl “okay i can take care of her, I'll ask Jihyo to go talk to the manager and tell them about the situation, she can't perform, she was about to collapse”

“okay but first we need to take her clothes off, she needs to be change”

“hey it's fine, i can do it, you have to get ready”

“momo-”

“i got it satang, just go”

and sana nodded still not sure, but she trusted momo with her life so she just kissed both the girls on the cheek and left the room

“mommy?” asked Dahyun who had just stopped crying

“she'll be back soon baby, now you're all for mama” smirked Momo “come on, let's get you some comfy clothes”

during the night the two caregivers took turns taking care of her until the smaller girl fell asleep on the little couch in the backstage and the two made it to the end of the concert

Dahyun woke up only when she heard sana voice and felt someone picking her up so she opened her eyes looking for her mamas

“hi babygirl, mommy missed you, how are we feeling?” but dahyun didn’t answer and just hid her face in sana’s shoulder

“where mama?”

“mama is getting ready sweetie then we’ll go, okay?”

“i’m here!” momo yelled rushing out of the changing room “we can go now” she said put of breath

sana laughed at the older one, it was obvious momo tried to get ready at light speed “say hi to mama, baby”

“i think she’s sleeping again” whispered momo after the little didn’t answer

the older women just smiled at how adorable their kid was and got in the car to go back to their hotel and put her to bed

[moonshineplaydate]

~~A Hand To Hold~~

Characters: Little! Rika, with Caregivers Ai, Momo and Neiru.

Summary: After being left at home again by her mother, Rika’s down in the dumps and ends up regressing. She calls her friends to take care of her.

Warning: Agere Fic, Parental Neglect, Mommy Issues, Descriptions of Self Harm marks, (please let a girl know if she missed anything)

Word Count: 7091

“Oh, by the way, I’m going out again tonight.” Chiaka called out dejectedly through the kitchen, tagging it on like it was unimportant. Maybe it should be, Rika thought, it was more common these days that her mom would spend more time out the house than in it. What was one more day to add to the list?

Rika had only just managed to get down the stairs, her slippers kicking up a storm of dust beneath her feet, and meander into their kitchen which had accumulated a grotesque amount of dishes stacked up one after the other, before her mother bluntly shattered any last semblance of sleep out of her. But Rika still felt tired. Or rather empty, unwilling to muster up any sort of feeling; she’d already spent so much of her life being angry at her mother, it was like she’d ran out of rage to give. Her mom always told her that growing old would make her crueler, fatter, uglier. Hollow. She thought she had at least a few more years left before she’d be left with emptiness.

“Oh,” Rika sounded out, “where are you going?” To which, Chiaka sighed, as if answering her own daughter was beneath her.

“You remember that guy who came round the house last week? My new boyfriend?” She said it as if should’ve been obvious from the start, maybe it should’ve been. Rika could hardly blame herself for that one though, Chiaka had a new boyfriend round the house a month ago, and then the month before that. It seemed like all she could do nowadays was bring in strangers to her home, to try and artificially create human interaction.

Since obviously, Rika wasn’t enough for that.

“Oh,” Rika sounded once more, her throat feeling unnaturally dry and hoarse. She mentally cursed herself for that, this had happened dozens of times before and she’d only gotten blubbery over it the first few instances. There wasn’t any need to start sobbing over the fact that her mother had her own life. One without her in it. She was just being dramatic, she told herself, she never needed her mom before and she didn’t need her now.

Definitely not.

“What should I do when your gone?” That was the polite, subtle way of asking her mom if she’d leave any food out for her, or even just some money to order something. It was a habit she’d grown into, directly asking her for anything would result in some comment over how spoiled Rika was getting, and that’s she’s a big girl now who didn’t need her mom to take care of her. Unfortunately, it seemed like Chiaka had grown out of entertaining her daughter’s even most meagre requests.

“Whatever you want, figure it out.” She shrugged, finding some mints in one of the kitchen drawers, snatching it and shoving it into her hand bag. Rika stood like a statue as the woman she lived with zipped up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She stared, like a prisoner in her own body as Chiaka wandered about the house, grabbing the last few essentials (lip balm from her room, a perfume bottle left out in the living room) before loudly making her way to the front door, heels slamming into the carpet.

“Do I look good enough for my date, Rika?” Chiaka called out once more, turning with her back to the door to face her daughter. Like a robot, Rika activated and shifted her head to face Chiaka, barely even registering that she was there.

“Mhm, sure.” Rika nodded. Even if she wanted to insult Chiaka, she couldn’t. She put more effort into dressing up for men than she would for taking care of her own daughter. She hated it, despised her for it, but at least she looked good, Rika couldn’t fault her on that. Chiaka gave her a hum of acknowledgement and fiddled with the door handle, before swinging it open and hurrying herself outside. Automatically, Rika plodded over to the entrance and locked the door herself. She shivered, but couldn’t be bothered to go upstairs to get her dressing gown, choosing instead to grip her fingers against the hem of her wrinkled pyjama sleeve until her knuckles grew white.

Staring coldly, Rika’s eyes found themselves staring back at the kitchen. The sink was cluttered with dirty dishes, stained pots, used cutlery and plates that had been left to simmer for weeks. She knew she should start cleaning that soon, she wasn’t sure if she even had any other dishes left in the house at this point, but neither her body nor her brain were listening to reason by now. If her own mother wasn’t going to take care of her, why should she even bother taking care of herself?

Motivation became a foreign concept as Rika slugged over to the couch before plopping herself down onto the slightly sunk seats. They weren’t comfortable, but more so familiar, the dented fabric seemed to welcome her back in, like blankets shielding her body on a cold winter morning, deflecting her responsibilities away. Laying down on her side, Rika fumbled in her pocket for her phone, retrieving it. She winced at the brightness once in turned on and pulled it away from her face. Had her house always been this dark? As much as Rika planned, and wanted to doom scroll her night away, imagining the look on Chiaka’s face once she came back to a dirty home and a hungry daughter, a little notification at the top of her screen drew her in.

Hii!! How’s everyone doing?

A text message from Ai, to their friends group chat. Something throbbed inside Rika’s chest upon seeing her message, her username, her profile picture, smiling at her through the screen. The picture seemed to stare right through her soul, with Ai’s joyful eyes and wide smile reminding Rika of all that she did not have. Suddenly, she was so very aware of how lonely it was in her house, and how much she wanted Ai with her, and how much she missed being taken care of. Whatever dam that had been put up around her emotions broke so easily at just being asked how she was, she had to swallow back the dryness in her throat and the tingly stinging that came to her eyes.

Feeling more needy than ever, Rika quickly opened up the message, seeing that both Neiru and Momo had already responded. Another pang of neediness hit her, her mind started to feel much more blurry than before. Not necessarily fuzzy, more hazy, only half thinking through her actions, as if she had the self-restraint of a child.

Not good. Chiaka left again

Rika hastily typed out, raising her palm to her mouth as she gnawed it, suppressing a whine at the fact that her friends weren’t immediately responding to her because what could be more important than her? She wouldn’t have to wait too much longer for her friends to notice though, luckily as she felt she may just burst into tears if she didn’t get a response soon.

Oh no! Is everything okay over there :(? Momo hastily typed out, even though the answer was obvious. Ai took a more direct route, mostly because she didn’t trust Rika to be left on her own like this.

Do you want us to come over? She asked, to which Rika’s face practically lit up at the screen. She flung up the couch, resuming a normal seating position as she ferociously typed away at her phone, messily punching at the keyboard.

Yes pleaes, was all about she could manage. Relief filled her chest for just a few moments, but it quickly boiled over to impatience. She wanted her friends here now! Puffing her cheeks out with a pout, Rika brought her legs to her chest, with her arms wrapped around her knees, which her chin was resting on. Her eyes were glued to the phone screen, of which she was idly clinging to with her fingers, half expecting it to drop at any moment. Curling in on herself seemed to soothe something within her soul, relishing in the feeling of being tiny. Still, she shivered in freezing longing, only being able to think of her friends being with her and getting more desperate by the second. Rika constantly refreshed her messages, perking up and devouring her friend’s words whenever they popped up on her screen.

on my way, Ai had hurriedly typed out, to which Rika let out a small sound of relief, that was something of a mix between a whimper and a chirp.

I’ll be over soon, just getting together some stuff you might need :)! Momo’s message came through, to which Rika felt a little heat rise to her cheeks, shocked at how easily Momo slipped into caring for her. That message was shortly followed by Neiru’s, Rika was honestly a little surprised that she was coming over at all, she thought she’d be too busy to look after hang out with her. Her mom always was.

Same with me, we’ll be with you soon, Rika. Even though it was more of a factual statement, Rika took it as a comfortable assurance, satisfied and elated Like a dog, Rika’s eyes steered towards her front door, staring it down without daring to blink, waiting for the sweet sound of knocking to eventually come. Soon, she wouldn’t be alone.

••••••••

A series of hurried, disordered knocks battered against Rika’s door not even five minutes after she sent her last message, although to Rika, it had felt like five years. Stumbling to her feet, and nearly falling onto her coffee table in the process, Rika swiftly scampered over to the door, rash elation taking over her movements as she just began fumbling with the lock. Eventually, it clicked open and Rika swung over the door, squinting from the brightness of the Sun, before quickly refocusing on what she was here for.

Hunched over, Ai stood in Rika’s doorway, one hand resting against her wall as she took in heaps and heaps of deep breaths. Her clothes were messy, more accurately, her whole person was cluttered. Her mustard yellow raincoat seem ill fitted, dangling from her figure and covering her shorts. Strands of hair clung to the sides of her velvety face, no doubt she just slipped on her shoes and ran out of her house as soon as she got Rika’s message. But, that was neither of the girls’ biggest concern. Rika let out a gleeful squeal, mouth stretching open into a smile that showed off all her teeth. She lunged forward to Ai and wrapped her arms around her greedily, trying to keep her all to herself, trying to keep her from leaving. Ai accepted this as Rika’s face fell to her chest, planting her heels firmly against the ground to stop herself from tumbling over. Tenderly, Ai coiled her arm around Rika’s back, brushing her hand up against her side, as if to check that she was real.

“Aww,” Ai let out, adoring just how fast Rika’s mood had apparently changed just upon seeing her, but also worried her slightly. What would poor Rika do if she wasn't there for her? She shook the thought away, she couldn't afford to being fretting over possibilities when there was a very real, and very demanding, problem bundled up in her arms. "What's gotten you all excited, hm?" Ai asked, mainly to give Rika something to think about as she steadily maneuvered herself inside. Fumbling around for a light switch, Ai held back a wince at the sight of Rika's house. She couldn't judge, that would be rude, plus her own house wasn't any better at times. Mainly her own room though, it had never been this bad. Ai could practically feel her blood bubbling in her veins knowing that Chiaka was allowing her daughter to live like this.

"Mm.." Rika grumbled to herself as she tried to think of an answer, absentmindedly waddling along behind Ai, still half-clinging to her, not ready to let her go. "Wanted you here, wasn't that obvious?" Rika huffed, not willing to outwardly compliment Ai, it reminded her all too well of how her mother fished her for compliments, sucking away all the love Rika had for herself for her. Ai seemed to sense her discomfort, glancing back at the girl apprehensively. Sure, she knew that Rika regressed from time to time, and that was partly the reason she came rushing over here, but she still felt like she was in the trial and error era of learning how to take over. She still barely had a clue what made Rika took, or what could set off a land mine for her.

"You didn't like being alone, huh?" Ai asked, prompting Rika to shake her head and tighten her grip on Ai's shirt. Something like bile rose up in her throat, there was an unfamiliarity that came with her emotions being seen, like swimming in water that she couldn't see the bottom of. Ai smiled softly at her, gently taking a hold of her wrist and leading her down to sit on the couch to ground her. Automatically, her hand raised to Rika's cheek, to which she grew inhumanly still the closer Ai got to her. Ai made a point to compassionately rub her hand against Rika's cheek, to which she almost immediately softened at the loving motions.

"I understand that, baby, you did a great job with messaging us, you know, you're a real smart cookie." Ai praised her, and Rika softened up to her, leaning her face towards Ai’s hands, trying to soak up as much attention from her as she could. That’s all she really wanted, attention. To be cradled and loved and doted over, like when she was oh so small.

When everything used to be okay.

Rika and Ai would’ve been willing to stay in the moment forever were it not for the prominent knocking at the door, causing Rika to flinch and reel back, yanked out of her blissful trance. Ai’s lips soured at the movement, following Rika with her hand and lovingly patting the top of her head.

“It’s okay, cutie, I think those are our friends!” Ai announced, standing up from the couch and offering Rika a hand to hold. But Rika was too busy positively beaming from the nickname, a smile etching its way onto her face against her will as her hands bashfully clamped together, like a little angel.

Like Ai’s little angel. With another small noise of adoration, Ai delicately took one of Rika’s hands and helped her to her feet. Rika fidgeted as Ai walked her over to the door, half from nervousness and half from ecstasy. She shuffled herself behind Ai as she opened the door, head poking out from just behind her arm.

“Oh, Ai, you’re already here!” Momo exclaimed, a little surprised, but Neiru just stood beside her, as if she expected that. Her attention was more focused on Rika, who meagrely met her gaze, a little smile on her face, as if she was looking at a celebrity. Neiru smiled fully back at her, offering her a polite wave before shifting her gaze up to Ai.

“I take it that she’s little then?” Neiru asked, while Ai stepped aside to allow the two entry. Mono shuffled inside a little awkwardly, her hand firmly pressed on a gleaming pink handbag at her side, drawing Rika’s focus to it.

“Seems like it, she’s been as quiet as a mouse and well, you know, clingy.” Ai smiled lovingly as she rubbed Rika’s arms, gesturing vaguely to how closely Rika had been following her around, like a little lamb. Rika wasn’t paying much mind to the attention, finding the sparkly bag that Momo had much more interesting, but there was a little comfort in hearing her friends talk about her as if she wasn’t even there. It didn’t make her feel insignificant or worthless, more so valued. It helped knowing that they were thinking about her.

“Awh, hey there, cutie,” Momo took what Ai told her to heart, near immediately kneeling down a little to be at eye level with Rika, just making her feel all the smaller. “Do you think you could tell me how old you’re feeling, please? It would be a big help!” She gave Rika a warm, everything’s-going-to-be-okay smile that made her actually believe in the sentiment. Rika shuffled out a little from Ai, doing her best to answer Mono but when she opened her mouth to talk, it felt like her throat had been jammed. Momo noticed this and quickly interjected, not wanting Rika to have a melt down over something as small as this.

“Maybe you could show me with your hands,” she suggested, wiggling her own fingers towards Rika, who seemed to accept the suggestion. She thought for a few moments, before considerately holding up three fingers, beaming up at Momo. Automatically, Momo brought her hand over to Rika’s head and ruffled her hair like how one would pet a cat.

“Great job, baby, thank you so much!” Momo cooed, adoring her role as a caregiver for Rika. She seemed to always know just what buttons to press to appease Rika or get her to do as she was told. Seeing Momo’s proactive behaviour, Neiru glanced around in search for something to do, with their gaze swiftly settling on the disgustingly high pile of dishes in Rika’s sink. She strode over to them, rolling up her sleeves and filling the sink up with scolding water and stinging, floral scented soap before calling back over their shoulder to the group.

“Rika, when was the last time you ate something?” Given how unusable these plates were, she figured that Rika would’ve either been surviving off of snacks today, or was powering through with an empty stomach. The embarrassed expression on Rika’s face seemed to confirm the latter, although the souring of her lips and the aversion of her eyes more so came from a feeling that Neiru was judging her. Momo took notice and lowered her hand to rub Rika’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, princess, we’re here to make sure you’re being taken care of, even when you can’t do it yourself.” Momo assured her to which Ai chimed in, Rika’s attention being split between the both of them, like a puppy looking at its favourite toys.

“Yeah, we’re not gonna judge a kid, that’d make us losers!” Ai exclaimed, earning a little, high-pitched giggle from Rika, which struck both of her friends right in the heart. Momo’s arms felt like jelly but she still scooped up Rika with adoration, holding her against her strong figure while her bicep made an impromptu seat for her to lay on.

“You don’t think we’re losers, do you, sweetie?” Momo spoke to her obviously and exaggeratedly, allowing Rika’s smaller mind to follow along with her words. She eventually shook her head at the question, gravely serious, although her lips were still cracking up with a smile. Ai couldn’t hold herself away from the little darling for long, it clicked that she needed Rika as much as Rika needed them. Placing a loving hand on Rika’s back, Ai frowned pressed down comfortably further.

“Hey, Momo, doesn’t she feel a little cold to you?” Ai voiced and immediately Momo raised her free hand to Rika’s forehead, expression souring at the result, she was as cold as an unkept grave. Or maybe Momo was being over dramatic, but she was worried about her baby.

“This whole house is pretty cold, come to think of it…hey, angel, would you wanna go upstairs and let Ai help you get changed into something cosier?” Momo suggested to which Rika pouted, staring up at her with her slit like eyes and full cheeks, resembling an angry marshmallow. She’d forgotten how temperamental Rika could be when she was little. The moment she stopped enjoying something or had to something she didn’t want to, no matter how small, she would start acting like a total brat. That’s why Momo planned ahead this time and brought a bargaining chip to smooth things over.

“If you do, I’ll show you what I brought with me~!” Momo promised in a sing-songy voice, waving about the sparkly handbag she brought with her that had previously caught Rika’s attention. Her eyes seemed to shine and gleam at the sight of it, proving her attention span to be mind numbingly short, as she was now practically begging to go and get changed, though most of it was just blabbering. Momo chuckled and carefully offered up Rika to Ai, who barely managed to hold her, having to bundle up the girl in a bridal position just to manage, with Rika’s limbs idly draped around Ai’s body, clinging to her like a koala. Ai didn’t mind being put on baby duty regardless, Neiru was occupied with the dishes and Momo was likely going to be planning something for Rika downstairs. Either way, Ai couldn’t deny how much she wanted her own time with the absolute delight that was baby Rika.

Ai creeped up the stairs, each of her steps feeling a lot more weighty with Rika in her arms, head nestled into her shoulder. She came upon Rika’s room, ungracefully pushing her body against the door in an effort to force it open, which was successful. Rika’s gaze lingered up at the familiar sight and smell of her room, allowing herself a cautionary glance about at the discarded bed sheets, random assortment of clothes on the floor and piles of papers containing God knows what stacked up on her desk. She swallows nervously, it was one thing for Ai to see her when she was little but to see this part of her, the bigger side who was supposed to be confident and cool and far above just keeping her room tidy, revealed to be more slobbish, sloth-like and unorganised than she ever let on was embarrassing to say the least. She hid her face in Ai’s shoulder, like a shy kitten, which Ai took as a silent plead for reassurance, which it sort of was.

“Don’t worry about all this, cutie, my room looks like a trash heap anyway!” She joked, earning a giggle from Rika, which sounding like the most precious noise she’d ever heard. Considerately, she lowered Rika down onto the side of her bed, smoothing out her blanket beforehand to make it cosier. “Now, let’s see what we have to work with in here,” Ai said as she turned her back to search through Rika’s wardrobe, continuing to think out loud just to keep Rika’s attention, and to ensure that she didn’t think she was trying to ignore her. Ai’s hands brushed up against dresses and designer jackets that were worth more than anything in her own home, but immediately looked past it, discovering a ludicrously soft pink T-shirt, a pair of white cotton leggings and some fuzzy, light violet socks. She grinned and covered the clothes in her arms before plopping then down next to Rika, who squeaked in approval at that, positively beaming.

“Alright, would you want some help getting changed or would you be fine on your own, sweetie?” Ai asked her. Rika appreciated that she said “want” and not “need”. Truthfully, she probably could manage it herself but it had been an eternity since she’d been taken care of so intricately like this that she promptly nodded with a little grin. Ai returned it with a bigger one. Wanting to help out a bit, Rika preemptively raised her arms up in the air and Ai followed her movements rhythmically, slipping her shirt off over her head before ruffling her hair fondly.

“Good girl,” she praised her casually and Rika couldn’t hide the biggest, fattest smile that came onto her face because of it. Though, Ai was caught a little off guard by Rika’s scars, having nearly forgotten about them, getting so wrapped up in their perfect little day that those faded markings had slipped her mind. She pressed on though, electing to wordlessly ignore them, which Rika seemed to accept. It wasn’t something a three year old Rika had to be dealing with after all.

It wasn’t something a fourteen year old Rika should be dealing with.

Ai then fitted the pink T-shirt onto Rika, who then obligingly wriggled out of her trousers, which were then replaced with the nestling, fluffy warm of her cotton leggings. Finishing off the outfit by replacing her slippers for socks, Ai cooed at her work, cradling Rika up in her arms and spinning her about.

“Ooo, you look so adorable!” Ai doted over here as the two of them fell into a pit of light giggling, feeling weightless as they moulded against each other. Rika was already back to clinging onto Ai, as if she was a battery of happiness for her to tap into, her gleaming red face poking out from behind her shoulder. Attentively, Ai gripped onto Rika with one arm, keeping a compact hold on her, before bunching up her old clothes in one hand. She deposited them in the laundry basket before making her way back downstairs to check on Neiru and Momo.

Dutifully, Neiru had washed, rinsed and put away most of the dishes, and given the kitchen sides a quick wipe down, giving the place a pleasant, floral scent. Rika felt like a load had been removed from her upon seeing her kitchen freshened up, and tried to thank Neiru accordingly, but all that she managed were a few excitable babbles. Neiru nodded as if she understood, face indifferent, but softened. Momo strolled up to Rika, tapping her fingers along her back to make her aware of her presence, but all that achieved was getting Rika all giggly.

“Hey baby, you feeling a little warmer now?” Momo asked, Rika nodded her head profusely. “That’s great, now do you wanna see what I brought here for you?” Momo asked, feeling thrilled herself as she held up that sparkly pink bag, Rika’s eyes perking up at the sight of it, like how a cat’s would at the sight of a bird. Almost instantaneously, Rika was wriggling about in Ai’s arms, fussily reaching over towards Momo and vocalising incoherently, excitedly. Ai and Momo chuckled at the display a little, as Ai released Rika from her hold, watching as the girl bounded a few steps forward over to Momo, bouncing on her heels impatiently as Momo undid the zipper.

“The three of us were talking and we thought that a few items would be able to help you out a ton while you’re little! It’s okay if you’re not a fan of some of them though.” Momo assured, in all honesty she was a little worried that Rika would find her gifts underwhelming, she didn’t wanna disappoint her little angel. That fear melted away quickly at Rika’s reaction to the first item, a pastel pink sippy cup, which had already been decorated profusely with stickers of cartoon stylised cats and a few Sanrio characters, which Rika always adored but it evolved into an obsession when she was little.

“Eeee!!” She squealed, practically snapping the cup from Momo’s hand, twisting it about and scrutinising it from every possible angle, her smile seeming to deepen and intensity. Bouncing up and down on the spot, Rika’s looked wildly between all three of her caregivers, fuzzy appreciation warming her body. “Thank you!!” Rika exclaimed appreciatively, Momo’s heart could’ve melted right there at just those words, but she did her best to appear casually delighted, not wanting to get too emotional on a small Rika. Honestly, she could burst into tears anytime she saw her snicker, or cling onto someone, or curl up to make herself just that much smaller.

“Don’t thank us yet, angel, you still have some more surprises in here!” Momo announced, rooting her hand through the bag before pulling out an item much smaller, but Rika’s eyes were going starry at the sight of it, like how a fan would stare at their idol. It was a pacifier, in a similar bold pink colour, with the front decorated in midnight black stars. There were two words printed into the sides of it, reading “Little Angel”. Rika’s mouth hung open like a broken drawer, spluttering thankfully at the item.

“Now, we do need to sterilise it before actually using it, b-,” before Momo could even finish whatever logical warning she was blabbering on about, Rika had left her sippy cup on the side, scooped up the paci and stuffed it into her mouth with a little giggle. Ai snickered behind too, mainly at just how cute Rika looked with her new gear. Momo sighed adoringly, but couldn’t actually find it in herself to be cross with Rika.

How could she be angry with someone so precious?

“That’s-probably fine,” Momo decided, trying not to worry over Rika too much and instead holding open the bag wide and offering it over to her. “There’s one last gift in there for you, why don’t you go ahead and see what it is?”

Rika took Momo up on that offer, shoving her hand in the bag and messily rooting about until her hand bumped into something squishy, fluffy but more so furry. She tilted her head, grasping the mysterious object and lifting it free from its container, only to shriek rhapsodically at the sight. It was a plushie, a tortoise plushie to be specific, primarily white in colour but white pink highlights around the shell and it’s stubby little limbs. It’s face was squished and spherical, it’s whole body was rather clumped up in fact and Rika loved it to death. She pulled it close to her chest and squeezed it so hard it might pop, it’s head awkwardly jutting upwards towards her, staring with an embroidered smiley face.

“I love her, I wuv her, fank yu so much!!” Rika babbled out, voice slightly muffled from behind her paci. Momo was delighted to see Rika so elated, so full of life as she experimentally squeezed and shook the tortoise plush about in her arms, treating it with the same love that her caregivers gave to her.

“I’m glad you like her, sweetie, any ideas on what you wanna name her?” Momo asked, causing Rika to pause thoughtfully, her eyes squinting as she scrutinised her new friend, trying to think of something that fit her before a name popped into her mind.

“Towi!” She exclaimed, though the others were sure she meant Tori, it didn’t change just how adorable that was.

“Nice to meet you, Tori, you have an amazing name!” Ai praised, coming up from behind Rika and shaking one of Tori’s chubby hands. Rika was positively beaming from behind her pacifier, hugging Tori tightly, shrinking her body around her stuffy. She would’ve stood there forever, just cradling Tori if it weren’t for Ai intervening. “Alright, sweetie, why don’t we go have a seat in the living room and get to know Tori better, mkay?” She offered, primarily because she wanted Rika to be able to get some rest in and not become too hyper after all her gifts. Rika nodded hurriedly and ran over to the couch, burning away some of her energy as she threw herself against the cushions, with Ai following behind not long after.

Momo watched with a pleased expression as the two of them scurried off, looking back over to Neiru who was standing straight in the corner of the kitchen, brandishing a knife as they began cutting away a vibrantly red apple into more sizeable slices. Momo sauntered over and leaned over her shoulder.

“Making Rika a snack?” She asked, judging her assumption from the fact that she was using a pink, plastic plate, one meant for children.

“Yes,” she nodded, her precise cuts growing a little slower, a little more apprehensive, as something gnawed at the back of her mind. “I’m not as suitable as appealing to her little side as you and I are, but I still want to help her out however I can.” They explained, arranging the now cut apple slices into the corner of the plate, which had a cheese sandwich taking up the majority of it.

“You’re doing great, it’s amazing that you’re still helping out like this, you know. Just try not to worry too much about how to talk to Rika while she’s little, she’s still our friend and she’ll love us either way.” Momo reassured her, something she clearly had a talent for doing. Neiru returned her smile finally, before filling up Rika’s sippy cup with some apple juice and fastening the lid on tight enough to ensure she didn’t spill it all over her.

“Thank you, Momo, I might go over and give this to her myself.” They announced, though it was more like a question, unsure whether it was the right move. Momo confirmed it for them with a gentle nod, filling Neiru with enough confidence to finally speak to the baby.

“This may help though,” Momo added, placing a packet of Oreo’s onto the plate, which was againat Neiru’s judgement, the last thing they needed was a kid with a sugar rush. They were convinced by Momo’s slightly smug, self-assured expression however. “She’s got a sweet tooth.”

Rika and Ai sat huddled up close to each other on the couch, Rika with her legs crossed to keep herself from fidgeting and kicking all about. Neiru couldn’t tell exactly what they were doing with Tori as she approached, her best guess being that Rika was puppeteering her arms to make her dance. She attempted to stride with the same parental confidence she saw from Ai and Momo, the kind that would assure Rika that she one hundred present knew what she was doing, yet was also compassionate and sweet. She meandered in front of Rika, a little unsure of how to get her attention, but luckily Ai helped her out, staring up at her causing Rika’s gaze to promptly follow.

“Hey there, cherub, I’m not sure if you’re hungry but Momo and I thought you might appreciate a little snack.” Neiru spoke the line as composed and naturally as she could, trying to make it sound as if she hadn’t been rehearsing it all the way over here. She left the plate next to Rika and put her sippy cup on the couch, though her attention was entirely fixed on Rika. More so, why she seemed to have grown at Neiru’s words, her eyes growing more vulnerable, squinted, glassy and then finally teary. Rika curled in on herself, pulling her knees close to her chest and covering her mouth with Tori’s safe, matted fur, sniffling into her forehead. Alarm bells ringed in all of their minds, even Momo who rushed over, having some kind of maternal instinct to simply know whenever Rika was in distress.

“Oh no, I-,” Neiru kneeled down to be at Rika’s eye level, sounding uncharacteristically unsure of herself. No one wants to be the person who makes a kid cry. “I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, you don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to, baby.” They immediately slipped into damage control, but that only prompted a tiny sob to escape Rika’s threat, a heartbreaking little sound, like the whimper of a dog after you accidentally step on its paw. Ai wrapped her arms around Rika’s side, embracing her softly while Momo hovered at a distance, visible but not wanting to crowd Rika.

“Rika, darling,” Ai began, her voice delicate and minute, “could you tell us what’s wrong, please?” She asked, all while feeling Rika’s little shakes and shivers as she sobbed into her pacifier. Neiru rolled up her sleeve to cover her palm, lightly dotting and tapping at the few tears that fell from Rika’s frightened eyes, unsure of how to explain what was upsetting her when it was so stupid.

She didn’t need it.

She didn’t need her.

It would be ungrateful to her friends, who had done so much to take care of her already to want her here, but she couldn’t help it. She was just a little girl.

And she wanted her mom.

“I-I don’ get it..” Rika began, her words slow, clearly taking a lot of effort to actually get out, but they didn’t seem to mind. None of them interrupted, each waiting patiently for her to finish her words.

“My mom’s mean’ to take c-care of me, b-buh you a-all are doin’ that…why do-doesn’t she wan’ me whe-when you three do?!” Rika finally blurted out, devolving into shaky sobs once the words passed through her throat like a painful kidney stone. Ai immediately enveloped her in a full hug, which Neiru repeated but on Rika’s left side. The two of them clung to her body as it rocked and bucked in their arms, shaking with despair. Neither of them knew exactly what to say, afraid to even try speaking, though fortunately, Momo kneeled down in front of Rika, catching her attention like a bright light. She cupped the side of Rika’s face, helping to steady herself, her strained breathing steadily becoming calmer, settled.

“Rika, I know what it likes to feel…unwanted.” She decided on that word, because it’s exactly what they were. “It sucks, it’s embarrassing, and hurtful, and depressing, I understand that, baby, and it’s okay to feel like that. I’m sorry about how your mom behaves, you deserve so, so much better, you deserve someone whose willing to care for you, not say they care about you. You deserve someone who wants to carry you around and make you feel less alone, you deserve someone who wants to make you snacks and clean your house to make sure you’re living safely, you deserve someone who wants to buy your gifts to show just how much they love you. And I’m sorry that person isn’t your mom, you’re allowed to feel however you want about her but just remember, we’ll be here with you always, even when she’s not.”

By the time Momo had finished speaking, her voice was also cracking up, growing dry and hoarse. Ai extended her right arm out to her and Momo nestled herself into the cuddle like they had formed on her lap. Rika was full on sobbing now, but it wasn’t bad crying, she just didn’t know what to do with all her big feelings. She teethed on the pacifier, gripped onto Tori as if she’d never let go again and accepted the embraces from her caregivers, as tears coursed down her cheeks.

“I-I love you all,” Rika choked out now, knowing she likely wouldn’t say it when she was big again. Her hand clung onto the sleeve of Momo’s shirt, like a cat pawing for attention. Momo looked over to her and she swallowed her sobs, she needed to say this. “Fank you, m-mama,” the word came out unnatural, clearly something she hadn’t said in a long time, maybe ever. But now was the right time because she had finally found someone to call it. Momo felt as if her heart might break for the third time this evening, leaned in closer and pressed a loving kiss to Rika’s forehead, a smile appearing on her face that she just couldn’t seem to wipe away.

“Oh, baby,” Momo cooed, wiping her eyes, but couldn’t find the right words to say to her right now. Luckily, Ai took over, squeezing Rika’s hands.

“We all love you too, cutie, Momo meant what she said, we’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

That finally seemed to pacify things, Rika’s body had long stopped shaking and her body was only broken up by the occasional sniffle. Neiru reached over and grabbed Rika’s sippy cup, popping her pacifier out of her mouth before offering the drink to her, knowing she’d need to get her fluids up after a cry like that. Rika accepted it, her eyes going wide once the flavour of apple juice hit her tongue, beginning to suck at the bottle greedily. The three of them burst into laughter at her antics, needing a sweet release after the tense, discouraging emotional breakdown prior. Once half the bottle had been emptied, Neiru took it away, and immediately calmed Rika’s fussing by offering her back up her pacifier. Rika accepted it with a blink, one that was hazy and drawn out, then followed by another and another. She’d grown still since her crying session, breathing pronounced and systematic, it was clear that she’d been thoroughly tuckered out.

“Okay then,” Ai began, Momo hopped off her lap and she rose from her seat on the couch, offering up her hand to Rika. “I think it’s time you had a nap, okay, cutie?” Rika nodded gratefully, weakly reaching up to take Ai’s hand, supported by Neiru. Ai decided to carry her up to bed, slipping her arms beneath her thighs and around her back before hoisting her up. Rika was like deadweight in her arms at this point, inanimate, bobbing up and down with each step Ai took. She began her way up the stairs, Momo and Neiru in tow. She returned to Rika’s room, who was too exhausted to feel humiliated over the absolute state it was in. Neiru immediately went to sort out the bed however, pulling the sheets back onto its properly, tucking them in at the corners, smoothing out the pillows, until it all seemed snug and well prepared. Ai tucked Rika into the cloudy cotton sheets of her bed, with Tori following of course. Stirring slightly, Rika shifted to face Ai, barely able to fight against exhaustion to open her otherwise serene eyes.

“Fanks mo-mommy..wuv yu,” her voice was barely audible, like listening to a mouse, but Ai understood every word. She would never understand how Chiaka wasn’t able to care for such a sweet, perfect girl like Rika, even though she never thought she’d describe Rika like that. She would kill for Rika, die for Rika, walk backwards into a snake pit with her eyes closed for Rika, and Chiaka couldn’t even manage getting her food.

Who cares, she didn’t matter anymore, she never did. All that mattered was that she had her baby now and she was going to make sure she was treated with the love and care she needed, always.

“I love you too, cutie, sleep well.”

[softpawpup]

— agere / petre bnha headcannons !!

🏫 izuku is a toddler regressor, bakugou is a toddler and middle regressor, ochako is a big sis caregiver, kaminari is a padded baby regressor, sero is a big brother caregiver

🏅 all might is a papa caregiver

the teachers of u.a. help take care of the littles and make sure they're doing okay

🏫 the different classes have playdates together

🏅 izuku is also a bunny regressor

💥 toga is a fox and bat regressor, shigaraki regresses to 5-6 (before his family passed), dabi is a babysitter for l.o.v.

🏫 bakugou and izuku are kinda friends again when they're both regressed, bakugou doesn't like admitting it but he usually wants to see izuku when he's small

🏅 toga likes to teeth on things and needs lots of mouth stims

💥 the u.a. teachers will sometimes give homework meant for kiddos in case the students have to regress so they don't fall behind

🏫 momo will craft custom blankies, pacis and bottles/sippy cups for the littles and pets when she can, she does research on how they're made and even tries not using her quirk at first to decorate pacis so she gets a better handling of them

🏅 ochako is a caregiver for izuku, bakugou and toga. mainly izuku and toga, but she also likes taking care of bakugou

💥 bakugou usually chews a little on his pacis and ends up damaging them on accident, everyone tries to give him chewies but he likes pacis more

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caregiver kirishima eijirou headcanons !!

— requested by anon —

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♥️ - eijirou is the embodiment of the “he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit” meme. he is super supportive of his friends and wants to help out in any way he can, but he doesn’t totally get regression so most of what he does is just him winging it. one of his bros needs some toys? cool, he’ll get a couple from every possible age range because he doesn’t know the differences between them. kid needs a drink? awesome, are protein shakes still okay or is that too much for their kid-sized stomach? oh, you need him to take notes during class because you’re regressing? no problem! do you need him to write them in a way that a baby would understand or…?

♥️ - in a way, he’s the worst kind of caregiver (/affectionate) because all the stuff he likes doing with kids is super messy. he loves finger painting with them and letting them help dye his hair. it always leads to color being smeared everywhere, which the teachers really don’t like, but it’s so much fun and he loves hearing the sweet giggles of his friends as they cover things (usually him) in blobs of color! he does make a game out of cleaning it up, though, so it’s not that big of a deal.

♥️ - eijirou goes along with pretty much any game a little wants to play in general and he will commit full heartedly to his role, no matter how “embarrassing” it is for him. ofc the regressor says they can’t just play princesses with dolls, they need to dress up too! and you know what? eijirou agrees and that’s how he spends his afternoon in a perfectly fitted dress and tiara that he pawned off momo. he keeps that dress and tiara afterwards too because he thinks it’ll be useful if anyone wants to play having a tea party. it’s at the very front of his closest too, just because he doesn’t want to actually lose it, and everyone just stopped questioning it after a while.

♥️ - he has a pretty strict schedule that he keeps to when it comes to working out and it’s one that he tries very hard not to deviate from because consistency is what makes it work; so that means he sometimes finds himself incorporating a kiddo into his routine. who needs to lift weights when you can practice picking up a regressor and tossing them around for ten minutes? not only is it fun for them, but they also feel happy knowing that they’re helping! it can go a little overboard though with the regressor doing everything in their power to make his work out as challenging as possible (one time bakugou snuggled a couple barbells while sitting on eijirou’s back as he did push ups and they both thought he was gonna die).

♥️ - he isn’t actually that great at handling an upset baby. he tries but he doesn’t really know what to do or how to calm them down. his go-to strategy is just letting them cry it out while he holds them or lays on top of them since he knows deep pressure therapy is a real thing that helps. he doesn’t like admitting his shortcomings though because it flares up his insecurities and he hates not being able to help his friends. caregiver burnout is something that he struggles with a lot and it’s something he hates about himself. he knows that everyone needs to take breaks and have time for themselves, but he also feels like his friends need him and they’ve all gone through a ton more (worse!!) things than he has. it isn’t fair that he can take a break while they just continue suffering. this, of course, is something that everyone vehemently disagrees with but eijirou is quite stubborn about it. his regressor(s) often shower him in appreciation and try to have lazy days when it’s clear that he’s not feeling up to it, though.

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🍵 Caregiver Yaomomo HCs! 🍵

I love cg momo sooo much, especially paired with more troubled littles like Bakugou, Todoroki, or Kaminari. She’s just so sweet, I hope I do her justice <3

Also, I did use ‘you’ as the pronoun in these but you can pair it with any character. I just needed a placeholder lol

here’s a little tlc for yall

✨ ~ Honestly, she probably didn’t plan to be a caregiver at all. She was really anxious over upcoming exams and her little friend asked if she wanted to try age dreaming. Instead, she ended up looking after them and it turned out to be the biggest stress relief ever!

✨ ~ Okay, she loves reading you bedtime stories. But she is not a big fan of short, beginner books. So she compromises with children’s chapter books! Her personal favorite is The Witches by Roald Dahl.

✨ ~ Is an absolute master at getting littles to sleep. Nobody knows how she does it. Within a minute of rocking and singing lullabies, they’re out like a light.

✨ ~ SPOILES her kiddo to no end. You think that paci’s cute? You mean your paci? You’ve been eyeing a new toy online? Consider it an early Christmas present in March!

✨ ~ Much prefers a reward system over punishment. She keeps a sticker chart for every set of chores or routinely tasks completed. Positive reinforcement and corrections are just her go-to.

✨ ~ For pet names, I think she’d be mommy. She’d probably call you honey or sugar.

✨ ~ Goes all the way overboard when her baby’s sick. There will be leftovers of alphabet soup to last a week for the entire dorm. Makes you tea with honey and plays with your hair until you fall asleep. She’d probably sneak your medicine in a juice cup or something. You’ll be on bed rest ‘til the last sniffle.

✨ ~ Speaking of hair, she is unsurprisingly an amazing stylist. Her favorite things to do are braids of any kind. When it’s hair-wash day, she’ll wash and detangle it for you while you watch cartoons.

✨ ~ Activities like strawberry picking and pottery painting are her favorite. She believes in stimulating but low-energy leisure time to unwind.

✨ ~ Sooo protective. She hates the ideology that you should let kids do unsafe things and they’ll find out why it’s unsafe. She has to constantly stop herself from being a helicopter mom.

[pttwice]

o christmas tree

|| little!mina, cg!momo ||

The pout on Mina’s face is prominent as she wakes up and toddles into the living room. She has her comforter wrapped around her, hair sticking every which way as she rubs her eyes. Momo sees her baby standing at the end of the hallway, still a bit fuzzy from sleep herself as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“Good morning, angel,” Momo says as Mina shuffles further into the living room. “Are you a grumpy penguin today?”

Mina’s pout deepens, causing Momo to chuckle as her baby shuffles further into the living room. Iggy’s head pokes out of Mina’s comforter, her fingers holding tight to her favorite stuffie. “Tree,” she says, her bottom lip jutting out as she points to the Christmas tree by the front door.

Momo turns to look at the tree and nods. “Oh, that’s why you’re grumpy.” She sets her coffee down and gets up, walking into the living room to pull Mina into her lap as she sits on the couch. “You thought presents would be there, didn’t you?”

Mina nods, her eyebrows now furrowed as she looks up at her mommy. Presents are no joking matter. “Where?” Mina asks, her tiny voice gruff from sleep.

“We still have a little bit of time left until Christmas, sweet pea.” Momo slowly runs her fingers through Mina’s blonde hair, smiling at how well the color has stayed so far.

Mina lets out a small huff and shakes her head. She moves her arms out from under her comforter and holds Iggy up to her mommy’s face. She waits patiently for Momo to give Iggy a kiss and then her.

“I’m sorry, angel, but you know that Santa doesn’t put presents under the tree this early.” Momo chuckles again when Mina whines. She pulls Iggy back under her comforter and buries her face in her mommy’s chest.

“Well, den uhm den how come dere’s presents at Jeongie and Nayeon’s house already?” Mina tilts her head back slightly, her bangs hanging just over her eyes. Momo brushes them back and watches them gently fall against her baby’s forehead.

“That’s because Jeongie and Nayeon get each other a few gifts and then Santa gets them gifts.” Momo tries her best to make up a good excuse as to why there’s no presents under their tree. She thinks it sounds a bit better than, ‘I’ve been lazy and haven’t wrapped anything yet’.

Mina looks down, Iggy making another appearance as she fiddles with his wings. Her mouth forms into a thin line, eyebrows knitted together as she thinks. She looks up after a few moments, big brown eyes staring straight into her mommy’s. “I can get you a p’esent den.”

Momo smiles and shakes her head. She wraps her arms tighter around Mina and presses a soft kiss on the crown of her head. “You don’t have to get me anything, sweet pea. You’re the only present I need.”

//

“Okay, sweet pea. Be good for me. I’ll be back soon. If you need anything, I’m right outside.” Momo leans down and kisses the side of Mina’s head. She gives her baby a small wave before heading outside to shovel the front walkway.

Once the door shuts and the lock turns, Mina gets up. She peers out the window and watches Momo’s retreating figure, shovel in hand. As soon as she’s got the shovel on the ground, Mina runs back to her bedroom.

Mina looks at all her toys and books scattered around her bedroom. She loves all the stuffies her mommy’s gotten her over the past few years and she plays with most of her toys, but she really wants to give her mommy something. It’ll make her mommy happy, and then maybe Santa will come early like at Nayeon and Jeongie’s house (Mina definitely doesn’t understand that Santa doesn’t visit early).

Iggy gets picked up and then sat back down on her bed immediately. There’s no way she could ever give Iggy away. Not even to her mommy. Mina looks through bags and boxes of toys and games, eventually finding a Barbie that Sana got her a year ago. Mina isn’t a big fan of Barbie, but she knows that her mommy loves Barbie.

Excitedly, Mina runs out of her room with the Barbie. She peeks out the window to make sure that Momo’s still shoveling before she grabs the wrapping paper out of the closet. She only has safety scissors to work with, but she’s sure she’ll be able to cut well enough with them.

Mina sits down and spreads the wrapping paper out. She lays the Barbie down in the middle and cuts around it. It takes a lot of concentration, a break to get hot chocolate from the kitchen, and a little too much tape.

By the time the Barbie’s wrapped up (in about a foot of wrapping paper and tape), Momo’s done shoveling. Mina hears footsteps outside of the door and quickly puts away the wrapping paper. She puts the Barbie under the tree and lays down on the couch with Iggy and her comforter.

“Right where I left you,” Momo says with a fond smile. She shakes off her coat and hangs it up before sitting down beside her baby. “Did you play with Iggy while I was gone, angel?”

Mina nods, a small smile on her lips as she nuzzles into Momo’s side. She knows that keeping secrets isn’t always nice, but she knows that this one’s a good secret.

“Mommy, look at dis!” Mina holds Iggy up, Barbie completely forgotten, and flips him in her hands, a proud smile on her face. Momo’s seen that little trick about a thousand times, but she’ll never get over how happy it makes her baby.

“Wow! That’s awesome, angel. Did Iggy learn that all by himself?” Momo asks, a laugh leaving her as Mina shakes her head and points at herself.

“No,” Mina giggles, “I uhm I teached him and uhm and I teached him out to do dis too.” She flips Iggy back and smiles wide when Momo applauds.

//

Momo puts Mina down for her nap. She usually has her sleep in her room, but since she fell asleep halfway through The Grinch, she let her stay. Momo tucks her baby’s comforter in a little, making sure that Iggy’s securely in Mina’s arms.

As she’s kneeling by the couch, Momo spots an oddly shaped Christmas gift. She knows that the tree didn’t have anything under it before she went out to shovel snow. She gently presses a kiss to Mina’s forehead before shuffling over to the tree.

Momo looks back to make sure Mina’s asleep before picking up the gift. She laughs softly at the heavy wrapping, the tag on it written in shaky handwriting: “For Mommy. From Meena.”

There’s still at least a week until Christmas, but as Momo sets the gift back under the tree, she thinks that it may come a couple days early this year.

[lil-mushr00m]

Shoto Todoroki Agere headcanons!

❄️has been tested repeatedly ever since he turned 13 for his classification

🔥Endeveor immediately forced him onto suppressants the minute he presented as a little. He wears patches constantly (much beyond the recommended times).

❄️a delay in his suppressants leaves him vulnerable to his own instincts. After being suprressed for years, he slips, and he slips hard. It lasts a solid week with him being unable to be coaxed out and left in the care of Aizawa and Hizashi until he inevitably ages up and is embarrassed and ashamed. With a bit of a heart to heart, Todoroki is taken off suppressants and adapts to regressing.

🔥His headspace age range is rocky. It hasn't quite solidified, but he usually regresses smaller, down to infant years and up to age three. He's a padded regressor.

❄️He's quiet, often falling nonverbal save for the occasional one word answer. He instead either uses baby sign language or leaves his gestures and whines up to interpretation.

🔥When he grows more comfortable he'll act out just because he feels safe enough to do so, but is absolutely all tears by the time his punishment is over (likely a timeout and soft speaking to, but that's enough to get him feeling guilty). He's definitely a bit sassy, too, eventually, which is to be expected.

❄️Usually regresses around Iida and Midoriya the most. Momo as well. They all got together to make him a schedule that's followed whether he's big or not, to create a sense of security of what's to come with their day. It's made weekly, depending on their classes and activities and incredibly detailed, color coded, and everything. He cherishes it.

🔥Furthermore, he absolutely has a behavior chart/mainly as an excuse for Him to put cute stickers on it. It's almost always filled with the brim.

❄️also, he is a velcro baby. He never wants to be let down or left alone, very clingy. Loves to sit with his caregivers when they're doing homework and what not

🔥He doesn't play alot, he enjoys coloring and listening to audio books/looking through picture books (or if his caregivers are up to it, being read to).

❄️when he's a bit older in headspace, he's definitely curious. His favorite word is "Why?" And loves when Midoriya will ramble for hours about everything, soaking in every word, even if his toddler brain doesn't actually understand any of it.

🔥His scent is likely a cool, fresh mint scent, with an undertone of a wintergreen tree.

[littlebkg]

REGRESSUARY DAY 1!!!

prompt is

Bathing/Washing

comfort, bathtime, crying

agere dabble: little momo + caregiver jirou

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the white empty tub fills with cool water, jirou tries her best to warm it up fast. but everything feels so cold, and momo feels herself blanking as she stares at the pale tiles against the tub. jirou touches momo’s shoulder, a comforting sudden warmth. their eyes meet.

“you okay?…” her voice soft, and her face with a small concerned frown.

momo melted immediately, a broken “yeah” cracking out of her.

“oh baby..” she cradles her body, and momo couldn’t help but sob. sob into her shoulder, clung onto her, wet fat tears rolled down her cheeks. a hand into her dark silk hair, running her hands though it.

“do you wanna talk about it, baby?…”

she sniffles in return. maybe later, after the tears are all out of her.

“bad day?..”

“mhm..” she mumbled, and jirou cooed back with a pout.

“my poor baby…” softly singing into momo’s ear. “i’m right here, mama is right here with you.” she wraps her arms around her, rocking her slightly as the warm water flowed the tub. the running water merged with the silence and soft humming.

“ill take you a nice bath, get you some bubbles and toys and you can play for however long you want. you’ll be so squeaky clean.” she murmurs against momo’s hair.

“then.. afterwards we can lay in bed and watch whatever you want, if you wanna talk about it then we can, but if not we can talk about it another day. how does that sound?” jirou rubbed her finger tips against momo’s back.

she nodded, “y yeah... i’d really like that… thank you..”

jirou sighs with a soft smile, relieved in calming her down, wiping her tears away with her earplugs. “it’s no problem, baby.. there’s no need to thank me.”

momo smiles weakly, somehow jirou always seemed to understand and comfort her. she made her feel real and cared for.

“m mommy..” she mumbled, in which jirou perked up.

momo always kind of found it hard to use pet names, it felt awkward or not right, and when she started regressing she loved being called baby and jirou calling herself her mama— but momo outright calling jirou any variation of mother was rare.

“yes, love?…” jirou mutters back, turning off the water to see the filled bubbly tub, placing small toys inside. which bubbles and foams at the surface.

“can you join me in the tub?…”

fin.

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note: ignore how this is dayssss late it’s been a tough birth month

[dragon-queen21]

Little Izuku w/ chronic pain + a handful of different caregivers

Awhile ago I really messed up my hip by being dumb and it’s never truly been the same, certain movements really hurt. Last few days have been really bad to the point that it hurts to walk.

~~~

~Chronic pain sucks. Having to deal with it at a young age was difficult, but manageable. Just another thing to deal with if you wanted to become a great hero. Izuku understood this, and for the most part was fine with it. Sure it sucked, and some days were worse than others, but overall he wasn’t one to complain.

~Having to deal with that same level of pain while mentally regressed to a two year old however is a different story.

~He's sore, and fussy, and he wants to get up and play but he can't because everything hurts.

~Shoto heating up his hands and running them over Izuku’s arms when he grows upset. Then switching to ice around every ten minutes or so. He’d put on a tv show and try to get the poor baby to relax a little, being so tense can’t be helping the pain any.

~Being overly sensitive whenever the temperature/weather changes because his hands hurt a lot. Momo makes him a cup of tea which soothes his hands at first but they’re still stiff and he drops the cup, shattering it and slipping further from a mixture of embarrassment, sorrow and pain. Momo makes a new cup, then goes to cuddle the baby boy, noting clearly that he’s too small to hold a cup himself and gets him a bottle instead.

~Uraraka waking him up from a nap. Izuku’s super excited to play because playtime got interrupted because he was getting too sleepy, plus fussy because it hurts to sit on the floor even of he really wants to. He swings out of bed quickly and ends up hurting his leg and being in pain.

~He doesn’t want to worry Uraraka, plus he wants to play, but she notices anyways when he refuses to walk without whimper. She hushes him, and carries him instead, gently calling him her ‘little baby bunny’

~Having a classmate microwave a heating pad for him. It’s a very boring plain one, so one day Kaminari decides to get his friend a better one as a present. So the next time there’s a really bad pain day he surprises the little with a heaty stuffed animal in the shape of a bunny which baby Izu adores.

[tdoong15]

i really love your stories they are so cuteee can you do one of autistic!momo and cg!sana pleasee and she has a little raccoon stuffie thank youuu💖💖

Hiiii thank you so much of course I will do that (≧∇≦)/

Littlend!Momo. Cg!Sana

Warnings: none

Momo + Barbie

The day started out like any other, except for the fact that Sana wasn't woken up by the sound of her alarm clock, instead it was by an upset Momo who was clearly desperate for the other girl. “Mama! ‘ake up, Bawbie is gone!” Momo repeatedly shakes Sana, her missing toy wasn't actually a Barbie doll she was genuinely referring to her favorite raccoon plushie which she dubbed Barbie.

Initially, Sana was planning on staying asleep since she was incredibly tired but when she heard what was missing she quickly shot up and got out of her bed. “Do you know where you last put him, Momoring?” Sana asks as she holds Momo's hand while walking to the little's room. “Nuh uh, mama.” Momo shakes her head for further emphasis.

When the duo reached Momo's room, Sana opened the door and she immediately went on the hunt for the raccoon plushie because she knew how much it meant to Momo. Sana was rummaging through anything and everything she could as she was determined to find Barbie. Momo watched on from the sidelines, the girl started to get increasingly more and more nervous and panicked to the point that she was nervously stimming by picking at her hands.

“I FOUND BARBIE!” Sana declares as she raises the raccoon plushie high up in the air, her hair was a complete mess but she didn't care, what mattered to Sana was Momo's expression changing into one of relief and joy. “Barbie!! Mama you're da best!” Momo says as she hugs the plushie and Sana since she was very grateful of the fact her comfort toy was found.

Sana smiles widely as she returns the tight hug, she knew that Momo enjoyed pressure so she hugged the little with a lot of pressure but not so she was squashing Momo. “You're welcome, Momoring. Now that we've found Barbie, how about we go play together?” Sana suggests which earned her an eager nod coming from Momo before she ran towards the living room.

The caregiver tried her best to catch up but it was a bit difficult when she had to deal with Momo basically becoming The Flash. “I never knew you could move that quick, Momoring.” Sana says through breaths when she actually caught up to Momo. “Mama is so slow!” Momo laughs loudly as she sits on the floor. Sana couldn't help but laugh too, she felt like Momo's laugh was contagious and she couldn't stop herself from laughing as soon as she heard it.

Once they finished laughing, Sana sits down on the floor in front of Momo and they start a game of princesses and knights, which includes Momo and Barbie being the princesses and Sana being the knight in shining armor that saves them both from imaginary dragons that guard the tower. The dragons in question were actually Momo's dogs, Boo and Dobby, and the castle was simply the couch.

“Mama dats cheating!” Momo yells as she sees Sana distract the dragons by giving them treats. “Hmm? I think that I'm only using my initiative.” Sana responds with a giggle which only got her an unamused look from Momo. “Nuh uh, you gotta do it again.” Momo shakes her head as Boo and Dobby head back over to the duo.

After many attempts and Momo making up random rules, Sana was able to rescue Princess Momo from the evil (lazy) dragons. “What do you want-” Sana was going to finish her sentence before she got interrupted by her little girl. “ ‘m hungwry mama!” Momo responds in a loud tone while she starts to pick at Sana’s shirt with one hand while the other hand was holding Barbie and petting her dogs.

“Okay, how about we cook together?” Sana suggests which earned a nod to come from Momo. With that in mind, Sana picks up the little and she goes to the kitchen. “I wanna have pasta, mama” Momo requests as she is placed on the floor. Sana paused so she could think about what she would do, in the end she decided to make a simple spaghetti bolognese since it was something that she made with Momo a lot.

What was meant to be Sana attempting to cook by herself, turned out to be Momo helping by giving directions, she occasionally helped out with the actual making of her lunch such as preparing the pasta or mixing the sauce until it was sorted out. From time to time Sana would hear that she's not doing something correctly but she would quickly change her style for the one that Momo approved of.

After everything was made, Sana knew how to plate up the food perfectly since it was one of the things she knew what to do the best in the kitchen. “Does this look good, Momoring?” Sana asks while she presents the food to Momo, who smiles widely and nods her head quickly.

“Come on, we've gotta go eat now, Barbie.” Momo tells her raccoon plushie as she happily hops over to the table so she could eat with her plushie and mama. Sana has a small and soft smile on her face as she carefully carries the plates over to the table, trying her best in not tripping on anything. Thankfully it worked and she was able to enjoy a good meal with her little girl, who she sometimes helped with because she wanted her mouth to stay at least moderately clean.

Helloooo I'm sorry for not posting but recently I've been having major writers block and I've just not been able to think of anything. Work also get in my way and now I'm also back at college now, so I don't actually know what will happen I'll probably be able to write things though, so that's good. Anyway I hope you all enjoyed and you have a great day/evening/night

[yootdong]

Healing December (pt.2)

mina chuckled hearing chaeyoung's voice «i think they've arrived» while sana just come closer to her to seek warmth

«Tired unnie» and Mina smiled at how tiny she looked right now

«honey!» yelled chaeyoung entering the room and then throwing herself on the bed between her sisters «two honeys here!»

«hi chaeng» smiled mina

«hii unnie, sana unnie we bought you stuff, wake up!» and sana now was more awake than ever, bringing all her attention to the youngest

but before chae could say anything jihyo entered the room and seeing the position of the younger she laughed «what are you guys up to? chae jeongyeon unnie was looking for you, you need to change»

«uff, fineee» the youngest huffed going back upstairs

«Be careful on the stairs» Jihyo said before going to change too

when the singer came back mina and sana were sleeping again so the older one threw herself next to Sana, who unlike Mina would not have slept that night if she had continued like this «booo!»

sana jumped slightly, opening her eyes and then grabbing jihyo's sweatshirt «why are you still sleeping, huh?» but the girl didn’t answer still too sleepy to deal with the older one

«It looks so comfortable» Mina sighed as she looked at her unnie in her pajamas

«jeongyeon surely brought yours too baby» Jihyo reassured her

«i’ll go up and get it in a moment» Mina said and then curled up in the blanket again

«hey I have some clementines, do you want them?» Jihyo then said to Sana, knowing how much the younger one loved the fruit

«Yay!» the little girl screamed excitedly, forgetting about how cold and sleepy she was the moment Jihyo handed her the bag with the fruits «i’m too happy now unnie!» Sana laughed

«i know princess» giggled the older one

«Mina look! they got clementines!” and the slightly older japanese just smiled at sana running a hand through her hair

«appa jeongy is upstairs, right?» she then asked jihyo

«mhm, if you go up tell her to go down and retrieve the princess, I don't think she’s very inclined to get up» said jihyo seeing the girl curl up back in bed and making Mina giggle

and Mina went up finding Nayeon explaining to Momo how to make the bread plate while the older was holding Tzuyu in her arms «it’s burnt eomma!» Momo teased her

«it's not burnt, it's just... the beans»

then she saw Jeongyeon entering the room holding Dahyun's hand as she carried Chae

«What's this burning smell? what did you burn?»

«smells burnyy» giggled Dahyun running to her mom and leaning against Momo «fish bread! appa look! they made fish bread!»

«made? more like they set it on fire» laughed jeongyeon

«’inari!» shouted chaeyoung seeing mina walking to them while jeongyeon sited on the bug couch

«here’s my minari, did you sleep well?» nayeon asked wrapping an arm around the girl

«mhmh, is my jammies in the suitcase?» mina asked shyly

«of course sweetie, do you wanna take it now or later?»

«later» she said sitting next to momo «oh appa! jihyo unnie said that um you have to go downstairs to to take sana-chan»

«mh guess someone doesn't want to get out of bed huh? thank you for telling me baby» Jeongyeon said placing chae on the sofa between mina and Dahyun and going downstairs

«hey, what's going on here?» jeongyeon asked making Jihyo, who was sorting out her pajamas, turn towards her

«your princess over there» she replied pointing to Sana who was lying on the bed on her stomach hugging the bag of clementines

[c0smic-h0rr0r]

howdy!!

I saw your agere todoroki hcs and was wondering!!

could you do cg momo (if you do cgs)? /nf!!

☀️I can do that!!🌠

☄️CG!Momo Headcanons🌙

⚠️TW: insecurity, implied emotional neglect

• Tea parties! She takes them very seriously, acting the part with her little and making it fun for them everytome they have a tea party. She lets them use real tea, but it has to cool off to what she thinks is a safe temperature first!

• She frequently finds herself doubting her abilities as a caregiver and wonders why her little trusts her to take care of them so much

• She can't resist spoiling her little whenever the opportunity arises, they're the most spoiled kiddo ever. She makes them whatever they want, and also buys them whatever they want. It doesn't help that she can't say no to puppy dog eyes.

• She makes little gear like toys, stuffed animals, blankets, pacifiers, bottles, etc. but, she also loves buying things, so she buys gear for her little too!

• She often doesn't realize she's being overbaring with the gift giving, because that's how she was raised.

• She worries that she won't give her little enough attention, because her parents were often too busy to hang out with her growing up. She doesn't want her little to experience that.

⭐°• Sorry this isn't as long as my Shoto headcanons, I don't know as much about Momo! •°🪐

I actually kind of liked this, if anyone wants a moodboard and some headcanons for an MHA character, send in a request! 🪐⭐