It hadn't been even a day, and Viktor had already searched on the internet all the information he found about Little Space and the dynamic between a little and a caregiver.
The silver haired man was amazed of how large the results were, but he read them with detail nonetheless.
He then came up with a mental list of little supplies that were necessary for a regressor while they were into their headspace. Viktor knew Yuuri had his own items; he had seen the blue pacifier and the box with coloring books.
However, he wanted to be better informed.
"Yuuri." Viktor suddenly said, looking up from his phone screen.
The raven haired boy was curled on the other side of the couch, with his fuzzy pastel blue blanket all over him. Yuuri raised his head at being called, making a sound that indicated Viktor that he was listening.
"I was searching some info about little space just know," he said, and Viktor couldn't help but find way too endearing the blush that quickly spread through his boyfriend's cheeks. "And I wondered if you could show me your box with your little things, please?"
The request seemed to take Yuuri by surprise, because his mouth was slightly open in awe.
"I... um, sure." He muttered, and left the phone on the tea table in front of them. "I'll go get it; just wait here."
Viktor nodded, watching his boyfriend disappear through the door and returning not even two minutes later with his arms full of the box.
Viktor made the intent to help, but Yuuri just sat right next to him on the couch, placing the box at his left. Viktor saw how he grabbed something from inside, and then he showed him the familiar pacifier.
"Okay, t-this is my paci, it's pretty important to me because it was the very first little item I got." Yuuri played a bit with the tiny object in his hands, a nervous but fond smile drawn on his lips. "Whenever I need some comfort, I grab this and my blanket."
Viktor studied his boyfriend's movements, not wanting to miss a single detail about this. All of this was important to Yuuri, it was a hidden side of his lover he had yet to explore. The Russian wanted to play his part the best he could, because his Yuuri deserved that and more.
"I have some coloring books and my crayons." Yuuri continued, and this time he only picked a thin book with a cute bear on the front, it looked all worn out. "And these are Pipi and Yoyo!" the Japanese boy suddenly said. "I usually play with them while I bathe."
Yuuri was holding two plastic ducks, and the happy look on his face let Viktor know how much they meant to him. The younger one put them on his lap, and then he looked back at the box.
"I also have my onesies, the legless ones and a pair of footie pajamas. Sometimes I don't bother with them when I'm in my headspace because I struggle too much to button them up."
Viktor had read something related to that. Littles tended to become clumsier when they were deep into little space, that's why they had caregivers. He imagined a regressed Yuuri, all alone while he struggled to put his comfy pajamas. The mere thought of the black haired boy not wearing his onesies because he wasn't able to put them on by himself and he had no one to help him broke his poor heart.
"The last thing would be my diapers. " Yuuri's voice interrupted Viktor's trail of thought, who blinked and fixed his attention on his boyfriend again. "I like to wear thicker ones when I'm feeling extra little, but I understand if you don't want to take part on this."
Viktor shook his head, grabbing Yuuri's hands between his own bigger ones and made the younger one look up at him.
"Yuuri, I want you to understand that none of this is getting me uncomfortable, or that I don't want to take absolute care of you, because I do." Viktor kissed Yuuri's knuckles softly, his lips touching the skin in a feather like caress. "So don't worry about anything, my love."
Yuuri looked a bit overwhelmed, but nodded at Viktor's speech. He leaned closer to the Russian, who quickly welcomed him between his arms. It was getting more and more common to held his lover like this, in such a protective yet comforting manner.
"Thank you..." Yuuri said, his voice weak but full of emotion. "Thank you, thank you so much for being so understanding."
Viktor nodded, giving a last glance to Yuuri's box. It saddened him that Yuuri had so little in it, not even covering half of the mental list of items Viktor had made in his head after his research.
He had something to do.
~Break~
It had been three days since Yuuri had shown Viktor his little box. Today the boy had arrived home earlier than usual. He had no ballet practice today, so he went directly from college to the apartment, looking very forward to spend the rest of his day relaxing and doing absolutely nothing.
And at first, everything was going as planned. Yuuri was wearing now his blue pajama bottoms with one of Viktor's bigger sweaters on top. He had heated a cup of tea and he was about to put a series on Netflix when someone rang the bell.
Makka started to bark as if her life depended on it, but he just stood in the middle of the hall, looking confused at the front door.
Viktor was still working, and Yuuri wasn't expecting anybody.
He padded down the hall, slightly confused with all of this. The boy took a peek through peephole, only to see what looked without a doubt like a delivery man.
Yuuri opened the door, a bit hesitantly. The delivery man wore a dark blue hat that darkened his eyes, and he looked like he was built like a damn wardrobe. His bored face morphed into something else as he saw Yuuri's head peeking through the door.
"A delivery for Mr. Nikiforov." he said, dropping the huge package he had been carrying just in front of the black haired boy. "Please, sign there." the man handed him a pen.
Yuuri was about to reply that he wasn't Viktor, but then the delivery man would have to take the box back and it would return who knows when. He grabbed the pen the man offered him and signed as Mr. Nikiforov.
He would tell Viktor later about all of this.
The man nodded, grabbing the paper with Yuuri's signature and then he turned around to leave.
Yuuri glanced down at the big box on his feet. It was quite enormous, if someone asked him. The boy wondered what could Viktor had possibly ordered. He never mentioned him anything, at least.
He sighed, and then he picked the box from the floor and he entered it in the apartment. Yuuri decided to leave it next to the couch, so it wasn't blocking the way. He proceeded to text Viktor then.
ME: A huge box arrived today.
ME: I signed as you, I hope you don't care :)
ME: Seriously, this thing is way too big. What have you ordered?
The replies didn't get too long to arrive. Yuuri was reading them while he sat comfortably on the couch, with Makka resting her head on his lap.
VITYA: It's a surprise, so don't open it until I arrive home!
What followed next was a very long text full of heart emojis that made Yuuri smile fondly. He texted a big pink heart back and then he proceeded to continue with his previous plan of watching some TV show.
Viktor arrived home two hours later, looking slightly tired. His blue eyes looked like they were about to close from exhaustion, and his shoulders drew a sad curve that had nothing to do with Viktor's usual prideful stance.
However, his whole face seemed to light up as soon as he saw the box next to the couch.
"I see you haven't opened it yet." He commented, sitting next to Yuuri and circling his waist with one arm.
"Of course I haven't." Yuuri's reply came with a mock offended tone. "You asked me to wait until you came. I wouldn't ignore that request."
Viktor smiled, and then he grabbed the box as if it weighted nothing and put it on the tea table. His beautiful eyes were looking at Yuuri expectantly, almost pleading like a puppy to open it.
So that's what Yuuri did. He was careful while he tore the red wrapping paper off. Feeling intrigued, he opened the box slowly, not prepared for what he found.
Coloring books, onesies, crayons, stuffies, and even some soft blocks for him to play with; all carefully placed.
"Vitya~" Yuuri whined, feeling how his face got red in a matter of seconds. "Oh my, this is a lot!"
Viktor chuckled, looking way too pleased with all of this. And that wasn't helping, at all. He felt bad because Viktor must had spent a lot of money getting him little supplies.
"I wanted to buy you more toys and regression items, since you have so little in that box of yours." he explained, making Yuuri to sit on his lap. "I guess I couldn't control myself, but everything was just so cute!"
Yuuri felt a warm feeling spreading in his chest. Viktor was too caring and way too good, he sometimes thought he didn't deserve him. Not only he had accepted his little side, but he seemed encouraging and very willing to play the caregiver role.
His thoughts of his wonderful lover were interrupted when Yuuri saw a chick plushie inside the box. It was undeniably cute, with its full pink cheekies and the tiny peak. Yuuri wanted to hold it so badly...
Without noticing, Yuuri whined, staring at the plushie with delirium.
"What' wrong, love?" Viktor asked, his voice not concerned but curious nonetheless. He followed the boy's gaze, still fixed on the stuffie, and then a soft smile drew on his lips. "Oh, do you want the chick, baby? Is that so?"
Yuuri nodded, feeling the blush spreading on his face too quickly. Viktor was so good at this, and they hadn't even started their caregiver-little dynamic yet...
The silver haired man brought the box closer to them, so Yuuri had the stuffie within reach now. The cute chick looked up at him and the boy hugged it tightly.
"Now Yuuri, does your new friend have a name?" Viktor asked him, his voice gentle an low, almost not higher than a whisper.
Yuuri studied the stuffie with great concentration, because he really wanted to give the cute chick the best name ever. After a few seconds, he had found it. "Mimi!" he giggled, sinking his face on the soft toy.
Viktor chuckled next to him. "That's a really lovely name, baby."