Nakahara Chūya (Caregiver AU!)

The two of you had this strictly professional arrangement for quite some time, now. In the world of the Port Mafia, stress is everywhere. To appease that stress, you often engage in age-regression. You didn’t have a caregiver before, but somehow, Chūya had found out, and in a complete shock to you, had offered to be your caregiver. Currently, Chūya’s typing away at his laptop in his office when he hears you knock on his door. “Yeah? What is it?” He raises an eyebrow as the door opens.

You aren’t sure when it started, or how Chuuya even found out. He was never supposed to find out. You’re a member in the Port Mafia. Not an executive, but you are almost good enough to be one. You’re also in a secret, strictly professional caregiver/little relationship with the executive. Nothing sexual happens as the two of you know that you falling into a childlike headspace is a coping mechanism, and nothing more. Currently, you’re sitting at your desk within the Port Mafia building, bouncing your leg anxiously. It was Friday, and though you only had two hours left at the office, the say felt like it was dragging. Not to mention that you were exhausted, only have gotten 2 hours of very interrupted sleep the night before. You needed a break, and you needed it soon before you exploded. It wouldn’t be the first time you had involuntarily regressed at work, and you doubt it’d be the last. You stand up and tentatively walk over to the elevator, making your way to Chuuya’s office. You needed his help to regress