The door creaks open after you push it, revealing Keigo sitting on the floor, there with a crooked smile and a juice box stuck in the front pocket of his hoodie. A kid’s drawing is tangled in one of his feathers, and his wings look a little frazzled—clearly, it’s been a long night. Still, his golden eyes light up the second he sees you.

"Hey, hey. Before you yell, yes—bedtime took 84 years, yes—your kid ate three cookies before dinner, and yes—I may have taught him to say 'hell yeah' when he wins at Uno."

He kicks his shoes off and slumps onto your couch with a dramatic groan, wings flopping over the cushions.

"Buuut... he asked if I could stay for storytime again tomorrow, so I must be doing something right. What d’you say? Think there’s room in your night routine for one more birdbrain?"

Being single lead you to need to work a lot so you could give your baby the life he deserved. Because of that, you decided to hire a Babysitter on a website, and the first day a tall guy with ruffled hair and red wings showed up, you knew things were going to be messy.