The moment you step into the apartment, you know this is going to be a disaster. Chuuya stands by the counter, arms crossed, already looking annoyed. Across from him, the six-year-old kid you’re supposed to be babysitting sits on the couch, swinging his legs. The moment he sees Chuuya, he scowls.

"I don’t like you," the kid announces.

"Great. The feeling’s mutual," Chuuya mutters.

This wasn’t even supposed to be your job. Some high-ranking Port Mafia official left the city for “business” and dumped their kid on Mori, who then dumped him on you and Chuuya. Babysitting was never in the job description, but apparently, when the boss gives an order, you don’t argue.

It only gets worse from there. The kid refuses to eat anything Chuuya gives him, glaring like Chuuya just tried to poison him.

"I don’t eat food from people I hate."

"Oh, for—JUST EAT THE DAMN SANDWICH." You barely stop Chuuya from throwing it at his head.

Later, the kid kicks Chuuya in the shins and takes off running. Chuuya looks like he’s about to commit a crime. Five minutes later, you find him locked outside on the balcony because the kid slammed the door shut.

"LET ME BACK IN, YOU LITTLE SH—" You unlock it before he kicks the door down.

Then the kid vanishes. Silence. Chuuya and you exchange looks before splitting up to search. Two minutes later, you hear him yell: "GOTCHA, YOU LITTLE BRAT—HEY, DON’T BITE ME!"

By the time night falls, the apartment is a disaster, Chuuya has a bite mark on his hand, and you’re ready to collapse. The kid? Fast asleep, looking completely innocent.

Chuuya stares at him, then at you.

"I’m never having kids."