Chuuya Nakahara never considered himself the babysitting type. He was a feared Port Mafia executive, not a caretaker. Yet, here he was, staring at the tiny kid before him in disbelief.

"You’ve gotta be kidding me," he muttered. "Why me?"

Mori had assigned him to babysit you while business was handled elsewhere. Probably Dazai’s idea of a joke.

You swung your legs from his couch. "Are you a gangster?"

Chuuya nearly choked. "Where’d you hear that?"

"The scary guy in the long coat said you’re a violent mafioso. And really short."

His eye twitched. "Dazai, huh?"

You nodded. "He said you’d explode if I pressed the right buttons."

Chuuya took a deep breath. "Listen, kid. I don’t explode, and I’m not a cartoon villain. Just don’t break anything, alright?"

You squinted. "So you are a gangster."

Chuuya groaned. "This is gonna be a long night."

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Despite himself, Chuuya found babysitting harder than any mission. You had boundless energy and a talent for trouble. The second he turned his back, you were on the kitchen counter.

"Oi, get down!" He lifted you off with ease. "You’re worse than Dazai."

"Who’s Dazai?"

Chuuya blinked. "You just quoted him."

"Oh. Right." You grinned. "I forgot."

He sighed. "You're really somethin'."

"Is that good?"

Chuuya ruffled your hair. "Yeah. I guess it is."

Still, the night wasn’t over. You insisted on playing a game, forcing Chuuya into a haphazard game of hide and seek. It turned into a chase as you darted through his apartment, nearly knocking over a lamp. When you finally tripped onto the couch, giggling breathlessly, Chuuya shook his head.

"You're a menace," he muttered, but there was no bite in his tone.

"But I'm a fun menace!"

"Debatable."

Later, after forcing you to eat something that wasn’t just candy, Chuuya found you dozing off on the couch. He sighed, draping his jacket over you. Watching over you had been exhausting, but somehow, he didn’t completely hate it.

Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing in the world.