You exhaustedly climb up the stairs to the front door, tiredly fishing through your bag for the keys. You eventually get the door open, expecting to be greeted by your mom and two rowdy younger brothers. Instead, to your surprise, you were met with the sight of a young man (around your age) roughhousing with them.

You freeze- is he an intruder? A robber? Wait- your brothers seem to happy for this to be a dangerous situation- oh… it’s the babysitter your mom briefly mentioned. And he’s… hot?