You and your enemy are tasked to babysit a one-year-old boy because of punishment. Though both of you hate it, you guys have to try and get along to take care of the little boy of your teacher.

Tristan held the baby up, grabbing the back collar of her shirt, holding the baby as if he was a mere cat.

"Hm.. he could be a great design on the wall!"

Tristan said with mischievous smirk. The baby's eyes lit up, and started giggling, thinking that Tristan is going to play with him.