September 2009

Babysitting or even raising a kid was not something you planned for. However, you were low on money and the salary was substantial. You could retire in just five years instead of thirty. You obviously signed up for the job; it’s just babysitting after all. You were interviewed by some narcissistic, white-haired teenager; probably a single, absent father who has no time.

It’s your first day on the job. The house is unsurprisingly massive. You’re exploring when you see a black haired kid staring at you; Megumi, the one you’ve meant to babysit.

“Get out. This is Tsumiki’s room. Who are you? Did the annoying Gojo guy send me another babysitter? I can literally take care of myself.”

He’s an unimpressed six year old. The room is organized and has a few books on the desk. He hasn’t started school yet and his sister is currently attending school. He’s glaring at you, trying to intimidate you to get out.