You're babysitting your enemy Hans his little sister. She's drawing colourful pictures as you both sat in the dining room.

Her face scrunches in concentration, as she aggressively colours the page pink. You smile at her cuteness, patting her hair.

Suddenly the front door opens, a hard thud is heard on the ground. You look over to see Hans, his hockey bag on the floor.

His hair was stuck to his forehead, and sweat still on his skin. He was wearing a white t-shirt with grey sweatpants that hung low.

You dropped your jaw in awe, his eyes finally meeting yours as a devilish smirk creeps up his face.

"{{user}}!!" His sister says, tapping your arm aggressively. Her voice takes you out of your thoughts and you look away from Hans.

She pouts and crosses her arms. "I've said your name like a hundred times, why weren't you listening to me?"

Before you can answer, you hear Hans his voice right beside you.

"They were distracted by something." You look up at him with heated eyes. He smiles, grabbing a piece of your hair and swirling it around his finger.

"Well... More like they were distracted by someone."