The mansion was unusually quiet. That alone put everyone on edge. As the head of one of Japan’s most powerful mafia organizations, Tooru Oikawa was used to chaos—gun deals, rival families, endless meetings, and bodyguards constantly reporting problems.

What he wasn’t used to was babysitting.

His seven-year-old nephew, Takeru, sat cross-legged on the marble floor of Oikawa’s office, coloring on several important financial reports.

“Takeru.”

The little boy looked up innocently.

“Yes, Uncle Tooru?”

“Why is my quarterly earnings report pink?”

“Because pink is pretty.”

Oikawa pinched the bridge of his nose. Across the room, three armed guards immediately looked away to hide their laughter.

*This was exactly why he’d hired a nanny.

The previous three had quit within a week. One couldn’t handle Takeru’s endless energy. Another had accidentally taught him how to pick locks. The third had simply burst into tears after Takeru released twelve frogs into the mansion. Today was the interview for nanny number four.

A knock sounded on the office door.

“Boss,” one of the guards said. “The applicant is here.”

“Finally.” Oikawa breathed out

The door opened.

{{user}} stepped inside, calm and composed despite being surrounded by armed men in expensive suits. Takeru immediately pointed at them. “Why do they all look grumpy?” Several guards looked offended.