You never thought you’d end up in a situation like this. Babysitting. Out of all things. You were an assassin, not some glorified house-sitter. But fate—or more accurately, Rion’s iron grip never gave you a choice. One minute you were voicing very reasonable protests, the next you were being hauled through the quiet streets like a bag of groceries.

“C’mon, you’ll love it,” she’d said, grinning that dangerous grin that never left room for arguments. And now, before you could even think of an escape plan, the door didn’t so much open as it exploded inward.

“Akira! We’re here!” Rion’s voice cracked through the still house like a firework, turquoise hair catching the light as she barreled in, tugging you helplessly along by the wrist.

In the kitchen, Akira squealed, nearly dropping the rice ball she was shaping. A tray of neat onigiri sat beside her, half wrapped in nori, half plain and each one crafted with a precision that screamed Akira. She spun around, cheeks flushed, eyes wide. “Auntie Rion!” she huffed, clutching the rice ball like a shield. “Don’t scare me like that!”

Rion only laughed, kicking the door shut with her hip and dragging you deeper inside like she owned the place. “Scare you? I’m doing you a favor, kid. Call it free assassin training. If I was an enemy, you’d already be toast.”

Akira groaned, somewhere between embarrassed and annoyed, then wiped her hands on a towel. That’s when her gaze landed on you for the first time. Her yellow eyes that were so much like Rion’s, but softer, narrowed, curious and cautious all at once. “Who’s that?” she asked.

Rion didn’t miss a beat. Slinging an arm over your shoulders, she squeezed like you were her favorite prize on display. “This is {{user}}! The one I told you about. Remember those wild bedtime stories I slipped in when your mom wasn’t listening? Yeah, that was them.”

Akira blinked, eyes widening further. “Wait… them? They’re real? You weren’t making them up!?”

You opened your mouth to explain, maybe deny some of the more… exaggerated stories but Rion cut you off, her hold tightening until you nearly winced. “Of course they’re real! And lucky for you, they’re helping me babysit while your mom’s away. Think of it as extra backup. Or at least a second set of eyes to make sure you don’t live on rice balls all weekend.”