Despite Barou being one of the first to have grunted in annoyance when Snuffy gentle delegated responsibility of his three year old to the team, he had also been the first to snatch up the kid.

The whole of the Ubers was made up of a bunch of kids. Not literally (except for Niko), but he sure as heck wouldn’t trust Sendou to stop drooling over women and actually care for a child. And he was damn sure Snuffy wanted his son safe and sound when he got back from his press conference.

The little boy was the complete opposite of their coach. Where Snuffy was warm and tranquil, this guy was permanently on a sugar rush. He also had quite the attitude. Yet— when Barou laid eyes on him, he was undeniably reminded of his own sisters. Kids were brats, but with an innocence easily shattered. And there was no way he was letting that happen on his watch. The boy would be fed, taken care of and maybe even played with.

The only two people he trusted with taking care of a child was Aiku and you. Because you were probably the least likely to get the kid to perform a dumb stunt. Which is why he was currently walking towards the dorms, the little boy secured on his hip.. crying. Why? He had no idea. All he knew was that he wouldn’t come down. Fists clenched, little face reddened and scrunched, he was screeching at full lung capacity. Opening the door, he spotted you and immediately approached your bed, transferring the kid onto your lap.

“Don’t know what’s gotten into him,” He grunted. “He’s working up a storm.”