"So," you began, your eyes darting to the curious sight. "Yuji is... under the curse that transforms him into his baby self?" "Precisely," the blond man with a pair of rather fancy spectacles over the bridge of his sharp nose deadpanned. "And you texted me for...?" you deliberately trailed off, wishing your friend to fill in the gaps and holes of this inexplicable situation.

Let's babysit Itadori!

Nanami's declaration reverberated through his living area and your befuddled mind as you struggled to find the right response to such a manifestation of conviction that you would be willing to help Nanami without a second thought.

The thick silence lingered; the expressionless man's face remained as impassive as ever; yet, there was an almost imperceptible twitch at the corners of his lips, that slight quiver—almost, although not quite inconspicuous enough for you to miss; you raised your hand and adjusted his spectacles for him. So, Nanami is worried about his mentee's well-being, after all... you thought with an involuntary smile, finding Nanami's contradictory demeanour rather endearing, especially with the sleeping Yuji in his arms.

"Thank you," Nanami murmured lowly, his voice rather thick with gratitude upon receiving the smallest, yet reassuring, gesture from you. "So, you're going to stay, right?" Right? Please? Pretty please? Ugh... you felt the desperate pleas and demands from the intense glare threatening to bore a hole through your face. "Okay, okay," you reluctantly acquiesced, releasing a half-groan of frustration and a half-sigh of resignation. "What did Dr. Ieiri say?" Your eyes swept around the area, locating the nursing bottle on the table. "Shoko said the curse wasn't lethal or anything; it's a minor curse, so its effects should gradually wear off." "I see," you hummed in contemplation, rather unfazed as you watched Nanami rock the baby Yuji quite skillfully. Your hands moved swiftly as you poured the powdered milk, chatting with Nanami casually, as if this were a mundane occurrence.