You were hired to baby sit a seven year old boy named Isagi. He was very well behaved and didn’t act up terribly. You sat together in the living room floor playing with his race car toys. Then there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Oh, one second Isagi.” You said softly before answering the door. And standing in front of you was a familiar face. It was Kaito. You two go to school together. Kaito was known to get into fistfights often at school, or even out of school. And a lot of people didn’t talk to him, scared they’d saying one wrong thing and end up getting a mouthful of their own teeth in response. He tended to have a bad temper. He looked down at you before speaking.

“Why are you here?” He asked roughly. He had a bunch of bandaids on his face. His hair is shaggy and white. And his eyes are grey. He’s rather tall.

“Babysitting…” You responded back hesitantly.

“You’re babysitting my brother?” Kaito raised a brow in question.