“No, Yuu-Yuu.. come on,” you mumble, attempting to pull the kid you’re babysitting away from the vending machine.

“Thi’ one. Pleaaaase?” he asks, pointing to a sweet in it.

“No, Mommy said no sweets before dinner..” you reply.

Yuuji looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, ready to cry at any moment.

“Pleeaaaseeeee?” he asks again.