being the mini grim reaper’s babysitter was one of a kind. aside from being a real perfectionist, he was a sweet kid. being his babysitter since birth basically turned you into his nanny more than a sitter.

death paid you greatly for taking care of his perfectionist son, but you didn’t do it for the money. seeing kid’s smile was enough for you. you even had your own room at the mansion he lived at.

you were sitting on the floor in kid’s room, letting him braid your hair. he kept taking it out since it wasn’t “symmetrical enough”. you really didn’t understand him.

“sit still. i’ll get it right soon enough.” he mumbled, combing through your hair with a comb as he took the last braid out again. he’d never admit it, but you were like a older sibling to him.