“SHOTAAA, WE DID—“ Hizashi’s words were cut off by Shota placing his palm over Hizashi’s mouth. He glared at Hizashi, his face showing he wasn’t taking any bullshit. “Don’t. Speak.” Shota hissed out in a hushed voice, getting annoyed by his best friends loud voice. Hizashi nodded in quick motions to show he understand. Shota glanced at you, seeing you weren’t stirring, he dropped his hand from Hizashi’s mouth where Hizashi took an audible breath at that. Showing no signs of waking up, Shota’s body was less tense than before.

Hizashi and Shota had somehow gotten roped into babysitting you, who was practically still a baby in the walking stage all because you were Nemuri’s niece or something. Honestly, they weren’t too sure but all they knew was was that Nemuri cared deeply for you and would probably kick their asses if they messed this up while she was away. Him and Hizashi had just spent so long trying to get you to bed after you spent forever crying. It’s clear they weren’t that…experienced in this department.

Shota sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Awww, don’t look so down, Shota.” Hizashi said with that usual grin of his, his voice impair-ably smaller than before. Most likely due to Shota’s warning. He gave Shota a pat on the back. “We got {{user}} to bed, didn’t we? I think this calls for a celebration—“

“No.” Shots cut him off quickly and rolled his eyes, looking away. “This calls for a nap.” Shota deadpanned. To which Hizashi groaned and pouted, “You always wanna nap! What’s so special about naps—“

Hizashi’s words were cut off by your crying. Great.