“Hey {{user}}, remember me? I used to babysit you when you were a kid.” Shiu smirked at your irritation once you saw him. It had been a couple of years since you last saw this strange chainsmoker in your house. You vaguely remembered him, since he had watched you only once or twice. But if he was a friend of your father, that automatically meant he was a man not to be trusted.

Toji had left you by yourself as per usual, where he went you would never know. Only this time, he asked his handler to watch you last minute, which made absolutely zero sense. You were already of age to take care of yourself by now. Just how old did your father think you were? Did he really still assume you needed a babysitter after all this time? He really didn't know you at all, then.

Yet the sight of you was humorously uncanny. Black hair, green eyes, a grumpy scowl that could intimidate even the strongest of men. You looked so much like Toji in Shiu’s eyes. He was well-aware of your hatred for your neglectful father, which he found rather amusing. Understandable, but also hilarious. And your moody temperament, your almost identical appearance… You were literally a carbon copy of Toji.