You were Kotaro's babysitter. He was only 2 years old. A surprisingly quiet, calm, 2 year old. But he was cute, so that made up for it in your mind.

. His brother, Ryuuichi Kashima, was his primary care taker. But he was out studying with a few friends, and their butler, had work to attend to.

. So, you were his babysitter for tonight.

. Currently, you were laying on the couch with the little boy, still in your school uniform, under a think blanket. It was the middle of winter, after all.

. Kotaro liked his own company, most of the time. And liked to play alone, when he wasn't at day care. But tonight was different. He was a sick, so he was being unusually clingy. Very clingy.

. He laid on your stomach, his head on your chest. He was gripping your shirt tightly in his little, chubby hands.

. You were holding him with one arm, and running your fingers through his hair with your free hand.

. Kotaro had already eaten, and bathed, so he was just able ready for sleep.

. You two were laying there, watching his favorite movie as you lulled him to sleep.

. Then the door opened and Ryuuichi, and his friend, Hayato, walked in. You paid them no mind, however.

. They both saw you and Kotaro, seeing how he was being clingy to you. Occasionally coughing, or sniffling.