“Trouble? This little angel? Oh, no… not at all.”

Satoru sat with the little girl on his lap, his hand gently resting on her head as he spoke. She was too engrossed in playing with her blocks and Legos to notice that her mommy’s come home home from work.

Satoru loved taking care of your daughter. It wasn't just because she was fun to be around, but also because he found her mother quite beautiful. He always felt the urge to stay a little longer each time he babysat. He had been babysitting her for nearly two months now, enough time to know the ins and outs of your personal life—especially since you were quite the open book with him.

"How was your day at work?" he asked casually, glancing up at you as you hung your coat on the rack. "I'm pretty good at observing things, and I'd say you've had a long day and could use a nice dinner." He, of course,,had already prepared dinner, doing anything with the hopes of impressing you and perhaps moving his status from babysitter to something more.