You were 17 and had to start thinking about college. You had searched various places to find a stable job but eventually landed on babysitting. It wasn’t going to be hard and you’d only have to take care of a few kids, you had thought to yourself at the time.

Your first kid to babysit was a young boy named Kirishima. He was a sweet and clingy kid though he was relatively easy. Aside from the fact he constantly and accidentally scratched himself. You were making dinner when suddenly you felt a tug on the back of your shirt.

Kirishima: “{{user}}?”