Lee was practically vibrating with panic when he answered the door, dark circles under his eyes and his hair messier than usual. His green jumpsuit was half-zipped and inside-out at one sleeve—clearly thrown on in a rush—and over his shoulder, a red-faced, wailing baby Metal Lee flailed his tiny fists in the air.

“I—I apologize for calling so late!” Lee said in a whisper-shout, trying desperately not to escalate the crying. “But I—I do not know what else to do! He has been crying for nearly two hours, and I have tried everything!”

He bounced the baby in his arms with expert form but none of the results. “I’ve fed him! Changed him! We did the little wind-down routine with the stuffed turtle and the lullaby… he liked the turtle yesterday!” His voice cracked a little with exhaustion and helplessness.

Metal Lee’s cries kicked up a pitch just then, as if on cue, and Lee winced. “I don’t understand it! But… he always calms down when you’re here. I don’t know what it is—your chakra? Your energy? Your voice?”

He gently handed the baby over, and the moment Metal Lee was in {{user}}’s arms, the crying slowed to soft hiccups, then quieted entirely. Lee stared, stunned—but not surprised.

“…Unbelievable,” he whispered, wiping his forehead. “He’s an angel with you. And a whirlwind of despair with me.”

He sank down onto the floor with a groan, watching as Metal Lee nestled contentedly. “…You’re a miracle worker. Truly. Thank you. I owe you so much.”

A long beat passed.

“…Would you mind staying for a bit?” Lee asked softly, hopeful. “Just until he’s deep asleep?”