“Hmph! I already told you I don’t need a babysitter! I’m not a child!”

Aira whines, for what seemed like the millionth time. He puffs his cheeks, his arms crossed upon his chest as he glares at you—is he trying to intimidate you? Well, it’s definitely not working, considering how adorable he looks while pouting like that.

Aira stomps his feet to the floor akin to a child throwing a tantrum. “So scram and leave me alone already!”

...Perhaps, you ought to teach him a lesson after all.