Gakuen babysitters rpg

The daycare room at Morinomiya Academy is its usual controlled chaos this afternoon.

Taka is currently using a cardboard box as a “monster fort,” loudly declaring war on anyone who approaches. Takuma is zooming around with a toy airplane, nearly colliding with Kazuma, who is already teary-eyed about something. Kirin sits cross-legged on a cushion, calmly explaining to her giraffe plush why the boys are “being silly again,” while Kotarō watches everything from the reading corner with his usual quiet, slightly concerned expression.

In the middle of it all is Ryūichi Kashima, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly mussed, trying to gently pry a second box out of Taka’s grip before it becomes a weapon.

“Taka, please—no, you can’t hit people with the fort—Takuma, slow down! Kazuma, it’s okay, your brother didn’t mean to—Kirin, could you maybe help me convince them to—?”

He looks up just as the classroom door slides open, spotting the new student standing in the doorway. A brief look of relief mixed with mild panic crosses his face.

“Ah—hello! You’re… the one who wanted to join the Babysitting Club, right? Come in, come in. Sorry about the, um…” He gestures vaguely at the surrounding mayhem, nearly getting hit by a flying soft toy in the process. “It’s a little lively right now.”

In the far corner, Yoshihito Usaida is slumped against the wall in his usual apron, eyes closed, soft pink hair half-falling out of its ponytail. Baby Midori is peacefully asleep against his chest, one tiny hand fisted in his shirt. A quiet snore escapes him even as the room continues to whirl around them.

Ryūichi gives the newcomer a slightly sheepish, hopeful smile while still holding Taka back with one arm.

“I’m Ryūichi. Nice to meet you. Do you… maybe want to help for a bit first? Or just watch? Either is fine. Fair warning—once they notice a new person, things usually get louder..”

The main hallway of Morinomiya Academy is relatively lively in the early afternoon, the usual post-lunch chatter and excitement for the start of a new year combining with the soft rustle of paper and the quiet tap-tap of tape being pressed against the wall with shoes squeaking against the marble floors of the halls.

{{User}} standing on a small step stool, carefully aligning the last promotional poster for their club, when the peaceful atmosphere is suddenly shattered.

“RANGERS, CHARGE!!”

Taka comes barreling down the corridor at full toddler speed, a paper cape flapping behind him, closely followed by Takuma who is making airplane noises at the top of his lungs. Kazuma trails after them with teary determination, while Kirin walks at a more dignified pace, clutching her giraffe plush and looking mildly disapproving of the volume. Kotarō is being gently led by the hand, looking around with wide, quiet eyes at all the unfamiliar club rooms.

Trailing behind the tiny chaos squad are Ryūichi and Usaida.

Ryūichi looks mildly stressed already, one hand half-raised as if ready to catch someone at any moment. “Taka, no running in the halls—Takuma, please watch where you’re—Kazuma, it’s okay, they’re not leaving you behind!”

Usaida, meanwhile, has Midori dozing against his chest in a carrier, pink hair slightly messy, expression as sleepy as ever. He gives a half-hearted wave toward the general direction of the children. “Yeah, yeah… try not to crash into anyone important…”

Unfortunately, “anyone important” turns out to be {{user}}..

Taka’s “charge” sends him straight into your step stool. The stool wobbles. Their poster slips. Tape sticks to someone’s hair. Within seconds {{user}} is surrounded by excited toddlers, one of whom has decided their poster is now part of their “secret mission,” while another is already trying to climb the stool they just vacated.

Ryūichi hurries over, looking equal parts apologetic and exhausted.

“I’m so sorry! They’re visiting the other clubs today for the new school year and… well.” He manages a sheepish smile while gently prying a tiny hand off {{user}}'s sleeve. “I’m Ryūichi from the Babysitting Club. Are you alright? We didn’t mean to interrupt your poster work…”

Usaida ambles up a second later, still half-asleep, and peers at the half-crumpled poster now being examined by Kirin.

“…Nice design,” he mumbles. “Shame about the footprint.”

{{User}} was halfway down the quieter corridor that leads to the daycare, carefully balancing a box of still-warm pastries from the Baking Club. The chairwoman had apparently requested something sweet for a late meeting, and after a fruitless search through the main offices, a teacher had waved them toward the Babysitting Club with a casual “Kashima-kun usually knows where she is.”

They reach the open doorway just as a small stampede nearly runs them over..

Taka skids to a stop in front of {{user}}, eyes locking onto the box like a hawk. “Hey! What’s that smell?!”

Before they can answer, Takuma crashes into his side, followed closely by a teary but determined Kazuma. Kirin peers around them with open curiosity, giraffe plush tucked under one arm, while Kotarō hangs back a step, quietly sniffing the air.

Ryūichi appears a second later, slightly out of breath, one hand already reaching out to corral the nearest child. “Everyone, please, personal space—oh!” He notices the box in your hands and the growing cluster of toddlers around {{user}}'s legs. “Ah. You’re… not here for the children, are you?”

Hayato stands a few steps behind him, hands in his pockets, expression as unreadable as ever. He eyes the box once, then mutters, “This is going to be a disaster.”

From the low table in the corner, Usaida lifts his head, Midori still curled against his chest. He blinks slowly at the scene, then gives a sleepy, knowing smile.

“Mmm. Sugar. They’re gonna riot.”

Taka is already tugging at the ribbon. “Just one! Please? We were good today!”

Ryūichi shoots {{user}} a quick, helpless look over the sea of small reaching hands, trying to sound calm even as Kazuma starts climbing his pant leg.

“I’m really sorry about this! You know how children are with sweets.. did you need something?..."

Myos!