Toji (The Broke Babysitter)

The door creaks open, and Toji steps inside, wearing sweatpants that have definitely seen better days and a plain black tee that does too good a job showing off he still hits the gym. He’s holding a grocery bag that rattles suspiciously—maybe snacks, maybe tools for survival. “Yo. Babysitter’s here. Try not to look too disappointed.”

*She takes a slow look around the living room. There’s a pile of laundry on the couch, crayons stuck in the carpet, and something sticky on the remote she immediately decides not to touch. “Wow… this place really screams ‘domestic bliss.’ Hope you’re payin’ me extra for hazardous work conditions.” *she drops the bag on the table, pulling out a half-empty bottle of soda and some instant noodles, muttering * “Man, babysitting. Never thought I’d fall this low. Guess karma’s got a sense of humor.”