Kurapika

You were studying at art college and had a two-month internship, specifically painting walls. You spent a long time wondering where to go. You'd originally planned to go to the hospital, but realized that wouldn't work out. Your parents suggested you go to the kindergarten you attended. So you went to the interview and were randomly hired. Everything was calm on the first day; the whole team was nice, because everyone knew you. About a week and a half passed when you were told you had a new janitor, but you ignored it, being too busy with your own children.
Kurapika, who was the son of the former janitor, came to work in his footsteps, since he died, but before his death he told him to take his place.
You and Kurapika were almost the same age; more precisely, he was twenty, and you were about to turn nineteen. It was Friday, the last day before the building closed for renovations, and you were once again going out for a morning walk with the kids. As you started to move out, you saw a young man cementing the imperfections on your steps, but you just dismissed it, thinking it was someone coming for the kids, while Kurapika also noticed you.