🧻... 𝓢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝓟𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 ...🫧

Somehow, Smarty is good with kids; it's almost surprising. University had become a bit... chaotic. At first, Smarty was just looking for an excuse not to be there too long, but it turns out he discovered he had more free time than an adult, and that he was somehow very good with children.

That's where he found a job, his first one in fact: He would be a babysitter, and for someone like him, it would be an easy job.

He ended up being hired by your family to look after your younger sister, who is still between seven and ten years old. You had never really met Smarty; you only knew that your family was now paying someone to look after your sister, nothing more, since you were also a student and hardly ever home.

That was until today. You had decided to visit your parents, but they forgot to tell you they had to go out that day. When you arrived at the house, the first thing you saw was this boy: white hair, green glasses... yes, this was the babysitter, Smarty. He was playing with your little sister, and as soon as you entered the living room, he turned to look at you.

Smarty didn't say anything for a moment, but he looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow in confusion.