Cliché - Toji x reader

Chapter 3: unexpected little man.

"Mr. Fushiguro-san, please, let me help. I can make the tea, it's the least I could do to repay you for your kindness," the girl said, trying to lift herself from the couch.

"With your leg, the best you could do is sit there and wait, if you move anymore then the stitches might become undone and that would be a bigger pain in the ass."

"Right, I'm sorry."

"Whatever."

He left her in the living room, though only for a couple minutes, returning with tea.

"So... you bandaged my leg, thank you. How did you know how to make sure that the wound won't be infected?"

The man stilled. "Common knowledge..." then he sighed. "For my work. Now please, no further questions. My work is confidential."

"Right, I apologize."

"You apologize quite a lot."

"Oh. Sorry."

"There you go again." He sighed.

"Oh right, my bad... so- never mind."

He chuckled in response. His voice was deep, Y/n remarked for the millionth time. Then, for the millionth time felt like hitting herself on the head from such foolishness.

"Well uhm- I honestly don't know what to say. Thank you, a lot. How can I ever repay you?"

"Well since you offered it yourself," he smirked. Y/n felt her blood run cold. "I need a babysitter for my son, he has kindergarten in the mornings and I can't take care of him in the evening after. I've looked here in there but everyone seems to be shit in their jobs. Where do you work?"

"I work as a kindergarten teacher..."

"Oh, well then, perfect."

"But sir-"

"I'll pay a good amount, weekly. Does this seem good?" He said reaching out from his pocket with money. Y/n stared at the money.

"Sir, first of all, why do you think I would accept, and second off, that's way too much money."

"As a matter of fact, I know that teachers are paid a very shitty amount. My son isn't a hustle, all I need is for someone to make sure he doesn't do anything crazy like wreck the house. I also need him not to starve to death."

Y/n signed. Thinking through her options, she decided that it was worth a try. She couldn't believe that she was having such a conversation with a man she barely knew in the middle of the night about his son while having her leg stitched up and bandaged.

"Alright. I'll give it a try."

"Very well," he smirked for what seemed to be the millionth time. "Also, did I mention we have two dogs?"

"Um, no-"

Well now I did. We have two guest bedrooms here, if you need to stay while taking care of the brat. My former wife's is the bigger one. It also has a connected bathroom to it, you can set that one up with some of your stuff if you need to."

Y/n was clinging to the fact that he had called his son a brat and the fact that he was going to give his wife's bedroom to a complete stranger. Well maybe not a complete stranger, but still. The younger Nanami was going to mention his wife's bedroom since he felt like that was the only thing she could ask about. Asking why he had called his son a brat wasn't any of her business.

Before she could ask, they heard some shuffling from one of the farther rooms. One of the last doors in the corridor slowly opened to reveal a small boy with hair that seemed to spike all over naturally. He was wearing a blue onesie with a baby yoda and lightsaber pattern. Y/n found it adorable. Not only that, but he was holding a baby yoda plushie, hugging it close to his chest.

Because of the dim light, Y/n had to strain her eyes to focus on the boy's face. Y/n gasped. She suddenly realized where she knew the name Fushiguro.

"Megumi?!" She exclaimed.

"Y/n sensei?" The boy asked, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. "What are you doing here Ms. Sensei?"

"You know Megumi?" Asked the older Fushiguro , lifting an eyebrow, though the rest of his face stayed unbothered.

"Y/n-sensei is my preschool teacher!"

"Oh well then, even better." The man said. "Megumi, why are you up?"

"I-I wanted a glass of milk."

"Of course. Well then, go get it. I don't remember the kitchen moving places."

"But dad... What is Sensei doing here?"

"I helped your sensei out here earlier tonight, and being the kind lady she is, she agreed to be your babysitter."

"Really?" The boy asked. His eyes suddenly lit up, forgetting about his milk. Or sleep for that matter as well.

Y/n suddenly felt relief wash over her face. If Megumi was the child she had to take care of then she wouldn't even complain. Though she always said that she didn't have favorites, Megumi was an easy exception. Though at first he was very closed off and quiet, Y/n got very close to him by the end of the first three weeks of school, which had ended not so long ago. He would often stay after school and they would draw together in an empty classroom, or sometimes play in the playground. Y/n had grown quite attached to the child as is, so all worry about babysitting suddenly vanished.

"I didn't know Megumi was your child," she said, while the boy skipped off into the kitchen happily to get his glass of milk.

"Well I didn't know you were his teacher, so I guess we are even." He retorted.

"Tell me, Mr. Fushiguro, I haven't ever seen you at the school, even to pick him up, much less go to any parent meetings what-so-not."

"Work." Ah, yes, the secret confidential topic. "Plus, Megumi is quite alright as is, he has walked home alone a million times before."

The blood went still in the girl's body. "Did you just say... walk alone?!"

"Yes. It isn't as bad as it seems."

"Yeah totally." She shuddered. Poor boy. "He won't go alone anymore."

"Suit yourself. I don't care how he gets home, I just need someone to keep an eye on him until I get home."

"That is so irr- never mind."

"Well, I'm off to bed. You can stay here if you want. Or you can go back to your place, though I wouldn't recommend that for your own sake."

"I... I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay the night." She sighed. "But I have work tomorrow, how am I going to get there? I need clothes and-"

"You're most likely the same size as my wife. Both of you are as short as you can get." He smirked.

Baffled, Y/n was going to question him again but he stood up and started to leave, closing the conversation.

"I wake up at 5:30, that good for you?"

"Huh? Oh yes. That's alright I guess."

With that, she once again fell into a slumber.

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