Gakuen Babysitters Oneshots

Chuukichi | Miss Dance

Requested by Reicchi-desu
-sorry for the wait
-I changed a few things from your request, sorry about that

"Chuukichi-nii, look at me!"

It's been a few good years. Back then, I was the youngest. I'm not complaining about my little siblings when they came along, but I really loved it when my older brother, Chuukichi, would watch me dance.

"Let's give an applause to Nezu Y/n!"

"Thank you, everyone!"

Now, even though I can't find him in the audience, I know he's watching.

Nezu Y/n is the fourth child in the family, right after Shoukichi.
Middle school student, first daughter.

Born with a flexible body, she has the ability to dance to any song, whilst executing any move. She joins dance competitions all around Japan while still in middle school. With that said, she juggles her school work, practicing, and dance presentations. Speaking of dance, Y/n was self-taught when it comes to dancing. She started when she was only five.

At some point, she gave up. However, one person kept her going. That is none other than her older brother, Chuukichi. Although she knows that he wasn't there within the audience, the mental image of him clapping for her is more than enough.

However, because of her rising popularity, she barely has any time to properly go home and spend time with her family. She can only visit on weekends. On the other hand, it's good that she gets to send money over to support her family. Not to mention, she also sent over a brand-new TV for them.

Slowly but surely, the young girl is climbing up the ladder to success.

"Makoto-san," she says to her manager, "I want to take a break."

"Huh? B-But your per-"

"I know. I'll finish it, then I'll go home."

If Y/n spoke her thoughts, she hopes that her fans will understand that she really wants to take a break. After all, she's still a child. She can't bear to be separated from her family. Sure, she's helping them out so much, but she wants to be with them.

"Alright. I know it's pointless to argue with you anyway."

"Thank you, Makoto-san."

Y/n and her manager were in their limousine that time. The ride was silent. The next day, she was dropped off at her house.

"It's been nice meeting you, Y/n."

"Likewise, Makoto-san."

"See you soon."

Then, she didn't know if that was the last she'll see of her manager. Anyways, she's finally home.

"I'm home!"

↠ ↠ ↠

The rest of her family gathered, having a small, sweet reunion. The only person left to come was...

"Chuukichi-nii!"

"Y/n?"

She got the break she wanted and spent more than two months back at her home. After that day, she invited her whole family to watch her performance. Then, Y/n resumes school.

In that time, Kyouko, the twins, and Chuukichi brought Y/n to the daycare room.

It was around the time that Y/n turned high school when she decides to resume her dancing.

"Um...Chuukichi-nii?"

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking...I'll go back to my dancing career."

"Why?"

Whilst studying, Y/n continued to dance as a hobby and (somewhat) her guilty pleasure.

With her hardwork, she finally earned a scholarship. With this 'dance sport' scholarship, she can resume her work while studying. Although it would be difficult, Y/n wouldn't waste all her time, money, and effort.

"Because...I want you to watch me again."

It was a surprise for her, but Makoto, her manager, said that she'd be having her first worldwide dance debut abroad. Even though it meant separating from her family again, it's a big opportunity she couldn't pass. This time, however, she wants her big brother to watch.

"I want you to watch me dance!"

I've gone this far. My family is proud of me.

I take a deep breath right before I take my place on the stage. I hear my name being called. I hear the people howling, clapping, whistling, cheering.

As I step out of the curtain, my eyes immediately land on my family. Most specifically, I see Chuukichi-nii. He's smiling and clapping, although I haven't even performed yet.

"Everyone, let's all give a big round of applause to Miss Dance; Nezu Y/n!"

The End.

A/N: Sorry if it was short