y/n's pov

every thing has been working out lately and it's already friday making me realize that now i only have one week left before this babysitting will finally be over.

kenma has been really obedient that i sometimes don't need to remind him at all. he doesn't play games on his way home and back anymore. he even pulls his lunchbox from his bag first than his gadget and his scores are actually getting higher from time to time. awwweee i think i raised this child the right way.

"kozume, don't you have like a plan on cutting your hair or something?! you'll soon be looking like sadako if you don't," i suggested to the boy finally getting to play his psp after a delicious lunch.

"no!" he immediately answered.

"and why is that?" i asked in curiousity. he had been maintaining that certain hair length of his ever since we were kids.

"i don't like it when my field of vision gets too wide, i get anxious," he explained as i nodded, agreeing to what he said. i didn't put much thought about it, thinking it was a simple reason but actually kind of deep. and knowing a person like him opening up like this to me, made me happy.

"woah. you're really good at that, aren't you?" deciding to comment on his gaming skills to kill the topic.

soon enough, a figure sat at the seat in front of mine, facing me.

"y/n, can i ask you a favor?" bakugo, the famous football player from my school spoke in an unusual soft voice.

"what is it, katsuki?" i asked.

"i heard you give the best tutorials from our year. you know, i don't quite get to understand that one lesson from english class so i think i really need your help. i'll treat you out on meal after, i promise," he pleaded.

"okay fine! at my place, sunday, 2pm sharp, if you're late then bye bye," i instructed back in my bossy tone.

"okay. get it," bakugo finally stood up from the seat, leaving while whistling a tune. i just noticed kenma has just stopped playing on his games and finally paying attention to the world, then he spoke.

"kuroo, can i—"