Taking a deep breath, I stare at the reflection in my mirror. Digging my nails nervously into my palm. Biting my lip as I critique everything about my reflection to myself, wanting everything to be perfect for today. Making sure that there wasn't a hair out of place, I grab my comb and quickly, yet gently, comb the rest of my hair back to make sure there wasn't a bump in my hair. My hair was down swinging by my shoulders with a black headband sitting proudly on the top of my head. The stray hairs being pinned down by hairspray that'll be a pain to brush out tonight.

Making sure that my clothes were that of an ideal role model for the job I'd be assigning myself too. Wearing a simple top on my upper half, plain and simple, and jeans on my lower half. Nothing too fancy yet nothing too informal. Smart causal, if you will.

My heart hammers in my chest as I open my wardrobe door for the fifth time this morning, looking over the tops that I haven't tried on. Biting my lip as I assess the hanging articles of clothing, tapping my nail against the wood of the closet. A small, annoyed groan leaving my lips as I think that the outfit I'm wearing isn't good enough. Why am I so indecisive?! Should I put a tie on? Maybe a blouse would have been better? Maybe I should have worn dress pants? Would a suit jacket be too formal?

A pillow slamming into the back of my head chases me out of my thoughts as I look behind me. Smiling sheepishly toward my roommate, I rub the back of my neck as she arches a brow and crosses her arms over her chest. Her pale blue antennae shaking slightly and ends glowing a light red to show her slight annoyance. Her alluring purple eyes shimmering with assurance as she sits up.

Sakino was my roommate. A major in the dramatic arts, wishing to become a famous actress or director as the years go by. Her quirk was a mutation quirk, her skin was a gorgeous light blue with two antennae poking out of her forehead with vibrant purple eyes that are always full of fun and laughter. Blunt and to the point. Always telling me when I needed a bit more or to stop worrying.

And that's what I needed right now before I ended up changing my whole outfit and hairstyle for the fifth time!

"You look fine, (Y/n), don't be so hard on yourself," she says, stretching her arms over her head as she slides off the bed and shuts the wardrobe door with a loud slam, a small sigh leaving my lips, "You look great, they'll love you,"

"Maybe I should have my hair up?" I ask looking toward her as I fiddle with the belt loops of my jeans, whining as she shakes her head, "Come on, Sakino... I don't look right,"

"(Y/n) (L/n), you look great! No take backs!" She says flicking my forehead making me whine and rub it gently, pouting toward her as she tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, "You're gonna be great, trust me, I know these things, just be yourself and they'll love you,"

"But... this is Pro Hero territory... This is Shoto and Creati we're talking about and their children," I reply, wanting to run my fingers through my hair but know I can't otherwise I'll mess it up, "What if they take one look at me and turn me away? What if I fall over and embarrass myself? What if... what if I cry? Oh my god! What if I -"

"(Y/n)! You're overthinking it, breathe," Sakino says, holding my arms and rubbing her hands up and down, breathing with me as I look toward her, taking deep breaths before nodding gently, "Atta girl, you'll be fine. Trust me. I'm sure they're not as scary as they seem, they must be really nice, just because they're Pro Heroes doesn't mean you have to be intimidated by them, okay? You'll do great!"

"If you say so..." I hum, clearing my throat as I look toward my reflection again to make sure that everything is good before nodding to myself in confidence, "Okay! I can do this!"

"That's the spirit! Now go there and get that job!" Sakino says cheering, laughing to herself as I grab my bag and sling it over my shoulder, "And get me some treats on the way home!"

"Okay," I reply, waving her goodbye before leaving my dorm, trying not to dart back into my dorm room and chicken out, "I can do this..."

Keeping my grip on my bag tight, I walk down the street, heading toward the Todoroki household that belonged to Number Three Pro Hero: Shoto and his wife, Pro Hero: Creati, and their twin children. Trying not to freak out that I may or may not be working for two of the most loved heroes in all of Japan! My heart already threatening to leap out of my chest and my soul threatening to leave my body. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, after all!

It wasn't everyday that you could apply to work under two amazing pro heroes!

After spending weeks upon weeks hunting for jobs, I finally found the one that I thought I'd be amazing at. Being a babysitter. But to make it ten times more nail biting and worrisome, I decided to go for the job of babysitting the two five year old twins that belonged to Shoto Todoroki, Number Three Hero and son of previous Number One Hero: Endeavor, and Momo Yaoyorozu, Pro Hero: Creati and the daughter of very wealthy CEO's. Which wasn't the best idea... but I needed to prove to myself that I can do this...

I needed to do this!

My heart was like a stone, slamming into my stomach as I notice a woman leaving the house I'm headed for. Another applicant for sure. A lot older than I was, possibly in her mid thirties/early forties. Wearing a pencil skirt, blouse and heels. A rather uneasy feeling claws at my throat as I stare toward her worriedly as she shoots past me with her back straighter than a ruler. Swinging her arms from side to side. Was that my competition?...

"You must be (Y/n) (L/n)," I hear a soft voice call out, catching my attention as I stop halfway to the door sending her a small nod and nervous smile, Creati sending me a warm, friendly smile, "Come on, don't be shy, it's very nice to meet you,"

"I - it's nice to meet you too, ma'am," I reply walking up to her and gently shaking her outstretched hand, following her into the home and slipping my shoes off, gulping nervously as she shuts the door behind me, blocking my means of a quick escape, "Thank you for agreeing to interview me,"

"Of course! Shoto and I really liked your application," she explains, beckoning me to follow her through her home, my eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets at the sheer size and look at the inside, "Ryoku and Kōri will be joining us, Shoto and I believe that they should have a say in who looks after them,"

"That's a good idea, there should be a chemistry between a caregiver and the child and they should feel comfortable in their care while you're away," I reply with a small smile, walking into their living room to greet the sight of Shoto Todoroki going over a clipboard with his sons beside him, their bright blue and grey eyes staring toward me. I nervously smile their way as Creati shows me where to sit.

"Shoto, this is (Y/n) (L/n)," She says gesturing toward me with a bright smile, the bi - colour haired male shaking my hand gently before sending me a small smile, "Boys, introduce yourself,"

"Hi! I'm Ryoku!" One twin, I'm assuming who's the eldest, pipes up. A huge grin on his face. His heterochromic blue and grey eyes shimmering with glee as his straight black hair bounces with every movement.

"I'm Kōri," The other boy says, possibly the youngest, rather quietly. His black hair covering his blue and grey eyes as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt nervously, resting his head on his fathers arm for comfort.

"So tell us a bit about yourself," Creati says with a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she looks toward me, "Whats your family like, age, what you do currently, things like that,"

"Okay, um... I'm one of three, I'm the middle child and I grew up on a farm," I explain rubbing the back of my neck as I look toward them, maintaining eye contact to show confidence, "I'm 21 and I currently major in Catering and Food at Fukuoka University but I also have a high school degree in child development,"

"What about your quirk?" Shoto asks tilting his head toward me, nodding along to my words, "What is it? If you don't mind me asking,"

"It's fine," I reply with an understanding smile and rest my hands in my lap, "My quirk is called Soothe, sir, I can calm down a person when they're in distress or if they're angry and I could even make them fall asleep. My drawbacks are that I get easily nervous, skittish and I grow tried if I use it too much,"

"Interesting," He mutters as he looks over my application before looking toward his sons, "You have any questions for the nice lady?"

"Do you know how to make cold soba?" Kōri asks me, fiddling with the sleeve of Shoto's shirt nervously as he looks toward me, "Like... can you make it really yummy?"

"Yes, I do," I reply with a warm smile, "Is that your favourite food?"

"Yeah, it's daddy's favourite food too," Kōri replies with a giggle, slowly coming out of his shell with a smile, "Ryoku likes katsudon like Uncle Deku, what's your favourite food?"

"Hmm, I'd have to say... (favourite food)," I reply with a small giggle, smiling toward the five years old who listens intently.

"Do you like heroes?" Ryoku asks, tilting his head, "Like daddy and mommy?"

"Yes I do, I think they're very brave," I reply humming gently, a warm feeling swirling in my stomach as I grow comfortable around these two boys, "Who's your favourite hero?"

"Uncle Deku!" Kōri squeals with a giggle, undoing his jacket to show the Deku shirt he's wearing with a grin, "He's the best!"

"Uncle Bakugo is the best! Dynamight is so cool!" Ryoku cheers with a giggle, the jacket he was wearing was, indeed, a Dynamight hoodie, "Whats yours?"

"Well, I would have to say that my favourite is... Red Riot," I reply with a small giggle, showing them the Red Riot keyring on my bag, their eyes sparkling with glee.

A small, feminine giggle cuts me away from the twins as I look toward their mother, sending her a small smile as she pulls away from a private conversation with her husband. The pair smiling toward me before Shoto clears his throat.

"Boys, would you like Miss (Y/n) to look after you while we're at work?" Shoto asks with a smile, my eyes widening as I stare at the heroes in absolute shock. Were they serious?! Are they hiring me? This is amazing! Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!

"Yeah!" They say in unison, big grins playing on their lips, "Please daddy!"

"Well then, welcome to the family, Miss (Y/n), you're hired,"...

"Really?! Oh my god! Thank you so much!"...