>You hoist your bag over your shoulder as you step out of your car
>Full of vigour, you look on to your destination
>Full of vigour, you look on to a week of adventure!
>Full of vigour, you look on to babysitting Dusk Shine!
>Maybe some explanation is in order?
>You are Crescendo
>And Mr. and Mrs. Sparkle have hired you to babysit their son for the week
>You did point out they have a daughter of your age who is perfectly capable of doing the job for free, but they insisted
>And you just don't say no to insisting parents with money
>So here you are, ready to spend the week with Dusk and his sister, Gleaming Shield
>Ding dong~!
>Before your finger is off the front door bell, Mrs. Sparkle opens the door
>"Oh! Crescendo, you're here! Finally, we were just about to leave!"
>She turns to the stairwell, and puts on a volume only a real mom can
>"Dusk! Gleaming! Crescendo is here! Come down here and give him a warm welcome! We'd do it ourselves but we really have to leave now! We'll see both of you in a week!"
>You step inside the hall, trying to stay out of the way of Mr. Sparkle, who is apparently tasked with moving /all/ the bags to the car
>The bonk of the front door shutting is immediately followed by lighter bonks, signaling a certain boy coming down the stairs
>"Crescendo! Welcome! Again! For a whole week this time!"
>You pat Dusk on his head
"Yup, just you, me, and your sister."
>"Oh, yeah, speaking of which,"
>Dusk turns to the stairwell, and puts on a volume only a real little brother can
>"Gleaming? Come down here and say hi to Crescendo!"
>Not much later, Gleaming comes walking down the stairs
>A little slow, as if she's reluctant to see you
"Oh! Gleaming! There you are! I was almost afraid I wouldn't get to see you!"
>And just like that, all time lost on the first half of her trek down is made up by her tripping and nearly falling over
>Thank god you were there to catch her
>Again, as if she doesn't really want to see you, she turns her gaze upwards to meet yours deliberately slowly, it seems
>However, her blue eyes immediately lock on yours, and she just stares at you for a second
"Hey, you alright?"
>"Y-yeah... You're f- I'M fine! Totally fine!"
>She's getting awfully red and stuttering
>Maybe something happened before you came here?
>Maybe you were... interrupting
>Woah, best not to think about that right now
>There's kids around
>Let's just play it straight for now
"Great! Now that we're all here and doing fine, Dusk, your mother mailed me a list off... Well, everything, so why not go over it together?"
>Dusk immediately perks up at the word 'list'
>"I love lists!"
>You can't help but smile as Dusk drags you into the living room, urging to produce that list from your bag
>He reads it over multiple times, giving you some time to look around
>Yep, still the same as last time
>Oh, hey, Gleaming's coming this way!
"Is there something, Gleaming? Or did you need Dusk?"
>Gleaming freezes in her tracks
>"Uh, tell me if you needanythingokay?"
>There's that red face again
>And she's off, upstairs
>You probably did 'interrupt'
>You watch the door she left through for a few more seconds, almost as if you're expecting her to come back
>"Crescendo? This is important!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry."
>You turn back to the boy with the list, trying to find out if Mrs. Sparkle has added anything new
>It seems not, this time
>What is new, however, is that Dusk now as a list prepared for each implication and sub-item for every single item on the list
>By the time you're done with everything, it's well past Dusk's bedtime
>One schedule item he doesn't seem to mind when it's not strictly followed
>You send him up to go shower and then go to bed, while staying downstairs yourself
>Making the bed is a two-second-job, and you'll just walk in the way up there, seeing as Gleaming is probably gonna wanna shower after Dusk
>You flip the TV on, and try to see if there's something fun on
>There isn't
>You settle for Killer Hives, something about bees
>It's mostly just a source of sound right now, you're not watching
>No, your mind keeps drifting back to Gleaming
>Not that you're looking for anything behind it, but her blushing was pretty cute
>Imagining what you were interrupting her in also did help add to her appeal
>You really shouldn't think about that, actually
>She's your hostess, you shouldn't treat her like that
>By the way, she probably doesn't even want all that stuff right now
>You don't have any proof, but you think she isn't all that into a relationship at the moment
>If she were, then she would've stuck around earlier, right?
>That is to say, if she's even into /you/
>You hear the shower turn off, and finish your show before getting up
>Just as you do so, the shower turns back on
>Must be Gleaming taking her turn
>Killer Hives has made way for Shark Season, which is only marginally more interesting, but it holds your eyes until you notice the sounds of the shower
>Or rather, the absence of those sounds
>You haul your bag up the stairs, passing Dusk on the way there
>Shouldn't he be in bed?
>Oh well, probably off to get himself a glass of milk or something
>You walk into the guest room to find, well, the hugest mess
>Better ask Gleaming about it, maybe you're supposed to sleep in the master bedroom or on the couch or something?
>You turn back around, just in time to catch Gleaming looking down the stairwell
>She's wearing an oversized t-shirt, and nothing else it seems
>Her body's still a bit wet, making the shirt stick to it a little
>Honestly, it looks good on her
"Oh, hey, Gleaming! Shower's free now?"
>"Yeah."
>Just in case she needed to go back in t-
>Out of nowhere, Gleaming turns around to face you in record speed, her face quickly going bright red
>"C-Crescendo! I didn't know you were here! I mean, upstairs-here, not in the house-here, because, well, I greeted you earlier, but, um, yes. Shower's free."
>She clutching at her shirt, pulling it down a bit, too
"Gleaming, are you alright? You're looking kinda red..."
>Your question only makes her blush harder, and pull her shirt down harder
>Yep, she's wearing nothing under that
>Not above the belt, anyways
>Oh, fuck, don't look!
>"J-just the hot shower, it'll go away in a minute!"
>don't look don't look don't look
>Fuck, she noticed
>Fuck, she's looking down too
>Fuck, she found out!
>"I-I'm so sorry!"
>Her hands fly up, pulling her shirt back up over her chest
>However, the /whole/ shirt moves up
>And you're 100% certain she's wearing only the shirt
>You feel your blood rush to, well, not only your face
>But you just can't let her know!
>Too late
>She's just ran past you and locked herself in her room
>Better makes sure she's okay and tell her she doesn't have to be worried
>You softly knock on Gleaming's door
"Gleaming? I'm sorry for, uh, just now. I promise I didn't look! Really!"
>Okay, you did, so what?
>Anything to calm her down
>For a few seconds, you get no response
"Gleaming?"
>"It's alright~ er, it's c-cool! Accidents, huh! Lucky I was wearing a shirt in the first place!"
"Well, I'm just a guest in your home, so if you decide to, er, go without a bra, I can't really object, can I?"
>Let's leave her choice of panties for what it is right now
>"Heh, yeah, it's so hard to find one matching to my, er... My panties."
>Alright!
>So wither she bought it, or you got the same idea
>100% win situation
"Alright, so, er, I'm just glad everything's fine. You know what, I'm gonna hit the shower myself right away!"
>"Okay, um, have fun!"
>Have fun
>What can she mean by that?
>Oh well, probably your dirty mind
>"Oh! Crescendo! You can leave your clothes on the laundry pile!"
>Laundry pile?
>Oh, right there
"Got it!"
>As you add your own clothes to the pile, you notice a rather interesting item lying on top of it
>And item you barely ever see, let alone an empty one like this
>A bra
>And you're willing to bet that it's Gleaming's
>Boyish curiosity takes over for just a second, and you dare to take a peek at the size tag
>38E
>Now, you're not really an expert on bra sizes, but something tells you that that's impressive
>And it's not like you haven't noticed her chest earlier
>You just never thought that that'd be the letter to go along with it
>Not just her chest, too
>Despite the fact she's hiding it most of the time, her lower body is quite something, too
>You got to make real sure of that just now
>Oh, hey jr.
>Thank goodness you're in a locked bathroom
>You'd help yourself, but you like to make a point of not doing that outside of your own home
>If accidents like those keep happening, it's gonna be a long, long week
>Anyway, time to do what you're undressing for and hit the showers
>Perfect!
>A nice cold shower is just what you needed
>You quickly dry yourself off, and start getting dressed ag-
>Oops
>Well, you did take clean undies with you, and your bag is right in the guest room, so you're not in any trouble right now
>You step outside of the bathroom, to be greeted with Gleaming jumping back
>And if she'd done that any second later, she would've had a nice door to the face, too
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't hit you, did I?"
>...
>Instead of answering, Gleaming's slowly turning red again
>"Oh, uh, hi. I was just gonna..."
>She holds the shirt she was wearing earlier up
>Ten bucks says that's going in the laundry
"Yeah, of course, go ahead!"
>You step aside to let her enter
>While she walks past you, you can't help but glance down
>Alright, so maybe they are a little bigger than you thought
>IT's not like you've taken a good look at them befo-
>Shit!
>Don't look!
>You turn your gaze back forward just before Gleaming looks your way
>Maybe you're safe
>Maybe you're not
>She didn't say anything, so that's a plus
>It takes you about ten seconds to get dressed and notice that the guest room is still in no state to, well, accommodate guests
>Guess you forgot to ask Gleaming about that
>You turn back into the hallway just in time to see Gleaming exit the bathroom
>Now's your chance!
"Um..."
>You don't actually know what to say, so you just smile and point to the guest room
>"I, I know, I'm sorry..."
>Alright, so she forgot
>Happens to the best people
>Besides, it's not like they're short on sleeping space
>Their couch was pretty comfy
"Oh, it's okay. I'll sleep on the couch, we'll do it together tomorrow."
>...
>'we'll do it together tomorrow'
>Real smooth right there
>Please, Gleaming, please don't pick up on that
>Well, if the blush is any indication, she did
>"Or! Or... You could, um, s-sleep in my... M-my bed..?"
>Or she didn't get it..?
>That's only good for you
>But sleeping in her bed?
>Then where's she gonna-
>Oh
>Oooooh
>So she did pick up on it
>Damn
>Wait!
>You can still talk yourself out of this!
"And let you catch a cold on the couch? No way, Gleaming. Thanks for the offer though."
>10/10
>This does mean you'll have to make up the couch, but whatever
>You can do that
"It, uh, it was a joke! A joke anyway, so um... Good night, Cresc- eh, need help making up the couch?"
>A joke?
>If that's the case, then she really got you!
>If that's the case, then she's still getting you
>'Cause you're not buying it
>Still, the presentation alone is enough to make you chuckle
"No need to, I can do that myself. Good night, Gleaming."
>"G-good night..."
"Good night Dusk!"
>"Night Gleaming! Night Crescendo!"
>You take your bag and head downstairs to your 'bed'
>It doesn't take you long to prepare it for a night's rest, and before long, you're lying there, waiting for the sandman's visit
>And to think
>Who knows what tomorrow will bring?