here's the double sequel where Homework Night and Cooking Lesson both descend into K slowly losing his mind but loving them anyway:

Sequel to: Babysitting the Unbabysittable

Focus: K × Taki × Yuma
Vibe: Pure chaos + exhausted domestic fluff
Key Dynamic:
✨ K = Determined parental figure
✨ Taki = Human golden retriever energy
✨ Yuma = Disaster genius

1. 📚 Homework Night (Or: K's Ultimate Test of Patience)

7:02 PM — Dorm Living Room

K clapped his hands together like a teacher addressing a rowdy classroom.

"Tonight: Homework. No distractions. No accidents. No microwave experiments."

Taki and Yuma saluted dramatically.

"YES, SIR, SHERIFF DAD."

K: "...Stop calling me that."

They spread out math textbooks, workbooks, and mechanical pencils.

It lasted one (1) minute before Taki started building a tower with his erasers.

Yuma pulled out colored pencils to draw tiny weapons for the eraser army.

K sat there, stunned.

"I haven't even assigned the first problem yet."

Taki grinned. "We're multitasking!"

Yuma: "Developing fine motor skills."

K pinched the bridge of his nose.

7:14 PM — Attempt #2

"Okay," K said firmly. "Math problems. Page 42. Now."

Taki flipped to page 24.

Yuma started calculating how many donuts he could eat before vomiting.

K flipped both their books to the right page himself and leaned over them like a hawk.

It still took less than three minutes for chaos to erupt:

Taki: "If you have four apples and you give away two, do you feel empty inside or relieved?"

Yuma: "Depends on the emotional weight of the apples."

K: "It's just subtraction, not a therapy session!"

7:30 PM — Desperation Sets In

K resorted to bribery.

"If you finish this page, I'll let you pick tomorrow's movie."

Taki: "...Any movie?"

Yuma: "Even the cursed zombie cat musical?"

K (dead inside): "Yes. ANY movie."

Suddenly both boys scribbled like their lives depended on it.

K wondered how much dignity he still had left.

Answer: None.

2. 🍳 Cooking 101: The Disaster Continues

The Next Day — 5:00 PM — Kitchen Arena

K stood in front of the stove, armed with a pan and false hope.

"Today," he said, "you two will learn to cook properly."

Taki clapped. "MasterChef vibes!"

Yuma cracked his knuckles. "Ready to destroy."

K: "That's not—no. We are not destroying anything today."

5:07 PM — Ingredients Mishap

K: "Taki, please crack an egg."

Taki, saluting: "Aye, chef!"

Taki cracks the egg onto the counter. Misses the bowl entirely.

Yuma cackles. "It's modern art."

K sighs, wipes the counter. "Fine. Yuma, pour the milk."

Yuma, confident, dumps half the carton into the flour.

A cloud of dust explodes.

Everyone coughs like they're trapped in a baking apocalypse.

K: "...I hate it here."

5:20 PM — Batter Wars

They were supposed to make pancakes. Keyword: supposed.

Taki decided the batter needed more "flair" — aka food coloring.

Now the bowl was an unholy neon green.

Yuma decided to "help" by adding rainbow sprinkles. Directly into the frying pan.

K didn't even have the energy to yell. He just watched the horror unfold in slow motion.

5:40 PM — Taste Test (Questionable)

They stacked the pancakes — green, lumpy, and suspiciously shiny.

K hesitated before taking a bite.

Taki beamed.
Yuma watched eagerly.

It tasted like regret and raw flour.

"Good, right?" Taki asked.

"Inspiring," K croaked, trying to smile.

📱 Group Chat Later

K: baking powder is a lie. love is a lie.
Nicholas: they got you too huh
Fuma: it's called 'growth' 💀
Jo: pray for his digestive system
Harua: rainbow pancakes? pls post pics
Maki: i volunteer to taste test
Taki: K said our pancakes are INSPIRING 😌
Yuma: we are culinary pioneers

✨ Final Scene: A Soft Ending (Because K's Weak for Them)

That night, after the kitchen was cleaned (badly) and the homework was half-finished (barely), K found both Taki and Yuma fast asleep on the couch.

In between them sat a crumpled sticky note.

On it:

"Thanks for trying to teach us. We'll get it right someday. Love, your favorite disasters."
(Taki wrote "favorite." Yuma added 27 smiley faces.)

K smiled despite himself, tucked a blanket around them, and whispered:

"Someday, huh? Guess I'll stick around to see it."

Even if it meant fire alarms, neon pancakes, and philosophy debates about emotional apples.

The End.
(Because even the worst students can make you the proudest teacher.)