The rain was coming down in thick, silver curtains, turning the streets of Tokyo into a blur of taillights and umbrellas. I checked my phone for the fifth time. A message from my cousin, Yuki, glowed on the screen:
“Haru-kun is asleep in the back seat. The highway is a mess. There’s no way I can make it back to Chiba tonight. I’m so sorry, Saki. Can you please just take him for the night? The spare key is under the frog.”
Under the frog. Of course. My cousin lived in a stylish, minimalist apartment that clashed horribly with the chubby ceramic frog guarding her doormat.
Ten minutes later, I was standing in her dark, quiet living room, holding a large tote bag and staring down at a small, sleeping boy wrapped in a blue blanket. Haru. Age 6. Shinseki no ko — my cousin’s child, which made him… what, my first cousin once removed? I never knew the correct term. All I knew was that I was a 25-year-old graphic designer who lived on instant ramen and caffeine, and I was now responsible for a human life for the next twelve hours.
“Okay, Haru,” I whispered, carrying him to the guest futon I’d laid out. “We can do this. You sleep, I’ll watch Netflix on mute. Perfect plan.”
I had just settled onto the couch when a small, sleepy voice cut through the silence.
“This isn’t my house.”
I nearly dropped my phone. Haru was sitting up, his dark hair a messy bird’s nest. He wasn’t crying. He was just staring at me with an expression far too serious for a first-grader.
“No,” I admitted. “It’s your mom’s house. But she’s stuck on a highway. So it’s just you and me tonight. I’m your cousin Saki. Remember? We met at the New Year’s party. You beat me at Mario Kart.”
He blinked. “You drove into the lava on purpose.”
“I… did not. That was a tactical error.”
He didn’t smile. He just pulled the blanket up to his chin and looked around the dim room. “I’m thirsty.”
Step one: Hydration. I could do this. I went to the kitchen, filled a plastic cup with water, and returned like a champion. He took one sip. shinseki no ko to otomari dakara 1
“It tastes like metal.”
“It’s from the tap.”
“My mom uses the blue filter.”
I stared at him. He stared back. We were at a stalemate. I sighed, dug through her fridge, and found a small bottle of barley tea. He drank it without complaint.
“Okay,” I said, trying a gentle smile. “Back to sleep?”
“No.”
My eye twitched. “No?”
“The rules,” he said, counting on his tiny fingers. “Rule one: We have a snack before bed. Rule two: Two stories. Rule three: Check for monsters under the bed. Rule four: Leave the hall light on. Rule five…”
He stopped, his brow furrowed.
“Rule five?” I prompted.
“Rule five is a secret,” he mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head.
I looked at the tote bag his mom had packed. It was a Mary Poppins bag of childhood: a change of pajamas (dinosaur print), a toothbrush shaped like a giraffe, a worn-out picture book called The Little Mole Who Knew It Was None of His Business, and a small plastic container of sliced apples. The rain was coming down in thick, silver
I brought out the apples. He emerged from the blanket cocoon. We ate them in silence, listening to the rain.
“Story time,” I said, picking up the mole book. It was a weirdly educational story about animal droppings. As I read, I heard a soft sound. Not crying. Laughing. A tiny, genuine giggle at the part where the mole pooped on the dog’s head.
When I finished, I closed the book. “Monster check?”
He nodded solemnly. I got down on my hands and knees and peered under the futon. Dust bunnies. A lost hairpin. No monsters.
“All clear.”
He lay down again, and I reached for the light switch. But his small hand shot out and grabbed my sleeve.
“Rule five,” he whispered.
“Tell me.”
He pulled me closer, and his breath was warm against my ear. “Rule five… you have to sing the train song. Mom always sings it.”
I froze. I couldn’t carry a tune to save my life. But the look in his eyes — a mix of exhaustion and the faintest hint of fear — broke something in me.
So I sat cross-legged on the floor, leaned my back against the futon, and began to hum a lullaby my own mother used to sing. It wasn’t about trains. It was about the sea. But he closed his eyes anyway.
Within two minutes, he was asleep, his tiny hand still wrapped around my sleeve. "Because it’s a sleepover with a relative’s child,
I didn’t move. I just sat there, listening to the rain and his soft breathing, feeling a strange warmth spread through my chest.
This was going to be a very long night. But maybe, just maybe, it was going to be okay.
To be continued…
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"Because it’s a sleepover with a relative’s child, part 1"
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The manga is relatively short compared to major Shounen epics. It is typically collected into 2 to 3 volumes (Tankobon).
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Title: First Impressions: Shinseki no Ko to Otomari Dakara 1
Content:
The first installment of Shinseki no Ko to Otomari Dakara delivers exactly what the title promises: a cozy, slightly awkward sleepover scenario between an adult and a young relative. But don’t let the simple premise fool you. Chapter 1 excels at small, meaningful moments—like the protagonist nervously fluffing a futon or the child secretly checking if the door is locked.
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Final verdict for Part 1:
A slow-burn, character-driven start. Perfect for readers who enjoyed Yotsuba&! or Sweetness & Lightning. Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ (4/5) – promising setup.