Don't Pick Up the Pretty Boys by the Roadside

The three steps to picking up a stray cat should be hearing it meow, walking over, feeling sorry for it, and finally taking it home, right? Kusuba Chacha picked up a pretty boy. She was forced through all three steps: getting cornered on the road, getting tackled to the ground, and being forced to take him home. And then... she couldn't get rid of him. After all, he had a handsome face, a great body, and a sweet mouth. Aside from being a little too good at fighting, there was nothing wrong with him. He was incredibly useful... But she'd never heard of picking up a pretty boy twice, especially when the second one looked so much like the first. Is the pretty-boy father-and-son duo trending now... No, is the father-and-son pretty-boy AU trending? Zenin Toji: Huh? Is this brat trying to steal my rich woman? Fushiguro Megumi: Hah... Coming back sixteen years and seeing this man shamelessly acting like a kept boy. How shameless. Kusuba Chacha: Facing these two identical faces every day, I feel like we've formed some kind of delicate little group. [Kid, that's called a family.] ※ I just want to write everyday life, so there won't be much fighting involved ※ The pretty boy is still just as useful. The setting hasn't changed; it's still the one from next door. Chacha's name hasn't changed either. I don't want to think of another one. Chacha is just an ordinary person.