When it came to taking care of children, Hirato quite frankly had no clue what he was suppose to do. As the youngest child in his family he'd never had to take care of siblings and there certainly weren't any Circus classes on child care as they'd never been deemed necessary. Still, despite his lack of knowledge he couldn't help but feel protective as he glanced at the child cradled in his arms. The boy, Yogi, had spent the last hour or so sobbing quietly into Hirato's cloak but it seemed he had finally worn himself out. At the moment he seemed to be fast asleep, his small hands clutching Hirato's shirt tightly as if he was afraid that he would disappear.
Hirato didn't know how it had happened, but somehow during the short walk from where they had found the boy to where the rest of the searchers were, Yogi had become attached to him. When he and Tsukitachi had tried to hand him off to the higher ups so he could be taken to the Research Tower and be checked out, the boy had clung tightly to him and refused to let go.
No matter what they did Yogi refused to be separated from Hirato, much to the amusement of some and the annoyance of others. Eventually it had been decided that Hirato would be removed for the search team and instead assigned to escort the boy to the Research Tower.
It was because of that he was now sitting in one of Circus's ships with the sleeping boy cradled in his arms. He was pretty sure that several of his classmates would be laughing if they could see him now, the prodigy Hirato assigned the task of babysitter, yes he was sure they would get a good laugh out of that.
Still he couldn't bring himself to mind, he'd never been overly concerned with what other people thought of him and he was pretty sure that Yogi had been through enough as it was without getting passed around to different Circus members.
As Yogi muttered something in his sleep he couldn't help but smile slightly, when he was asleep the boy looked so peaceful and happy instead of terrified and sad. Gently wrapping his cloak around the boy, Hirato softly ruffled his hair, silently promising himself that he would make sure Yogi didn't suffer anymore.