loving like we've been kept captive.
like anyone else, kuroko had his good days and his bad. he was one of two kindergarten teachers here and their classes were decently small, but big enough to where he had to have eyes in the back of his head. kuroko liked kids, he liked teaching, but never really wanted to start a family of his own. he'd known that for many years, even when he was younger, and that didn't really seem to appeal to most people. everyone got confused as to why he wouldn't want his own children. maybe it'd be different once you fall in love, they said, but he could count how many times he'd been in love before on one hand and how many times he'd thought about starting families with them on none. it wasn't as if commitment was his issue, but there was something very nice about being able to give children back to their parents at the end of the day. he didn't doubt he'd be a great father, but all the same, it was really nice to go home to just a dog and no screaming children.
speaking of which. blue eyes shot over immediately to the crying child that was holding a broken crayon in her little fingers. wiping his hands down on his apron, kuroko approached slowly, very aware that the other kids were staring at the girl with the bright pink hair and grey eyes full of big tears. crouching, kuroko smiled at her, put a hand atop her head. after getting the details, between huge sniffles, kuroko chuckled at her and took the broken crayon. taking her hand, he put his finger to his lips and lead her off towards his desk. "i have something, if you promise to take really good care of them." now intensely, laser focused, the girl nodded her head emphatically and hopped along. gone were her tears, replaced by the desire to know just what her sensei had for her. "this can be our little secret, ok?" again she nodded as he pulled up one of the plastic tables and set out some paper on it. leaving her to sit down, kuroko dug through his drawers for a box of sparkling crayons that he'd gotten but had yet to use on anything important. what was more important than making sure she was smiling, right?
holding them out to her, he sat on the ground at the table and popped open the box. her eyes were huge as saucers when she saw they had glitter in them, and kuroko couldn't have been happier. he smiled softly; she, indeed, kept her word, and held them like they were precious things. kuroko watched her for a few minutes before he got up to head around the room. some kids called him over to look at their drawings, others ran to him with pages in their hands, shoving them at him because they were for him. he'd amassed such a huge collection of drawings that, honestly, he didn't know what to do with them. a lot were in a book in the drawer of his desk, some he took home. he'd keep them all, probably even long after these children moved on from him.
the bell that sounded was something like a reverie for him and he clapped his hands together. with everything left at tables, he made sure everyone grabbed everything from their cubbies and affixed a few light jackets just right, before heading out to greet parents and make sure all their children got to them safely. counting each child out the door, one was missing, and kuroko turned around to see the little pink princess still at the table, meticulously putting away his special, sparkly crayons. chuckling, he trotted over to her, wiggling his fingers at her. "time to go, princess," he chirped. a little shocked when she insisted that he pick her up, kuroko did so without trouble, holding onto her as she thanked him and held a picture for him and one for her dad.
once outside, he stood amongst everyone else, waving to parents and older siblings as they picked up their children. still holding onto the little girl, he studied the drawing she'd made for him, smiling thoughtfully. she was probably one of the most talented kids in the class; though he shouldn't make that judgment, they were only five, after all. she was still rambling when her father came onto the scene, and kuroko almost didn't notice him at first. looking up, he had to double-take, turning her in his direction. "ah look, there's daddy," he sing-songed, carefully setting her down.
open + so. cute school teacher has a crush on hot single dad? yes. hot single dad has a thing for cute school teacher? yes. please give me cute boys eventually confessing ;;