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“Okay, kids! It’s Career Week this week, so this week I asked some of my friends to come in and talk to you about their careers, does that sound fun?”
“Yeah!” Koushi’s 24 students replied. Koushi knew it was a little too early for eight year olds to pick a career, but the administration wanted him to do it, so he didn’t really have much of a choice. Besides, it was fun trying to catch up with his old teammates and have them meet his kids- Asahi was scheduled for Wednesday, Tsukishima on Thursday, Ennoshita on Friday- he had no idea how he’d done it, but he even managed to get Kuroo from Nekoma to talk about his work in a science lab for Tuesday. But his favorite of all of them was up first.
“Mr. Sugawara?” A young girl raised her hand. “How do you have so many friends?”
“Well, Ami,” he started. “It’s because I joined a club when I was in school and I made friends that way.”
He would have said more, but there was a knock on the door. “I think that’s our first friend!” Koushi went to open the door, and there he was.
He never got tired of looking at Daichi in his police uniform. He’d only been a cop for about a year, but he had already lost count of all the times he had undressed his husband from it (it still stunned him that they were married sometimes). He couldn’t afford to think about that in front of the kids, though. He didn’t think they’d notice any physical reactions, but he definitely wasn’t willing to take the risk.
Daichi was looking at him funny, probably wondering what was wrong with him. He managed to compose enough to say, “Hello there! Would you please introduce yourself to the class?” Time for all of the most important people in my life to meet each other. All I can do now is hope things go okay. They had gone over the gist of what was expected the night before, and as long as he managed to hit the major points, Koushi would be satisfied.
Daichi cleared his throat before starting. “Right, well. I am Officer Daichi Sawamura of the Miyagi Police Force. My job is to make sure people are following the laws and solving crimes.” One of the boys, Motoki, raised his hand. “I wasn’t planning on answering any questions right now, but you have your hand raised, so let’s hear it.”
“Do you have a gun?” He knew that question would come up eventually, but he didn’t think it’d be the first one. “Have you ever killed anybody? Do you shoot a lot of people? Does blood really shoot out of people-” The boy looked like he was just getting warmed up with the question, but his teacher cut him off.
“Remember, Motoki, one question at a time. We’ve talked about this before. I’m sorry about this, Officer.” They had decided that they probably shouldn’t tell the kids that they were married, so they would stick to their professional titles. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s alright. Boys that age are always interested in guts and blood- I know I was. I do have a gun, but I don’t have it on me right now. I keep it in my patrol car when I’m not working. I haven’t killed anyone, but-” The look his husband was shooting him was telling him, you are not telling this story to a group of children, or you will be sleeping on the couch tonight. Koushi didn’t think the kids needed to hear about how Noya and Tanaka had tried to take Daichi’s gun from him and almost gotten themselves killed. “Looks like your teacher doesn’t want me telling this story. Does anyone else have a question?”
A girl, Tomomi, raised her hand. “Do you have a police dog?”
“Yes, I do. His name is Takeo. I have some pictures, if anyone wants to see.” With some help, he was able to hook his phone up to the projector so the whole class could look at the same time. While Daichi was talking to the kids, Koushi couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He was glad that his kids liked his husband. At the first few schools he had interviewed at, they had lost interest in him when he said he was engaged to another man, but thankfully they were able to find a school in Miyagi that didn’t care about his sexual orientation. He knew Daichi would have transferred to another prefecture if need be, but he didn’t want to uproot their life together when it was just getting started.
Koushi had been kind of zoning out until he heard a certain question. “Mr. Sugawara told us that he got married over our summer vacation. Do you know who he’s married to?”
None of the students could tell, but Koushi knew when his husband was embarrassed. He had the same look he’d had all those years ago, when the vice principal’s wig had flown onto his head. Koushi sounded like he was coughing, trying to hold back his laughter at the idea that he could be married to someone who wasn’t this man. Even if Bokuto had almost ruined his wedding, he still wouldn’t change anything. Koushi had come back to school slightly sunburnt and he’d told the kids that he had gotten married. Ever since then, the kids had been trying to figure out what kind of person he was married to, and now they’re asking the man himself.
“Can we please keep questions on topic?”
The lunch bell rang before anything else could happen, and Koushi had to guide the children to the lunch room. Koushi came back a few minutes later, knowing they only had about 15 minutes before Daichi had to go back to the station. Koushi had brought their lunches with him to school, and they ate mostly in silence, but occasionally Koushi would talk about the other guests that were coming later in the week, or anything that needed to be done around the house.
The children had been disappointed when they came back from lunch and Officer Sawamura was nowhere to be found. Kissing him goodbye had made him feel like a housewife, but he supposed there were worse feelings that could be had.
During math class, Tomomi had raised her hand again.
“Is Officer Sawamura your husband?”
Oh. Well, they had decided not to tell, but the situation changed when the kids figured it out on their own.
“Tell him we’ll beat him up if he’s ever mean to you!”
“Yeah, you got it right. Officer Daichi is my husband. No making violent threats to him, though. That’s a bad thing to do.”
“Does that mean we don’t have to do math?”
“Not a chance.”