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Your eyes lazily glaze over the window covered in continuously moving raindrops, a hand supporting your chin as you let out a small sigh. The weather wasn’t going to let up any time soon, just your luck. Stretching your legs, your eyes moved over the nearly empty classroom previously filled with lively toddlers.
There was a timid girl left, who would always keep to herself during breaks, you often wondered if she never felt the need to play with the other kids. And lastly, a boy with raven black hair with downcast eyes as he’s glancing down at his picture book, hands eagerly gripping the pages as the story carried him further and further into a fantasy world. The sight causes a smile to tug at the corner of your lips, prompting you to move a bit closer. “What’s that Eiji?” you bent through your knees, arms resting in front.
The boy turns to you, his dark eyes look up at you with a sparkle as his lips curl up into a giant smile. You tilt your head as his words are all over the place, excitedly babbling on about the characters. You nodded intently as he happily showed you his favourite characters; pointing at a dark haired hero in the picture book.
“This one reminds me of my daddy!” his tiny finger taps the characters- presumably a knight’s- head. The words don’t fail to make you melt a little inside, Eiji was one of your favourite students; he was so attentive and kind towards others, a genuine pleasure to see in class every day.
Your train of thought comes to an abrupt end when you hear shoes tapping on the floor of your classroom. You lift yourself up, dusting your pants off as you turn to face the visitor.
“Oh,” you stop in your tracks, that was unmistakably Eiji’s father, “good afternoon sir” you manage to squeeze the words out of your throat. You had to admit, he was handsome, a tall frame, piercing eyes and the exact same hair as his son, just longer; dressed in dress pants, a button-up and a long coat.
You feel mildly uncomfortable as his eyes linger on you for a little longer than what was considered normal; “You’re here to pick up Eiji right?” as the words leave your mouth you feel the urge to sew it shut, obviously he was here to pick up his son? what kind of question was that!
He nods, Eiji has picked up the fact that his father has come to pick him up and takes off in a hurry to the entrance of the classroom, arms spread out. It comes as a surprise to you when his father quickly reprimands him, pointing at the sink, “Eiji, what do we do before we hug after you come back from school?” the boy stops in his tracks and makes a u-turn for the sink. It coaxes a small giggle from your lips as Eiji is eagerly washing his hands on the stool in front of the sink. Your attention is pulled to the man in the doorframe once more as he speaks up, “were you the one that made the class cookies last week?” his voice is deep, like a low rumble.
You pause, wondering if he’d reprimand you for letting little kids share cookies, maybe he was concerned about the hygienic aspect of it all?
“Ah, yes i did, i just -” his voice interrupts you,
“Eiji really enjoyed them, so much so that he wouldn’t stop asking me to make them for him during the vacation” your brows furrowed in confusion,
“Do you want the recipe then?”
“Well, i’m not really the type that’s good at baking,” the corner of his lip tugged up in a half-smile, “I was going to ask if you could actually come to my house and help out?”.
Your heart skips a beat, it’s minor but you feel that familiar rush, eyes widening in surprise.
“Me?” your finger incredulously taps against your chest, a genuine confused expression staring back at him, “I don’t even know your name.” You were silently thanking whichever part of your brain had managed to spit out some words because you knew deep down you were stunted to the point of having no reply available, this man had asked you to come to his house to help him bake cookies for his son? You’d have to pinch yourself when you were alone because you weren’t believing this.
“Can’t your wife bake?” it was a genuine question, you’d’ve thought he would have turned to his wife for help instead of his son’s teacher. You noticed he was pawing the material of his coat, eyes cast at his son who was eventually running back to him, holding his tiny hands up.
“Look papa! Clean hands” his hands made grabby motions waiting for a reaction from his father who gave him a quick thumbs up, taking the smaller hand in his own.
“Well, you see, his mother and I aren’t together anymore” the comment is short as he’s checking to see if Eiji has taken everything with him to go back home.
“Oh,” you pause for a moment, “In that case, i’d love to come help out”, you gave the man a small nod as he shoots you a thankful look.
“Thank you so much,” he stops to think, “your name?”
“Y/N, I still haven’t caught yours either.”
“It’s Sakusa”.