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“Bye sensei!”
Yurika smiled and waved gingerly, “Bye Takashi-kun! See you tomorrow!”
The noises of the children receded as each of them took their bags, ran cheerfully towards their guardians, and waved their teachers goodbye exuberantly. She shook her head at little Takashi who purposely bumped into his mother much like an eager puppy.
Yurika let out a deep exhale, massaging her neck, grateful for the descending silence characteristic of the classroom without the clamor of fifteen children. Yurika loved her job, adored the little munchkins she was paid to educate and care for. But like all working adults, she always anticipated the end of each day with excitement.
She saw Hana-sensei and Hiro-sensei seeing the rest of the kids off and knowing that they would follow her inside to tidy up the room, she entered first, eyes softening when she spotted Kousuke-kun sitting quietly with a book on his lap.
“Daddy’s a bit late today, isn’t he Kousuke-kun?” She said, arranging the tables, chairs and other knickknacks that laid haphazardly on the floor. She had asked the children to clean their things up earlier but as was typical, some of the stuff remained on the floor or weren’t properly stored in their respective containers.
Kousuke looked up from his book and answered firmly, “He’ll come,” and without waiting for a response or a noise of agreement, he returned to his book.
Yurika smiled fondly at that.
Kousuke-kun was such a fascinating child. He was quiet, a little close-off but over the month that he had been enrolled in the kindergarten, she watched him gradually learn to communicate with other kids and even participate in team-oriented activities that he used to loath.
One time, she even heard him guffaw, a loud WAHAHAHA that just absolutely astonished her. It was always a pleasure to observe a child’s growth, to discover their hidden quirks, to see their confidence develop, and to notice a smile of fulfillment whenever they successfully performed whatever they had resolved to do.
Hiro-sensei and Hana-sensei, after sending the children off safely with a jaunty wave and a promise to see each other again tomorrow, returned to the classroom to help Yurika with their end-of-the-day chores and well—to gossip.
“Well, hot dad’s gonna be here again,” Hiro-sensei whispered, grinning like a shark. “Here to slake our tired and parched hearts.” He said dramatically, right hand clutching his chest in an exaggerated manner.
Hana snorted while Yurika shook her head, smiling.
One thrilling aspect about having Kousuke-kun under their care was the lucky chance to ogle and low-key flirt with his father, a famous professional baseball player for the Yomuiri Giants. Miyuki Kazuya was the quintessential alpha, with his glorious physique, his perpetually tousled hair, exceedingly attractive face, and that irresistible smile. Yurika and her co-workers had never missed a chance to shamelessly enjoy the view every time he came to pick up his son.
Aside from his criminally good looks, his obvious devotion to his son was terribly beguiling. Although the world was changing, it was still usually the omega or beta parent or the nanny that fetched the children. Instances involving an alpha parent personally coming to pick up their child were few and far in between. For Kousuke, however, his daddy always collected him without fail which only served to highlight his attractiveness.
All things considered (rich, committed, and hot as fuck), he was really the ideal alpha.
Two weeks into the term, Hiro had joked that maybe he was separated or divorced from Kousuke’s other parent, a very likely explanation. The alpha, as a professional athlete, was absolutely busy and if there was an omega in the picture, then the alpha would have probably been spared from driving though Tokyo traffic after a tiring day of vigorously working out those ridiculous thighs. And if so, Hiro had added gleefully, then it was their chance to seduce him.
But a few days afterwards, Hana informed them that she had spied a golden ring placed on a chain clasped around his neck (Hiro fiercely argued that it wasn’t conclusive, “what if it was a memento from his grandmother?”), but still, a slight disappointment swelled in Yurika’s gut, much to her complete horror.
Miyuki-san had always been kind and polite to her and apparently, Yurika was very much attracted to minimum decency attached to a handsome and popular face. She was so shallow. God help her.
Their light banter was interrupted by the arrival of a new face.
“Hello,” he smiled. The new person, who was obviously an omega, was of middling stature, with soft brown locks, and a bright, gleaming face. “Is Kocchi here?” he asked.
At the nickname, Kousuke perked up from his seat and a glance at the newly arrived omega had him breaking out into a run.
“Mama!”
Oh.
Yurika was stunned.
She turned towards her colleagues. Hana was quite taken aback while Hiro looked on with an inquisitive gaze.
The omega, Kousuke’s mother, apparently, laughed, a twinkling sound soft and light that seemed to pierce through the silence and pervade the entire room. He lifted Kousuke into his arms and peppered his face with kisses.
“Was my baby behaved today?” Kousuke, who was usually a solemn child, grinned so hard and nodded delicately, acting cute in front of his mama. “Then this Sawamura Eijun will reward my baby with lots of cuddles, kisses, and cookies.” He spoke, carding his fingers through Kousuke’s hair.
Another voice filled with mock anger answered pointedly, “It’s been six years since we’re married, and he still calls himself Sawamura. It’s Miyuki Eijun. Miyuki.” Kousuke’s father punctuated. The baseball player was carrying three pink paper bags and petulantly sauntered to his husband.
“Miyuki Kazuya! I was born a Sawamura and I will remain a Sawamura!” The omega pouted angrily.
“That’s not what your ID says.” He said while patting Kousuke’s hair who responded to his mother’s indignation by biting his father’s pinky finger.
Miyuki-san grimaced as he reclaimed his hand, “You’re such a mama’s boy, Kocchi.”
Kousuke stuck his tongue out while his mother laughed and kissed his forehead. “No matter how infuriating papa is, we don’t bite him Kocchi, okay?”
“That’s right, brat.” Miyuki-san seconded. “I did everything for you, even sneaked you some chocolate after dinner but you still chose your mama who abandoned you for a month!”
The kindergarten teachers all watched as Kousuke’s mother pinched his husband and Miyuki-san winced, “I didn’t abandon you Kocchi. You know grandpa Eitoku was sick and mama had to care of him, right?”
Kousuke nodded solemnly. “Is grandpa Eitoku okay now, mama?”
The omega smiled, “That’s right and we’re visiting him on the weekend. Grandpa really wants to see you.”
“I want to see him too!” Kousuke replied eagerly. “Grandpa’s the best!”
Miyuki-san mock wailed, “What about papa, Kocchi?”
“Papa’s naughty. You always tease mama!”
“That’s because mama turns a lovely shade of red every time. He’s so addicting.” As if on cue, Kousuke’s mother turned red.
Miyuki-san laughed, “See Kocchi, mama’s so cute papa wants to eat him.”
“MIYUKI KAZUYA!” The omega screeched, even more flustered. In response, the alpha just snickered, dropping a tender kiss to his omega’s forehead, and prolonging the appearance of that blush which, if asked, he would claim was the reason they had Kocchi ahead of schedule.
Determined to unfetter himself from his husband’s teasing, Kousuke’s mother turned to the three kindergarten teachers who were gawking at the scene.
He showed them a blinding smile, eager to express his gratitude.
“My name is Sawamura—”
“Miyuki.” Kousuke’s mother rolled his eyes.
“—Miyuki Eijun. I’m Kousuke’s mother. Thank you so much for taking care of him!” Miyuki Eijun-san bowed.
“Here’s an omiyage from Nagano! I’ll be picking up Kocchi with Kazuya from now on. Please continue taking care of our son.” He nudged his alpha who obediently moved closer to them and distributed the identical paper bags.
At his proximity, Yurika was suddenly engulfed by a strong heady scent that was a typical feature of imposing alphas. A smell which was usually faint but for some reason, felt full and exhilarating, probably because of the alpha’s feelings. Yurika was surprised. Miyuki-san just smelled so happy.
He too smiled at them and Yurika felt her knees wobble, while Hiro, she saw in her periphery, grabbed the edge of the table to steady himself, and Hana turned tomato red.
Miyuki Eijun-san, hopefully unaware that they were quite frankly (unprofessionally), affected by the electrifying specimen that was his alpha spouse, eagerly said. “Let’s be good friends, everyone!”
The three found themselves nodding, charmed at such a friendly display. When they all managed to stutter their thanks and after a light chat, the couple finally bid them farewell.
“Kocchi, say your goodbyes,” Eijun-san murmured, and Kousuke obediently gave them his bye-bye.
The couple walked away, Miyuki-san threading his fingers through Eijun-san’s left hand while the omega’s right arm was securely wrapped around their precious pup.
Yurika could hear them bickering, watching in awe as the alpha glowed, as if walking a short distance to their car was the best part of his day. The omega looked flustered again, ears twitching as if a cat while Kousuke did his best to grab his father’s fingers and crush it between his teeth.
“Well now that my hopes are officially and forcefully dashed, I just want to say what the ever-loving fuck, they’re so cute.” Hiro muttered.
Hana and Yurika nodded as if still in a trance.
Then, after remembering something, Hana snorted, “Divorced, my ass.”