Chris stood in front of the classroom mirror at home, adjusting his tie for the third time. The light blue shirt and gray slacks looked professional, but his hazel eyes betrayed the butterflies doing flips in his stomach. Today was the day—his first official job as a kindergarten teacher at Sakura Elementary, the small local school just a ten-minute drive away.
Haru leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, soft smile on his face. Ichigo, now a confident six-year-old with a backpack almost as big as him, peeked around Haru's legs.
"You look like a real teacher, Chris!" Ichigo declared, bright brown eyes wide. "The kids gonna love you!"
Chris knelt, pulling him into a hug. "Thanks, buddy. Hope so. Any tips from a pro student?"
Ichigo thought serious. "Share crayons. And no eating glue."
Haru chuckled, ruffling Ichigo's wavy black hair. "Solid advice. You'll do great."
Chris stood, smoothing his shirt. "Nerves are real. Twenty little humans looking at me. What if they hate circle time?"
Haru stepped close, hands on Chris's shoulders. "They won't. You're kind, fun, patient—everything a kid needs. You've prepped songs, stories, games. Breathe."
Chris exhaled shaky, leaning forehead to Haru's. "Two years ago, I was babysitting one kid—you and Ichigo. Now full class. Feels big."
Haru kissed him soft. "Big good. Proud of you."
School arrival: Chris parked, bag heavy with supplies—name tags, books, puppets. Principal greeted warm, tour quick. Classroom bright: tiny desks, alphabet wall, reading corner with pillows.
Kids trickled in—backpacks dragging, parents lingering. Chris greeted each: "Hi! I'm Mr. Chris. Excited to meet you!"
Names learned fast: Sora with pigtails, Kenji shy, Mia-lookalike Hana bold. Circle time: song "Hello" with claps—giggles instant. Story—dino adventure—eyes wide.
Snack: juice boxes, fruit. One spill—Chris calm wipe, "Accidents happen!"
Art: finger paint chaos—Chris sleeves rolled, joining mess. Laughter loud.
Lunch/recess: playground monitor, swings pushed, "Higher, Mr. Chris!"
Day flew—tears one (homesick, hug fixed), shares learned, friends made.
Pickup: parents thanks, "He talked nonstop about you!"
Home: Ichigo tackle. "How kids?"
Chris grinned tired happy. "Amazing. Messy, loud, perfect."
Haru hug tight. "Told you."
Dinner: pasta reward, Ichigo "teacher stories" demand.
Bedtime: Ichigo out fast.
Living room dim, lights low. Chris collapsed couch. "Exhausted. Best kind."
Haru pulled close. "Celebrate first day."
Kiss started soft—pride deep. Turned heated quick. Chris straddled lap, lips hungry. Tongues brushed urgent, breaths ragged.
Shirts shed—Chris's lifted slow, Haru's yanked. Skin met hot, slim pressing medium. Haru's mouth neck—kissing slow, nipping gentle. Chris arched, gasp breathy, grinding instinctive.
Pants undone impatient, pushed away. Bare, sweat-slick. Bodies aligned—Haru's hand wrapping firm, stroking rhythm rolls. Chris bucked, moans soft, legs tight.
Haru's free hand traced thigh, deepening friction. Pleasure coiled intense—eyes locked, hazel joyful tired, brown full love. Whispers: "First day win," Chris panted; "Every day with you," Haru husky.
Climax shared—Chris tensing beautiful, release crashing muffled cry. Haru followed, shuddering deep.
Tangled after, breaths evening. Chris smiled lazy. "Teacher high best."
Haru kissed temple. "With my favorite student."
Morning routine: pancakes, Ichigo "school tips" for Chris. Day two nerves less—job love growing.
First teaching job—dream real, family proud.