Sharing is Caring
Title: Sharing is Caring
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x6
Characters: Totsuka (plus the rest of Ebi, and cameos from Kis)
Notes: Kindergarten time. ♥ *turns them all into chibiko in Tottsu's hair* :D
The Baby
"Oh~ what's the fuss now, Hasshin? Don't cry," Totsuka cooed, quickly setting down the paring knife and wiping his hands on his apron. The kids' afternoon tea apples would have to wait.
"Is your diaper messy?" Totsuka asked, scooping up the struggling infant. A quick sniff said no. "Need to burp? No, wait, you want your bottle don't you…"
Hashimoto did indeed want his bottle, and hungrily latched onto the teat with his two tiny hands and teeth.
Totsuka sighed. This was a kindergarten, not a nursery, but the Administrator's wife could not be refused when she wanted shopping-spree time.
The Bully
It was sometime between Hashimoto finishing his milk, and Totsuka managing to procure a burp from the infant that shrieks rang from the playground. Totsuka ran outside, still patting Hashimoto's back. "What just happened, please?"
"Fumi-tan's a wuss, Totsuka-sensei," Goseki reported, wiping his hands primly on the front of his pastel-blue smock. "It was just a Chinese Burn."
"Goseki-kun," Totsuka sighed, crouching. "What did I say about playing nicely?"
"But Tsuka-tan was fine," Goseki frowned, and Tsukada proudly held out his bright red forearms.
Tsuka-chan'd be fine falling from high places, Totsuka didn't say, soothing Kawai's tears instead. "There there…"
The Bold
"Will an Ultraman band-aid make it better, Fumi-tan?" Totsuka asked, distracted as Hashimoto resumed struggling in his arms.
Kawai nodded bravely, lip trembling, and grabbed a chubby fistful of Totsuka's apron.
"Okay, follow me indoors," Totsuka said and stood, but to his dismay Hashimoto chose that moment to not only burp, but cough half his milk up over Totsuka's shoulder. And onto Kawai's head. "Oh, Ryosuke-"
Kawai blinked for two seconds, stunned, but then wailed again when Goseki started laughing at him and Tsukada, full of curiosity, padded over and stuck his hands into the mess in Kawai's curly hair.
The Beautiful
"I can't take my eyes off any of you, can I?" Totsuka sighed, cleaning Kawai up with a damp towel. He'd already washed Tsukada's hands and sat Goseki in a corner By Himself. Kawai sniffled theatrically and pretended he didn't know what Totsuka was talking about.
Hashimoto, at least, had fallen dead asleep after throwing up. By the time Totsuka was done cleaning, all was relatively quiet.
Maybe too quiet.
"Tsuka-chan?" Totsuka called tentatively. "…Tsuka-chan?"
He quickly checked the playground, Little House, and tree branches, but eventually found Tsukada in Goseki's corner, happily getting his face redrawn with a sharpie.
The Brats
Within the next forty playground minutes, Tsukada fell from the monkey bars again, Kawai got sand in his eyes, Yokoo got sand in Fujigaya's eyes, Tamamori fell over, Senga managed to lock himself in the staff toilet, and Nikaido broke the lock trying to get him out. (Miyata also went missing, but nobody noticed.)
By the time Kitayama strolled back in, tying his apron, Hashimoto was crying again and Totsuka was at his wits' end.
"Late, Hiromitsu!"
"Am not," Kitayama yawned. "Lunch is an hour. I set my alarm."
"Sliced apples are on the benchtop," Totsuka told him. "I'm going."
The Bliss
Totsuka's lunch break wasn't completely relaxing, having to take Hashimoto with him since Kitayama didn't like things that couldn't talk back. Still, Hashimoto seemed to like the local park, burbling cheerfully against Totsuka's shoulder and waving at the ducks-that-looked-like-Fumi-tan.
By the time they returned to the kinder, Totsuka felt better.
He found the place silent, Kitayama stretched out asleep with the kids all playing a very serious game of Dead Fish. Typical.
"Otsukare," Totsuka smiled softly, dropping a kiss to Kitayama's temple.
"Eiwww~ Sensei! That's gross!" a voice complained.
"Eyes closed like Kitayama-sensei please," Totsuka reminded mildly. "Including you, Goseki-kun."
Unit for Points: Kis-My-Ft2
Word Count: 100 x6
Characters: Totsuka (plus the rest of Ebi, and cameos from Kis)
Notes: Kindergarten time. ♥ *turns them all into chibiko in Tottsu's hair* :D
The Baby
"Oh~ what's the fuss now, Hasshin? Don't cry," Totsuka cooed, quickly setting down the paring knife and wiping his hands on his apron. The kids' afternoon tea apples would have to wait.
"Is your diaper messy?" Totsuka asked, scooping up the struggling infant. A quick sniff said no. "Need to burp? No, wait, you want your bottle don't you…"
Hashimoto did indeed want his bottle, and hungrily latched onto the teat with his two tiny hands and teeth.
Totsuka sighed. This was a kindergarten, not a nursery, but the Administrator's wife could not be refused when she wanted shopping-spree time.
The Bully
It was sometime between Hashimoto finishing his milk, and Totsuka managing to procure a burp from the infant that shrieks rang from the playground. Totsuka ran outside, still patting Hashimoto's back. "What just happened, please?"
"Fumi-tan's a wuss, Totsuka-sensei," Goseki reported, wiping his hands primly on the front of his pastel-blue smock. "It was just a Chinese Burn."
"Goseki-kun," Totsuka sighed, crouching. "What did I say about playing nicely?"
"But Tsuka-tan was fine," Goseki frowned, and Tsukada proudly held out his bright red forearms.
Tsuka-chan'd be fine falling from high places, Totsuka didn't say, soothing Kawai's tears instead. "There there…"
The Bold
"Will an Ultraman band-aid make it better, Fumi-tan?" Totsuka asked, distracted as Hashimoto resumed struggling in his arms.
Kawai nodded bravely, lip trembling, and grabbed a chubby fistful of Totsuka's apron.
"Okay, follow me indoors," Totsuka said and stood, but to his dismay Hashimoto chose that moment to not only burp, but cough half his milk up over Totsuka's shoulder. And onto Kawai's head. "Oh, Ryosuke-"
Kawai blinked for two seconds, stunned, but then wailed again when Goseki started laughing at him and Tsukada, full of curiosity, padded over and stuck his hands into the mess in Kawai's curly hair.
The Beautiful
"I can't take my eyes off any of you, can I?" Totsuka sighed, cleaning Kawai up with a damp towel. He'd already washed Tsukada's hands and sat Goseki in a corner By Himself. Kawai sniffled theatrically and pretended he didn't know what Totsuka was talking about.
Hashimoto, at least, had fallen dead asleep after throwing up. By the time Totsuka was done cleaning, all was relatively quiet.
Maybe too quiet.
"Tsuka-chan?" Totsuka called tentatively. "…Tsuka-chan?"
He quickly checked the playground, Little House, and tree branches, but eventually found Tsukada in Goseki's corner, happily getting his face redrawn with a sharpie.
The Brats
Within the next forty playground minutes, Tsukada fell from the monkey bars again, Kawai got sand in his eyes, Yokoo got sand in Fujigaya's eyes, Tamamori fell over, Senga managed to lock himself in the staff toilet, and Nikaido broke the lock trying to get him out. (Miyata also went missing, but nobody noticed.)
By the time Kitayama strolled back in, tying his apron, Hashimoto was crying again and Totsuka was at his wits' end.
"Late, Hiromitsu!"
"Am not," Kitayama yawned. "Lunch is an hour. I set my alarm."
"Sliced apples are on the benchtop," Totsuka told him. "I'm going."
The Bliss
Totsuka's lunch break wasn't completely relaxing, having to take Hashimoto with him since Kitayama didn't like things that couldn't talk back. Still, Hashimoto seemed to like the local park, burbling cheerfully against Totsuka's shoulder and waving at the ducks-that-looked-like-Fumi-tan.
By the time they returned to the kinder, Totsuka felt better.
He found the place silent, Kitayama stretched out asleep with the kids all playing a very serious game of Dead Fish. Typical.
"Otsukare," Totsuka smiled softly, dropping a kiss to Kitayama's temple.
"Eiwww~ Sensei! That's gross!" a voice complained.
"Eyes closed like Kitayama-sensei please," Totsuka reminded mildly. "Including you, Goseki-kun."