ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛꜱ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ. ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ… ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ɪᴛ.
The classroom buzzed with laughter, chatter and squeals as little colorful crayons glide on every small child's paper. It was rather amusing as you watched the kids either stuck their tongues out in focus or boast about their colorful drawings to others.
Clapping your hands, small heads turn with curiosity and eagerness, "Okay, everyone," you smiled, roaming the room and even reaching down to pat a few heads. "Today we're drawing our families."
Chimes of tiny and excited "Okay!"'s rang from every corner making a soft feeling in your heart swell.
"I'm drawing flowers on mine!"
"Your drawing is ugly."
"I was inspired by you."
After a short series of comforting crying children and convincing them to make peace to stop your ears from bursting, you wandered between the chromatic round tables.
Eventually, you reached Megumi.
The son of the very man you began to feel annoyance towards lately.
"You almost done?" Lowering your head, you glanced at his drawing, gaze softening when you noticed how he didn't draw his mother.
It was him,
two dogs that were black and white,
and finally Toji.
Megumi replied, "Mhm." his tiny hands still coloring the bright yellow sun in the corner of the paper.
Eyeing his drawing, you couldn't help but bit the inside of your cheek when seeing how the child drew his father.
A stick figure with a wonky broad chest and with the cherry on top, a small head. "W-wow, such a good artist you are." It took every ounce of control you have in your body to not burst out laughing and accidentally offend Megumi.
—
The final bell rang, signaling the end of the day for the kids and your time with them too. The once lively classroom slowly emptied as parents came to collect their children who were very eager to show their drawings.
“Bye, Miss Y/N!”
“See you tomorrow!”
“Don’t forget my dinosaur sticker!”
“I won’t,” you laughed as the silent promises of stickers and stamps silently faded, waving until the last few children disappeared through the doorway.
But, just as you were about to grab your bag and close the classroom for the day, your gaze landed to a rather particular dark haired little boy.
“…Megumi.” With furrowed brows, you couldn't help but feel the familiar feeling of annoyance towards Toji with how late he was, even when picking up his own son.
The little boy quietly packed his crayons into the box before standing, struggling to find the other strap of the bag for a few seconds before finally huffing in success.
Right on cue—
The classroom door slid open. Loud enough to make you know exactly who it was.
With hands tucked inside his pockets, Toji leaned lazily against the frame. Gaze as lazy as he was and eyes locked on your figure.
“Yo.”
You didn’t even look up.
“…You’re late, again.” the irritation in your voice was quiet but loud enough to make him chuckle at your reaction.
“Barely.” he shrugged.
“…Amazing.” a sarcastic reply escaped your lips before you could stop it. That made Toji smirk, the scar on his lips lifting.
Grabbing both of your attentions, Megumi tugged on Toji's sweat pants, cheeks faintly red with embarrassment as he reached up to show his very own drawing. "Look."
Toji smiled at his son's actions, and for a split second you couldn't help but feel your heart race at the sight. But all that ended when Toji's expression turned into one with disbelief.
"Why do I look like that?" He pointed at the drawn figure, brows narrowed slightly. Your lips turned into a tin line, praying for strength to control the laughter you know would just sound like a bomb going off.
"Like what?"
"Bud, I'm built like a refrigerator." he stated the obvious making you let out a cough mixed laugh.
Finally, the day ended with Megumi asking if Toji liked the drawing and with you ignoring Toji's gaze as the father-son finally left. If you were being honest, hilarious moments like these were what makes Toji seem less annoying. 
