#sigzai week

for sigzai week (2023) on twt day 3: no abilities + occupation + children

While Yosano-san explained everything that would surely come in handy when it came to interacting with the kids (including their individual particularities) and Ozaki-san rummaged in search for a fitting apron… their coworker had been occupying himself by throwing not-so-subtle glances towards Sigma’s direction. Well, it was his coworker now too, and he already knew him as Dazai Osamu. But the point was how he had been staring. And, instead of uncomfortable or awkward, Sigma was finding it somewhat flattering.

“You’re gonna love them.” Speaking of which, Dazai didn’t hesitate in approaching him either, once they were all done. “They can be a handful at times, obvi, but y’know.”

“Ah, I have no doubt.” And less when Dazai was saying it so earnestly, and with a prize-winning smile.

“And of course, they’re gonna love you too.” He even winked, causing Sigma to be the one staring right then. To be honest, he was pretty handsome.

“Well, hope so.” Sigma answered, just as sincerely. “I mean, I never thought they would hate me or anything. But you know, the first day’s nervousness and all.”

“Aw, Sigma-kun.” Dazai almost cooed, taking his hand. Thankfully, he wasn’t quick to blush, because the warm feeling in his chest suggested his face would be quite red otherwise. “It’s gonna go smooth as hell.”

“Language!” Ozaki-san complained from the opposite corner of the room. No kid was nearby to hear them, but he guessed it was force of habit at that point.

“Smooth as heck.” It wasn’t even that funny, and yet Sigma giggled softly. “Oh, having fun? Yeah, that’s more like it.” Dazai’s smile only grew wider. “Anyway, you have all of us to give you a hand, so believe me.”

It wasn’t until then when he let go of Sigma’s hand, crossing his arms with the stance of someone who was more than certain of what they were saying. And it was impossible not to be influenced by such confidence, not when Sigma himself was very hopeful about it.

“No doubt I’m going to like it here.” He said, smiling back.

“Good. And now get ready, ‘cause they usually start to arrive around this hour, like… three, two…”

Dazai hadn’t even finished the countdown when the classroom’s door opened, revealing a white-haired kid with some black strands who carried a handful of bags filled with cookies.

“Hi!!! These are to celebrate we have Sigma-sensei now. We can all share!”

No, there was no doubt indeed.