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It wasn't that Jean didn't want to take his little sister to kindergarten, more he treasured his late mornings sleeping in more. I'm going to need a galloon of coffee to keep up with this shit.
His mom's schedule had changed for work and she had refused to let Sam walk to the school by herself. It was only a fifteen minute walk but it dragged on as they waited for the intersection light to turn green.
Jean sighed happily. At least being at this intersection gave him a moment to get lost in a daydream. He hadn't been pleased when he had graduated the police academy only to be placed in the position of traffic cop and local koban watch. He he had been pissed with the lame position until he had saw him.
Jean didn't use the word 'cute' or 'adorable' lightly, (or hell at all) but that was the only way to describe the other man. He had glasses, freckles and when Jean had seen him, Jean had blushed to the roots of his light brown hair.
When their gazes had locked, the man had smiled wide and his entire face had lit up. Jean had been dumbstruck and-
"Jean! The light's green!"
Jean jerked out his thoughts to Sam pulling on his hand. "Yeah, sorry."
The rest of the walk was uneventful. They got to the front gate and Jean let go of his sister's hand. "Have a great day!"
"Jean! You have to walk me inside." Sam whined.
"Why? It's like 10 feet away." Jean motioned with his hand to the school to illustrate just how close it was.
Sam stomped her foot. Jean let out a groan of frustration and re-grasped her hand. This is so stupid and it's making me late.
Jean let himself get dragged into the school. His eyes wandered all over the walls of the school, they covered in brightly colored papers. Finger painted and colored crayon pictures of people with hands the size of their heads and dogs with legs twice as long as they should be lined the white walls. Jean smirked. He couldn't wait to see what shit picture Sam would draw him so he could put it on his fridge.
"Hello! Welcome to Rose kindergarten."
Jean would have stopped dead in his tracks if his sister hadn't continued to drag him along. Because Jean recognized that voice. It was the voice of the freckled teacher that had been helping cross the main road. Jean almost swore. It was the only logical conclusion to reach, if he had only put the pieces together.
A kindergarten teacher and Jean had seen the rose emblem on the apron. He was walking with his students, so it was clear that the school was near his koban. All this hit Jean like a ton of rocks. Jean tried to pat down his hair but knew it was a lost cause.
"Oh! Omawari-san! What are you doing here?" Marco's face was shocked surprise when he first caught sight of Jean. Then a huge smile spread over his face and Jean's heart almost stopped.
The smile on the freckled face fell for a moment, then it was plastered back on. "Oh, is this your daughter?"
"NO!" Jean yelled so loud that heads turned in his direction. Jean cringed and gave a small nod. "Sorry...Um, no. She's my sister Sam."
He walked up to them and crouched down next to his sister. "Hello. My name's Mr. Bodt. It's really nice to meet you, Sam." Mr. Bodt held out his hand and Sam shook it. He raised up his hand and ruffled her short hair.
Jean knocked her slightly with his knee. "What do we say?"
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Bodt." Sam's head was low. She was normally a ball of energy, but whenever she met anyone new she would turn surprisingly shy. Jean fought the urge to snort. She looked so innocent but he knew better.
"Why don't you go inside and met everyone else? I'm sure they can't wait to met you!" Mr. Bodt smiled wide. Jean swallowed hard.
Mr. Bodt stood up from his crouching position. "I wasn't expecting to met you here."
"Um...ah, um," Jean cleared his throat. "Yeah." That has got to be the lamest thing you have ever done, Jean. Congratulations. Why don't you kill any chance with him? Sounds like a great idea...
Marco giggled nervously and covered his mouth with his hand. "Well, it was nice seeing you. Will you be picking up your sister after school?"
All Jean could do was nod.
"I look forward to seeing you later, Omawari-san." Marco gave one more dazzling smile before moving on to talk to more parents and the other new students to Rose kindergarten.
Jean walked out of the building like he was in a daze. When he was half way to his koban, Jean realized that he had never gotten the teacher's name nor had he told Mr. Bodt his own. Jean wanted to bang his head against a wall. I really must have seemed like a complete idiot! All I could do was stutter! I finally had the chance to talk to him...AH!
It was all Jean could think about during his shift. His sister only had a half day at the kindergarten and Jean was going to pick her up and walk her home during his lunch break.
He had to slow his pace so he wasn't running to Rose kindergarten. He bounced from foot to foot in front of the gate and patted down his hair one more time for good measure. Jean let out a long steadying breath. I can do this! You got this!
Jean strode into the kindergarten like he owned the place. He was in his police officer uniform now and that always made him feel a bit more cocky than usual anyway. Some of the mothers picking up their kids looked at him and he even heard a few of them giggle flirtatiously. But he had eyes for only one person.
"Jean!" Sam bounded towards him and threw up a picture with both her hands. "Look what I drew!"
Jean took the picture out of her out stretched hands. It was a swirl of colors and he was pretty sure it was a picture of a horse...or maybe a dog. Actually he had no idea what it was. "It's um, fantastic. Love the colors."
Sam's eyes grew wide and she smiled. "My backpack." Without further explanation, she ran back into her classroom.
Jean looked up from the picture to see Mr. Bodt saying good-bye to another student. His sister's picture shook in his hand and he tried to steady his thumping heart.
Mr. Bodt looked up and his eyes caught Jean's. The kindergarten teacher was more disheveled than he had been that morning and there was finger paint all over his apron. If possible it made him even more adorable.
"Hey." Jean said rather lamely.
"Omawari-san." A rather nice pink spread over his freckles. "How's work going?"
Jean let out a nervous laugh. "Easier than what you've been doing."
Mr. Bodt looked down at his apron. He let out a giggle. "I suppose it has been a rather hectic day. The first day of class is always the most crazy. All the new students and-"
"Mr. Bodt! I can't find my lunch box!" Whined a small voice from the classroom. Mr. Bodt blinked like he was remembering where he was. He turned back towards the classroom. "Sasha, have you tried looking in your cubby hole?"
He started to walk back in the classroom, but before he got more than two steps away, he turned his head over his shoulder to look at Jean. "Um, will you be dropping off Sam tomorrow?"
"Yes!" Actually his mother had already told him he would need to do it for at least a week. But Jean knew that if it was within his power, no one would be dropping off his sister again but him.
"Good." The teacher flashed a quick smile before going back into the classroom.
Jean cocked his head to the side and let his eyes linger on Mr. Bodt's ass as he walked away. The things I would do to that ass. I bet it has freckles all over it and my hand would slide perfectly between those-
"Jean, I'm ready to go." Came Sam's voice from below him.
Jean shook his head violently to rid it of the lewd thoughts he was having. It wouldn't due to get a hard-on in a kindergarten. "Come on, lets get you home. Hungry?"
He had enough time to kiss his mom on the cheek before handing his sister off to her so he could get back to his koban. Jean had to almost inhale his onigiri as he half-ran back to his post. He made it back just in time.
The rest of the day was rather uneventful but thoughts of a certain freckled face got him through the day of yelling at teenagers for riding double on their bicycles and returning lost wallets.
The next day, Jean took considerable more time on his hair. He also dabbled his favorite cologne behind his ears and he checked himself in the mirror about more ten more times than he normally did.
He left early and nearly ran to his parents house. Sam was still eating breakfast and his mom roped him into eating some pancakes before she left. Jean practically shoved the maple syrup dripping bites into his mouth. He had skipped breakfast in his rush to get to get there.
"You like Mr. Bodt?"
Jean choked on his mouthful of pancakes and sputtered all over the counter. He took a gulp of milk to stop his coughing. "What?!"
"I like Mr. Bodt. He's really nice." Sam took a gulp of her milk. "Right?"
"Oh..." Jean laughed nervously. "Oh, yeah he's nice. Um, so Sam. How is class with Mr. Bodt?" He couldn't believe he was actually prodding his little sister for information. But he was desperate to know more about the cute teacher with freckles and glasses.
"He's really funny and he helps everyone. Like, Eren skinned his knee and Mr. Bodt got the band-aids and he was really nice." Sam explained.
It was going to be harder than he thought trying to get information from a six year old.
"He talked about you." Sam said, like it didn't even matter at all.
"Really?" Jean tried his best to keep the excitement out of his voice. "What did he say?"
"He said you're really nice and you are always a big help when his class crosses the road." Sam said simply.
Jean waited for more but there was no more. The next thing out of Sam's mouth was about her new stuffed rabbit. Jean had to hold in his groan of frustration. Still, he had mentioned him. At least I'm not completely invisible. Jesus, I wonder if he knows my name? I need to actually introduce myself today.
Sam came back from brushing her teeth and by the time they got out the door they were running late. Jean picked up Sam and almost ran to the school with her in his arms. She laughed the entire time and told him to make pony noises.
He was sweaty and his hair was plastered to his forehead by the time he reached the school. Sam jumped out of his arms and made her way to the school. Jean started to follow behind her. Sam looked back and gave him a weird look. "Why are coming?"
"Um, didn't you want me to go to the classroom with you?"
"No. That was yesterday." Sam explained as if it was a no brainer. "It was the first day. All the moms go inside to met the teacher." Sam didn't need to add the 'duh' to make it any more apparent how stupid she thought her older brother was being.
"I should go in with you anyway." Jean said seriously.
Sam just shrugged her shoulders and made her way through the hallway.
Jean let out a sigh. Thank god for once she didn't ask a million questions.
Sure enough there were fewer mothers in the hall than the first day. Then again it could be because they were late. Finally they reached 201 and the door was still open. There was girl who was crying and clinging to her mom.
"I don't want to go!" She wailed.
Jean thanked his lucky stars his sister wasn't sobbing like that. He never was good at with screaming children. Sometimes that made his work day very interesting. Especially when the occasional lost kid would wander into the koban all snot and tears.
"Jean."
Jean's head whipped up at the sound of name because it had definitely not been his sister who had said it. Mr. Bodt was standing in the doorway. His eyes sparkled and his attention lingered on Jean for a moment before going to the mom and her screaming kid.
"Aw, Mikasa it's all right, honey." He was trying his best to sooth the distressed girl by crouching down and patting her head- all it did was make her give a death glare to her fussing teacher.
"But Eren's home! I want to be with Eren!" Mikasa practically screeched.
Mr. Bodt looked up and gave an apologetic look to Jean. "I'll see you later?"
"Yeah." Jean smiled. He gave a small wave as he turned around to leave.
All that kept repeating in his head was that Mr. Bodt had said his name. How does he know my name? I never told him. Oh, duh. He heard Sam calling out my name. It was the most logical explanation but Jean liked to imagine that Mr. Bodt had asked about him.
Jean had a goofy smile on his face the entire way to the koban. He even whistled while doing his paperwork and it made the others suspicious about what had put him in such a good mood.
"You get laid?" Connie asked as he placed a cup of coffee on Jean's desk.
"What? Am I only allowed to be happy if I get laid?" Jean turned his eyes over to roll them at Connie.
"No, but you're not normally this happy about doing paperwork." Connie said as he leaned up against Jean's desk.
"Actually..." Jean hesitated. Connie already knew about his crush on the kindergarten teacher. Admitting to it had been the only way to make sure he had always gotten patrol on the days that Mr. Bodt used the crosswalk to go to the local science museum. "You know my sister Sam, right?"
Connie nodded his head. "Yeah...and?"
"Well, it turns out that Sam's new teacher is him." Jean pursed his lips and fought the blush that wanted to creep up on his cheeks. It was a lost cause and Connie let out a laugh at the strained look on Jean's face.
"Shut up." There wasn't much of a bit to Jean's words. "I haven't even gotten his name yet. Connie, I'm acting like a ten year old girl. This is horrible. What the fuck am I doing?" He buried his head in his hands.
Connie patted Jean's shoulder in sympathy. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll get to put it in his butthole soon enough. Oh, ye of little faith."
"Fuck you." Jean knocked Connie's hand off of his shoulder. "I knew I shouldn't have said anything to you."
Connie raised his hands up in defense. "Don't be that way. I support you in all your teenage gay love for him. How could he say 'no' to you, right? Yeah?" The shorter cop winked and Jean had to fight the urge to throw the cup of coffee at him.
Although it hadn't really helped to talk to him, Jean felt slightly better after telling to someone. If he even mentioned it to Sam, she would tell the whole block and so would his mother. The worse Connie would do was make kissy noises at him after he came back from helping Mr. Bodt and his class cross the street.
Lunch came surprisingly fast and Jean ran for the door. Connie called out "Good luck!" Jean ignored him. It wouldn't be proper for a police officer to flick off someone- let alone another officer.
The baton thumped against his hip as he walked fast to Rose kindergarten. I am getting his name this time! I don't care what I have to do.
Sam was busy talking to another little girl, so Jean bypassed them to go hunt down Mr. Bodt. Jean felt silly, he had no reason to talk to Sam's teacher, but he would figure out one.
Mr. Bodt was smiling softly as he was talking to one of his students. His expression was so soft and full of care that it almost took Jean's breath away. Sam's description of 'nice' did no justice for just how much Mr. Bodt cared about his students.
"Mr. Bodt?" Jean cursed at himself for how small his voice sounded. This was not the way to go about convincing Mr. Bodt had was the coolest and sexist person he had ever met.
Except once again they were interrupted before they could even start. One of the kid's noticed Jean in his uniform and called out "Omawari-san!" He trotted up to Jean and looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Um, hey kid." Jean said awkwardly.
Mr. Bodt let out a chuckle and walked over to them. "This is the omawari-san who will helping us cross the street to the museum, Armin."
The little boy's eyes lit up. "They have bones there. They have stuffed dinosaurs too!"
Mr. Bodt nodded enthusiastically. "I know they do. I'm sure you'll see everything, Armin."
"I hope so. Please take care of us." Armin made a small bow.
"Um, sure." Jean bowed his head and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Armin loves museums." Mr. Bodt happily said as he watched his student run off to join his friends. Jean recognized the little black haired girl who had been screaming before class. She wasn't screaming but the scowl on her face clearly showed how displeased she was at still being at school.
"I have to admit that I'm looking forward to it too. Although for a completely different reason." Mr. Bodt said rather timidly. He bit his lower lip and Jean could feel his insides turning to mush.
"I'm looking forward to it too, Mr. Bodt." Jean looked up to the ceiling unable to catch Marco's eyes. Did I really just call him that?
"By the way, my name's Marco." He raised his hand. Jean took it a little harder than he needed too.
"My name's Jean." Jean beamed. Finally, they had at least been able to exchange names. And they were shaking hands. It wasn't a passionate embrace but it was their first real physical contact. It made all the touch sensations on Jean's hand scream in pleasure.
"I know. I heard Sam call out your name." Marco looked shy as he made his admission. Like somehow he had done something bad by knowing Jean's name. They continued holding hands long after the time needed for a regular handshake. Marco only pulled it away when someone called out his name.
"I have to go..." Marco looked guiltily at Jean.
"I understand. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Jean said reassuringly. He really wanted to stand there and talk to Marco for the next ten hours, but he knew that Marco was still at his job. Maybe I can ask him out to coffee sometime?
Jean finally hunted down Sam. As they made their way out of the classroom, Jean did one more final sweep to see if he could catch one more glance at that freckled face. He caught sight of Marco's back and Jean admired his wide shoulders. He is too well-built to be a kindergarten teacher.
Sam chatted endless about what they had done throughout the school day. Jean nodded his head and added interjections when needed. This seemed to satisfy Sam and so she talked about anything and everything.
He dropped off his sister and like the day before, he munched on an onigiri on his way back to the koban. Jean sat back down on his chair and continued with his paperwork. It still hadn't gotten any more interesting. However, it was easier to fantasize about the teacher now that he knew his first name. Marco Bodt. Jean instantly loved how it sounded. Jean and Marco.
Jean sighed contently.
Marco was walking home late at night by himself. A man came out of the shadows and held a knife at the kindergarten teacher.
"Give me your wallet!" The man with the knife yelled.
"Okay! Please don't hurt me." Marco went to reach for his wallet.
The would be thief lunged forward. Except Jean had seen what was happening from his koban and had ran out to tackle the attacker to the ground. They fought on the ground and he heard Marco cry out in terror for his safety.
"Please be careful! Oh, Jean!"
The thief tried to stab him but Jean knocked the knife out of his hand and gave him a hard right first to the face. The attacker was knocked out cold. Jean stood up and wiped the dirt off of his trousers. "Are you hurt?"
Marco's arms were clutched to his chest and his eyes were wide. "I'm fine. Are you all right?" He stepped forward and ran his hands over Jean's face and chest. Jean grabbed at the franticly moving arms.
"What happens to me doesn't matter as long as your safe." Jean tone was serious and he looked Marco directly in the eyes- trapping him with his intense gaze.
"Oh, Jean." Marco blinked and he licked his lips. "You're so brave."
"Only for you." Jean's eyes softened and he stepped closer to Marco. "You must know how much you mean to me."
Jean leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Marco wrapped his arms tightly around Jean and groaned as Jean's tongue entered his mouth.
He pushed Marco up against the wall and pressed their bodies closer together. Jean could feel every curve of his kindergarten teacher and he had been right- Marco's body felt fucking fantastic. Jean wanted to rip the clothes right off of his freckled body.
Their mouths parted and Jean pressed open mouthed kisses down Marco's neck. He shivered and held onto Jean even tighter. "Jean. Oh, yes. Please!" Marco's pleas went straight to Jean's cock and his blood started to pump harder through his veins.
"Jean...Jean!"
Jean's head popped up from his crossed arms. There was drool at the side of his mouth and he blinked sleepily. "Wha...?" He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.
"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear the noises you were just making." Connie raised an eyebrow and gave Jean a questionable look.
Jean let out a long sigh. Of course that was too good to be true.
"Come on, lover boy. We have patrol." Connie smacked him on the back and made his way to get the keys to the patrol car.
Jean stretched and let out a long yawn. He would have to start going to sleep earlier. But he had always been more of a night owl and waking up that little bit more was draining him more than he expected. But god is it worth it if I get to see that stupid smiling face everyday.
He shifted himself in his trousers and drank the rest of his stale cold coffee. "Yuck." Jean let out one more yawn before trailing after Connie.