RP Log: Atobe Keigo, Jirou Akutagawa
Who: Atobe Keigo and Jirou Akutagawa (Plus hordes of kids)
What: Atobe comes to Jirou's class for show and tell
Where: Jirou's classroom
When: A few weeks ago
Rating: G
The only trouble with teaching was that Jirou had to be at school at seven in the morning which meant no sleeping in except for the weekends. Today was supposed to be career day and while it wasn't normally required for the teacher to bring in their own parent for the activity, Jirou wanted to join in on the fun and lead by example. Atobe Keigo did the coolest thing he'd ever known anyone to do, he ran an entire hotel all by himself and someday he'd run a whole entire empire. Atobe really was like a king, except only now he was really just a prince.
'Prince Atobe.' That kind of had a nice ring to it, Jirou decided, looking over at the other man.
Jirou was excited that Atobe was with him today, not only did he get to show off someone who had an awesome job, but Atobe got to see what he did. "First, I have to get things set up." The blond stretch, arms raising high over his head as he yawned while they made their way down the hall. Jirou was oblivious as the other teachers, stopped to stare at Atobe Keigo. Some stared because of who he was, others simply did simply because he was gorgeous. Jirou smiled at them, waving as he did most mornings unaware of how interesting his company was to them as he pulled out keys to open the classroom. "This is it!" He held the door open for Atobe to step in to the brightly lit room, Jirou made sure to open every window he could in the classroom the first day he came. Sun light helped him keep awake. "You can sit at my desk if you wanna, Atobe-buchou!" He pointed to the large desk in the front of the class room, proud to say he had one (at least for the next four months at least).
Right away he started moving around the room, pulling chairs down from the top of the desk and straightening up here and there before coming over to the chalk board to write out the lesson plan for the day. It wasn't the most complex of things, these were first graders after all, half of the job was just keeping them focused. "Thanks for coming Atobe-buchou." Jirou looked back at him over his shoulder, feeling a little more awake as he moved around and focused on things for his class. "I don't think the kids have ever met anyone like you." He smiled, drawing a small cherry tree down in the corner of the blackboard, pulling out some of the colored chalk he'd bought himself just to warm up the tiny classroom. Jirou had done a lot of decorating in the class room in the short time he'd been there, the kids had seemed to love it though, so it was worth the extra effort.
Atobe's eyes swept over the classroom, almost in shock. Going to an exclusive, private elementary school in England seemed worlds away from what these children were educated in. Everything was simply smaller and far...cheaper looking. None the less, Jirou looked thrilled and happy, and that was all that mattered he supposed. It would be intriguing to see how Jirou interacted with the tiny ones, but Atobe had faith in his long-time friend. The blond was kind of like a child himself so...it couldn't be that hard for the normally sleepy man to handle it.
"I'm sure they will love me." Atobe finally replied, watching Jirou draw on the board. "How could they not? I'm amazing right?" He could always count on Jirou to affirm the truth.
Jirou looked away from the chalk board, dusting his hands on his pants as he turned to the older man. "I think you are. And I bet they will." Jirou had a gift of seeing the best in people and past Atobe's ego he did see a really amazing person. "Are you nervous about meeting all the kids?" He asked, sitting on the edge of his desk, pulling at a loose fiber on the slacks Oshitari had bought for him. Atobe probably wasn't, but Jirou wasn't sure. He'd handled business men and tennis teams but kids were a whole other ball game. Honey colored eyes lifted to look at the clock, the first wave of kids would be arriving in about ten minutes, the bell would ring and class would start.
Atobe shook his head, pushing his hair away from his face. "Why would I be nervous?" Unless they were all hellions and went crazy, but hopefully Jirou had that under control. He knew how to control employees and clients and investors, but not children. Their brains were tiny, however, so he had no doubt that he could suppress them if the need arose. "I am sure they will love to hear how a hotel is run."
In reality, the heir tired of running the hotel day after day and longed for the day when he would inherit the entire empire. Reality was reality, however, and he knew that he would have to pay his dues and work hard in order to achieve his goal. A noble sacrifice to say the least. "Are the students bringing people as well?"
"Well, they have been but only one a day. Today is my day." Jirou smiled, watching Atobe push hair out of his face. He was a really handsome guy, the blond noted, thoughts nothing but pure towards a man he viewed as an older brother in a way. It was about that time that the budding teacher slipped off the desk and went to stand in the doorway and only a few short moments later when a small roar of children and their tiny feet grew louder. "Good Morning!" Jirou greeted happily, patting a few heads as the children rushed into the room chirping their own greetings at him before taking their seats.
Atobe watched as about two dozen tiny people rushed into the classroom energetically and took their seats. Just looking at them made Atobe feel exhausted already as he took another long drought from his coffee mug. Suddenly having a new respect for Jirou as well as a curious itch as to how he managed to stay awake with such squirmy students, the heir tentatively waved back to a few of the students who were staring and greeting him as well. They seemed to be fascinated by the presence of another person in their classroom, and really who could blame them? Atobe kind of liked them already.
Sitting back and observing, he waited for Jirou to introduce him before making any moves or beginning.
Jirou smiled and shooed the small gathering around his desk away from Atobe and to their seats just as the bell rang. 'Just in time.' Jirou smiled, taking his place at the front of the class just as his last student took her seat. He had to make sure he did well today, Atobe was watching and he wanted him to be proud of the work he did. "Good Morning, class." The chorus of tiny voices hollered their good morning back, some later then others. It brought a smile to Jirou's face. He went through his usual routine of calling names and accounting for everyone in the class as he marked them off. "Atobe Keigo." He called, wondering if he'd catch his buchou off guard.
Atobe raised an amused eyebrow at Jirou. "Present." He called out, setting an example for the children. After all, he was the epitome of the perfect man. He had a chance to set an example to the younger generation and have a bunch of granted-less perfect than he was, but still amazing individuals in the world. How was that for community service. "Good morning Akutagawa-sensei."
Jirou smiled at Atobe, putting his attendance sheet down before turning back to his class. "So today its my turn to share for career day--"
"Is that your dad?" One of the students interrupted.
"Shino-kun, I'm not answering until you raise your hand." Jirou had to laugh, they were just excited to see a new face but it didn't mean rules and politeness could be sacrificed. He wanted the children to have fun, but they had to be good children too. Jirou knew it was a delicate balance. The little boy rose his hand, waving it excitedly for a few moments before Jirou called on him so he could ask his question again.
"This is Atobe Keigo, not my father, but my very good friend. He runs a hotel and someday he's going to run a whole company, kind of like a king." The whole class erupted into a small gasp at that. This guy was royalty!
Shaking his head, Atobe stood up and greeted the class. Looking at all of their eager faces, the diva suddenly realized he had no clue on what he should say. This was a lot harder than he had anticipated. How did one communicate with small kids? Oh right, small words and....teddy bears. Unfortunately, running a hotel had nothing to do with teddy bears except they sold them in their gift shop. Reaching for his phone, he quickly texted a manager to have 24 teddy bears delivered before looking at his audience again. Where to start, where to start...
"So a hotel is like a castle," The heir finally starts, going along with Jirou's metaphor. "You have the people who guard it and keep the princes and the princess safe, the cooks who make delicious food, and the entertainers who make everyone laugh and happy. Someone tell me their favorite thing to do."
A little girl in the back of the class shot her hand up, holding onto her elbow with the other as if trying to stretch her arm up even higher so it would be seen and she would be picked before the rest of the children. "Me! Me! Pick me!" She pleaded. Jirou laughed and called on her. "Go ahead, Tomaya-chan." He nodded his head to her. She put her hand down and rose to her feet, standing near her desk as she asked her question almost bashfully. "I like dress up..." Some of the boys giggled and she flushed, threading her fingers in the ponytail the fell over her small shoulder.
"At the hotel we have a spa. You can get your hair done, your nails painted in pretty colors...." Atobe idly thought to Tezuka and when he painted the other man's toes. The spa had definitely come in handy. "We also have a store where our customers who are girls can buy lots of different kinds of dresses." There, this wasn't so hard he thought. "Someone else tell me what they like."
Another slew of hands flew up, now satisfied with Atobe's ability to answer a question. Jirou picked another one, amused at the children's eagerness. "Atobe-san, what's that thing on your face?" The little boy in the front row squinted up at him, eyes trained on the small dot under the heir's blue eye. This caused a small giggle to raise from the rest of the class and Jirou's brow to crease a little.
"Akutagawa-Sensei, Atobe-san! I have a real question!" The little girl sitting to the boys left held up her hand, looking very proud of herself.
"My question is real!" He was quick to argue back before Jirou had to step in trying to think of a way to tell the young boy that his question wasn't correct to ask in this particular instance without hurting his feelings.
Atobe had to bite back a laugh. Children were amazingly honest, but the diva figured they had never seen such cultured good looks before. Things like this were to be expected. "It is a real question," Atobe drawled, hopping up and sitting on the teacher's desk. He was less...tall compared to the tiny, half-developed ones now. Much better. "This is my charm point." He pointed to it, before continuing to explain, "I was born with it, and it enhances my eyes to make me look more handsome." Was there anything else to say but that?
A collective oh rose from the class, even Jirou looked over as Atobe pointed to his face. The budding teacher had to wonder how many of his kids would show up with marker dots on their cheeks after this. It seemed like, for the most part the class was fascinated with the hotel heir.
"Told you it was a real question!" The little boy gloated, sitting up straighter in his seat and casting a small glare in the little girl's direction. She shot him her own icy stare before raising her hand and standing. "Atobe-san! I have a question!" Jirou leaned over to Atobe, hoping up on the desk next to him feeling sort of dwarfed by his size. "Be careful of Anko-chan, she'll give you a run for your money." He whispered before calling on her. She definitely had a strong personality and gave Jirou the hardest time out of all the children. He'd quickly figured out that as long as you had a good enough reason to satisfy her relentless 'Why?' she could be pretty sweet.
Atobe arched an eyebrow and said, "Yes? What is your question?" He was curious to see how 'difficult' this little girl could be. Surely a first grader could never, ever give i of all people.
"Atobe-san, why do you have one hair that is shinier than the other?"
Atobe stopped short, resisting the urge to run and find the nearest mirror fast. He didn't know what else to say but..."I beg your pardon?"
"You have a shiny hair." She pointed up at him, an accusing finger. "Just one. Or wait, there's one on the other side too. Why do you have that?" She asked, cocking a pigtailed head to the side in wonderment. By the time she was done with the heir he might have a few more to add to the two she had so kindly pointed out.
Jirou had to bring a hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh. He'd know Atobe long enough to know that he wasn't a fan of having imperfections like that pointed out, and the look on his face was more then enough to indicate that that was what he was feeling at the moment.
"Why is yours brown?" Atobe finally replied. "Nature and genetics determine what your hair looks like. The shiny ones mean I am royalty of course." Total bs, and he was still dying to look in a mirror, but what could he do? He would not be mad a fool of by a bunch of school children.
"So does anyone have an answer to the question I actually asked?" He drawled, yet again scanning the sea of hands.
The children pondered Atobe's answer for a few moments, excited that the silver in his hair proved that he was indeed a royal figure. It was a few moments before a hand in the back shot up. "I have a question!" Jirou called on the little boy whose bangs were falling into his eyes, he kind of reminded him of Hiyoshi. "Do you like working there?" The little boy balled his fist in he sleeve and brought it up to wipe at a snotty nose.
Disgusting. This is why Atobe did not want children ever. They were like festering colonies of germs. Disgusting. "I do. Very much so," the diva answered, trying not to lose his breakfast and his coffee. He needed that for the energy. "When you like your job, you excel at it, and I am very, very good at my job."
The little boy sniffed and nodded. "What's your favorite part then?" He wanted to know what he was best at. Jirou looked over at Atobe feeling his eye lids droop a little, it wasn't that talking about Atobe wasn't exciting it was just his shoulder looked really really comfortable at that moment. The blond moved a little closer to his former captain and fought off a yawn as he dropped his head against Atobe's well pressed suit. He was out, leaving Atobe to entertain twenty-five little germ-hosts.
Atobe was about to answer when he felt Jirou's head drop onto him as he passed out. Wonderful. "Give me one moment," He said to the children, gathering Jirou up and putting him into his desk chair to nap for about the next hour. When he had completed the task, he turned his attention back to the children and wondered what the hell to do with them. They were all eager to learn, and he just happened to have printed out brochures to have Hiyoshi put together and mail....
Perhaps they were capable of doing it. "Would you like to help me with my favorite part?" He asked the class, biting back a smirk. "I'll give you a prize if you do a good job."
Jirou didn't so much as stir as Atobe dropped him into his chair. Jirou could sleep anywhere even in an old padded office chair with plastic handles that were undoubtedly pushing into his sides. The children stared, somehow Jirou had managed not to sleep in front of his class before. It was probably because when he was working with the children he was engaged and excited about what he was doing--not to say that Atobe wasn't something to get excited over, he was just comfortable.
The class seemed to recover with ease at the mention of a prize and were quick to let out a "YES!" all together to Atobe's question.
Atobe dug into his briefcase and pulled out envelopes, stamps, and fancy stickers that went on the back to seal the envelope. Quickly, he divided the class into groups of three. "You all get to do the stamps," Atobe directed to the first group and handed them a stack of envelops. The second group got fancy stickers which Atobe showed them were to place them, and the third group got the lovely task of putting address labels on. All in all, it was free labor, and Atobe Keigo did not pass up a profit-maximizing opportunity.
The children worked happily for a while, working on their assigned tasks, Atobe had made a grave mistake though. He'd given small children stickers, and while they might not have been sparkly or in cute shapes they still stuck and before long a game had been made out of sticking embossed L'Atobe seals and address labels to one another.
Fooling around on his phone for a bit, Atobe popped his head up to a shocking sight. The children had stickers...everywhere. Groaning, he strode over to the teacher's desk and poked the slumbering teacher. "Jirou," he whispered and poked him a little harder. "Wake up."
"Five more minutes then I'll walk you, Cupcake." Jirou groaned a little, and swatted at the finger prodding into his side before waking up enough to realize that he was in the middle of his classroom and the children were getting rowdy. The blond rubbed at his eyes for a few moments, in an attempt to wake himself when he realized exactly what was going on and stood. "Freeze!" And like magic all the children hushed and froze in there place, some of the more silly ones attempting to pose in some awkward stances. Jirou had to smile at that and yawn a little as the kids started to giggle a little. "What happened to you guys?" He asked, coming around the desk to peel a sticker with the Atobe family crest off one of their cheeks. Honey colored eyes looked over at Atobe amused as he figured it all out.
Atobe laughed as he watched the children instantly freeze. Jirou's hair was going every which way from his nap, and Atobe shook his head. After dealing with the kids during his friend's nap, he figured it only fair that Jirou got to deal with them all sticker-clad. "They were helping me with some of my work," The diva simply drawled, taking Jirou's old seat. Uncomfortable, but it would do. With something akin to amusement, he watched the blond stare at the stickers everywhere.
Jirou put his hands on his hips and surveyed the damage to the small class room. "Alright...we need to clean this up." That statement was met with a groan from the class. "Now come on, we'll make it a game. Whoever can get a sticker the highest on Atobe-sama wins and you have lots of tries." Jirou grinned, Atobe had given the children the stickers so he'd need to help pick them up, even if it came in the form of being a jungle gym for the small children.
He had been just fine until there were small children...everywhere. Snotty, germy, grabby little children all over him. Obviously, he was irresistible not matter the age bracket, but still. Even the small children needed to learn how to control themselves. Ore-sama was not pleased. Shooting Jirou a look, he attempted to get out of reach of their mangy hands putting stickers all over his Armani suit. The diva suddenly had no desire for children. Ever.
Jirou had to laugh at the small trick he had played on the diva. "Alright, alright...I think we're good." The teacher pushed away from his desk and came over to rescue Atobe from the children. "Back to your seats." Like a small willing army, the children moved at Jirou's command. Atobe was left, covered in gold stickers, looking every bit put out by it. "I think I win." He took a gold sticker and pressed it onto Atobe's shoulder. At that point the bell for first recess rang and the children poured out of the class room to play for twenty minutes or so. "Sorry, Buchou." Jirou laughed and came over to assist in sticker extraction from the twill Armani suit. "They're cute though, I think." He pulled the same sticker he'd just stuck on Atobe off of him and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
They are living germ pools, Atobe thought but did not say out loud. Jirou seemed so happy and proud; he did not want to ruin that for his former teammate. He began plucking the stickers off one by one, feeling as if he were pulling a band-aid off of his skin. Depositing the stickers in the trash can, Atobe rubbed his hands together and turned back towards Jirou. "You really like working here don't you?" He caught the light in Jirou's eyes and gave him a smile. "Ore-sama is happy for you."
"Of course I do." Jirou pulled another sticker off of Atobe's suit coat with a content smile. "Someday I'll have my own class." Hopefully sooner then later, this class was temporary as were all the others before it. "When I do you'll have to come and do show and tell again." The blond pulled himself up onto his desk and folded his legs under himself. "Maybe by then you'll have your own kids, I'll teach them!" The happy go lucky young man rocked a little bit with a genuine smile at his buchou.
Atobe didn't even want to think about having his own kids yet. If they were anything like that.....no, his children would be different. "Perhaps one day, and of course Jirou, Ore-sama will come when you have your own class." A knock on the door and one of the gift shop workers came in with the teddy bears he requested. Atobe set him on placing one at every desk and turned his attention back to Jirou. "Is there anything else you need from me?"
"I think that's good." Jirou picked up one of the teddy bears from a desk and looked it over -- the children were going to be so excited. "Thanks for everything, Buchou." He set the bear down gingerly, fixing the small bow monogrammed with the hotel logo on it. "Their probably going to all pretend to be King Atobe on the playground now for the rest of the year." He turned back to Atobe with a small smile. "I'll see you back at the hotel, alright?" Jirou would definitely need to get Atobe some kind of thank you gift for helping him out today.
"Of course." Atobe replied. He reached out and ruffled the blond locks bobbing in front of him. Of course the children would idolize him. How could they not? "Have a good rest of your day Jirou."
"I will Buchou, don't work to hard." Jirou smiled at the small pat to his head. Atobe was great, and Jirou would always think that no matter what anyone thought of him. He waved to Atobe as he walked out of the small classroom laughing as the bell rang for the children to return. If the hotel didn't hurry he'd be swarmed again, Jirou wondered if Atobe knew his impending danger as he slipped back into the classroom, waiting for the throng of children to return and go nuts over the parting gift King Atobe had left them.
What: Atobe comes to Jirou's class for show and tell
Where: Jirou's classroom
When: A few weeks ago
Rating: G
The only trouble with teaching was that Jirou had to be at school at seven in the morning which meant no sleeping in except for the weekends. Today was supposed to be career day and while it wasn't normally required for the teacher to bring in their own parent for the activity, Jirou wanted to join in on the fun and lead by example. Atobe Keigo did the coolest thing he'd ever known anyone to do, he ran an entire hotel all by himself and someday he'd run a whole entire empire. Atobe really was like a king, except only now he was really just a prince.
'Prince Atobe.' That kind of had a nice ring to it, Jirou decided, looking over at the other man.
Jirou was excited that Atobe was with him today, not only did he get to show off someone who had an awesome job, but Atobe got to see what he did. "First, I have to get things set up." The blond stretch, arms raising high over his head as he yawned while they made their way down the hall. Jirou was oblivious as the other teachers, stopped to stare at Atobe Keigo. Some stared because of who he was, others simply did simply because he was gorgeous. Jirou smiled at them, waving as he did most mornings unaware of how interesting his company was to them as he pulled out keys to open the classroom. "This is it!" He held the door open for Atobe to step in to the brightly lit room, Jirou made sure to open every window he could in the classroom the first day he came. Sun light helped him keep awake. "You can sit at my desk if you wanna, Atobe-buchou!" He pointed to the large desk in the front of the class room, proud to say he had one (at least for the next four months at least).
Right away he started moving around the room, pulling chairs down from the top of the desk and straightening up here and there before coming over to the chalk board to write out the lesson plan for the day. It wasn't the most complex of things, these were first graders after all, half of the job was just keeping them focused. "Thanks for coming Atobe-buchou." Jirou looked back at him over his shoulder, feeling a little more awake as he moved around and focused on things for his class. "I don't think the kids have ever met anyone like you." He smiled, drawing a small cherry tree down in the corner of the blackboard, pulling out some of the colored chalk he'd bought himself just to warm up the tiny classroom. Jirou had done a lot of decorating in the class room in the short time he'd been there, the kids had seemed to love it though, so it was worth the extra effort.
Atobe's eyes swept over the classroom, almost in shock. Going to an exclusive, private elementary school in England seemed worlds away from what these children were educated in. Everything was simply smaller and far...cheaper looking. None the less, Jirou looked thrilled and happy, and that was all that mattered he supposed. It would be intriguing to see how Jirou interacted with the tiny ones, but Atobe had faith in his long-time friend. The blond was kind of like a child himself so...it couldn't be that hard for the normally sleepy man to handle it.
"I'm sure they will love me." Atobe finally replied, watching Jirou draw on the board. "How could they not? I'm amazing right?" He could always count on Jirou to affirm the truth.
Jirou looked away from the chalk board, dusting his hands on his pants as he turned to the older man. "I think you are. And I bet they will." Jirou had a gift of seeing the best in people and past Atobe's ego he did see a really amazing person. "Are you nervous about meeting all the kids?" He asked, sitting on the edge of his desk, pulling at a loose fiber on the slacks Oshitari had bought for him. Atobe probably wasn't, but Jirou wasn't sure. He'd handled business men and tennis teams but kids were a whole other ball game. Honey colored eyes lifted to look at the clock, the first wave of kids would be arriving in about ten minutes, the bell would ring and class would start.
Atobe shook his head, pushing his hair away from his face. "Why would I be nervous?" Unless they were all hellions and went crazy, but hopefully Jirou had that under control. He knew how to control employees and clients and investors, but not children. Their brains were tiny, however, so he had no doubt that he could suppress them if the need arose. "I am sure they will love to hear how a hotel is run."
In reality, the heir tired of running the hotel day after day and longed for the day when he would inherit the entire empire. Reality was reality, however, and he knew that he would have to pay his dues and work hard in order to achieve his goal. A noble sacrifice to say the least. "Are the students bringing people as well?"
"Well, they have been but only one a day. Today is my day." Jirou smiled, watching Atobe push hair out of his face. He was a really handsome guy, the blond noted, thoughts nothing but pure towards a man he viewed as an older brother in a way. It was about that time that the budding teacher slipped off the desk and went to stand in the doorway and only a few short moments later when a small roar of children and their tiny feet grew louder. "Good Morning!" Jirou greeted happily, patting a few heads as the children rushed into the room chirping their own greetings at him before taking their seats.
Atobe watched as about two dozen tiny people rushed into the classroom energetically and took their seats. Just looking at them made Atobe feel exhausted already as he took another long drought from his coffee mug. Suddenly having a new respect for Jirou as well as a curious itch as to how he managed to stay awake with such squirmy students, the heir tentatively waved back to a few of the students who were staring and greeting him as well. They seemed to be fascinated by the presence of another person in their classroom, and really who could blame them? Atobe kind of liked them already.
Sitting back and observing, he waited for Jirou to introduce him before making any moves or beginning.
Jirou smiled and shooed the small gathering around his desk away from Atobe and to their seats just as the bell rang. 'Just in time.' Jirou smiled, taking his place at the front of the class just as his last student took her seat. He had to make sure he did well today, Atobe was watching and he wanted him to be proud of the work he did. "Good Morning, class." The chorus of tiny voices hollered their good morning back, some later then others. It brought a smile to Jirou's face. He went through his usual routine of calling names and accounting for everyone in the class as he marked them off. "Atobe Keigo." He called, wondering if he'd catch his buchou off guard.
Atobe raised an amused eyebrow at Jirou. "Present." He called out, setting an example for the children. After all, he was the epitome of the perfect man. He had a chance to set an example to the younger generation and have a bunch of granted-less perfect than he was, but still amazing individuals in the world. How was that for community service. "Good morning Akutagawa-sensei."
Jirou smiled at Atobe, putting his attendance sheet down before turning back to his class. "So today its my turn to share for career day--"
"Is that your dad?" One of the students interrupted.
"Shino-kun, I'm not answering until you raise your hand." Jirou had to laugh, they were just excited to see a new face but it didn't mean rules and politeness could be sacrificed. He wanted the children to have fun, but they had to be good children too. Jirou knew it was a delicate balance. The little boy rose his hand, waving it excitedly for a few moments before Jirou called on him so he could ask his question again.
"This is Atobe Keigo, not my father, but my very good friend. He runs a hotel and someday he's going to run a whole company, kind of like a king." The whole class erupted into a small gasp at that. This guy was royalty!
Shaking his head, Atobe stood up and greeted the class. Looking at all of their eager faces, the diva suddenly realized he had no clue on what he should say. This was a lot harder than he had anticipated. How did one communicate with small kids? Oh right, small words and....teddy bears. Unfortunately, running a hotel had nothing to do with teddy bears except they sold them in their gift shop. Reaching for his phone, he quickly texted a manager to have 24 teddy bears delivered before looking at his audience again. Where to start, where to start...
"So a hotel is like a castle," The heir finally starts, going along with Jirou's metaphor. "You have the people who guard it and keep the princes and the princess safe, the cooks who make delicious food, and the entertainers who make everyone laugh and happy. Someone tell me their favorite thing to do."
A little girl in the back of the class shot her hand up, holding onto her elbow with the other as if trying to stretch her arm up even higher so it would be seen and she would be picked before the rest of the children. "Me! Me! Pick me!" She pleaded. Jirou laughed and called on her. "Go ahead, Tomaya-chan." He nodded his head to her. She put her hand down and rose to her feet, standing near her desk as she asked her question almost bashfully. "I like dress up..." Some of the boys giggled and she flushed, threading her fingers in the ponytail the fell over her small shoulder.
"At the hotel we have a spa. You can get your hair done, your nails painted in pretty colors...." Atobe idly thought to Tezuka and when he painted the other man's toes. The spa had definitely come in handy. "We also have a store where our customers who are girls can buy lots of different kinds of dresses." There, this wasn't so hard he thought. "Someone else tell me what they like."
Another slew of hands flew up, now satisfied with Atobe's ability to answer a question. Jirou picked another one, amused at the children's eagerness. "Atobe-san, what's that thing on your face?" The little boy in the front row squinted up at him, eyes trained on the small dot under the heir's blue eye. This caused a small giggle to raise from the rest of the class and Jirou's brow to crease a little.
"Akutagawa-Sensei, Atobe-san! I have a real question!" The little girl sitting to the boys left held up her hand, looking very proud of herself.
"My question is real!" He was quick to argue back before Jirou had to step in trying to think of a way to tell the young boy that his question wasn't correct to ask in this particular instance without hurting his feelings.
Atobe had to bite back a laugh. Children were amazingly honest, but the diva figured they had never seen such cultured good looks before. Things like this were to be expected. "It is a real question," Atobe drawled, hopping up and sitting on the teacher's desk. He was less...tall compared to the tiny, half-developed ones now. Much better. "This is my charm point." He pointed to it, before continuing to explain, "I was born with it, and it enhances my eyes to make me look more handsome." Was there anything else to say but that?
A collective oh rose from the class, even Jirou looked over as Atobe pointed to his face. The budding teacher had to wonder how many of his kids would show up with marker dots on their cheeks after this. It seemed like, for the most part the class was fascinated with the hotel heir.
"Told you it was a real question!" The little boy gloated, sitting up straighter in his seat and casting a small glare in the little girl's direction. She shot him her own icy stare before raising her hand and standing. "Atobe-san! I have a question!" Jirou leaned over to Atobe, hoping up on the desk next to him feeling sort of dwarfed by his size. "Be careful of Anko-chan, she'll give you a run for your money." He whispered before calling on her. She definitely had a strong personality and gave Jirou the hardest time out of all the children. He'd quickly figured out that as long as you had a good enough reason to satisfy her relentless 'Why?' she could be pretty sweet.
Atobe arched an eyebrow and said, "Yes? What is your question?" He was curious to see how 'difficult' this little girl could be. Surely a first grader could never, ever give i of all people.
"Atobe-san, why do you have one hair that is shinier than the other?"
Atobe stopped short, resisting the urge to run and find the nearest mirror fast. He didn't know what else to say but..."I beg your pardon?"
"You have a shiny hair." She pointed up at him, an accusing finger. "Just one. Or wait, there's one on the other side too. Why do you have that?" She asked, cocking a pigtailed head to the side in wonderment. By the time she was done with the heir he might have a few more to add to the two she had so kindly pointed out.
Jirou had to bring a hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh. He'd know Atobe long enough to know that he wasn't a fan of having imperfections like that pointed out, and the look on his face was more then enough to indicate that that was what he was feeling at the moment.
"Why is yours brown?" Atobe finally replied. "Nature and genetics determine what your hair looks like. The shiny ones mean I am royalty of course." Total bs, and he was still dying to look in a mirror, but what could he do? He would not be mad a fool of by a bunch of school children.
"So does anyone have an answer to the question I actually asked?" He drawled, yet again scanning the sea of hands.
The children pondered Atobe's answer for a few moments, excited that the silver in his hair proved that he was indeed a royal figure. It was a few moments before a hand in the back shot up. "I have a question!" Jirou called on the little boy whose bangs were falling into his eyes, he kind of reminded him of Hiyoshi. "Do you like working there?" The little boy balled his fist in he sleeve and brought it up to wipe at a snotty nose.
Disgusting. This is why Atobe did not want children ever. They were like festering colonies of germs. Disgusting. "I do. Very much so," the diva answered, trying not to lose his breakfast and his coffee. He needed that for the energy. "When you like your job, you excel at it, and I am very, very good at my job."
The little boy sniffed and nodded. "What's your favorite part then?" He wanted to know what he was best at. Jirou looked over at Atobe feeling his eye lids droop a little, it wasn't that talking about Atobe wasn't exciting it was just his shoulder looked really really comfortable at that moment. The blond moved a little closer to his former captain and fought off a yawn as he dropped his head against Atobe's well pressed suit. He was out, leaving Atobe to entertain twenty-five little germ-hosts.
Atobe was about to answer when he felt Jirou's head drop onto him as he passed out. Wonderful. "Give me one moment," He said to the children, gathering Jirou up and putting him into his desk chair to nap for about the next hour. When he had completed the task, he turned his attention back to the children and wondered what the hell to do with them. They were all eager to learn, and he just happened to have printed out brochures to have Hiyoshi put together and mail....
Perhaps they were capable of doing it. "Would you like to help me with my favorite part?" He asked the class, biting back a smirk. "I'll give you a prize if you do a good job."
Jirou didn't so much as stir as Atobe dropped him into his chair. Jirou could sleep anywhere even in an old padded office chair with plastic handles that were undoubtedly pushing into his sides. The children stared, somehow Jirou had managed not to sleep in front of his class before. It was probably because when he was working with the children he was engaged and excited about what he was doing--not to say that Atobe wasn't something to get excited over, he was just comfortable.
The class seemed to recover with ease at the mention of a prize and were quick to let out a "YES!" all together to Atobe's question.
Atobe dug into his briefcase and pulled out envelopes, stamps, and fancy stickers that went on the back to seal the envelope. Quickly, he divided the class into groups of three. "You all get to do the stamps," Atobe directed to the first group and handed them a stack of envelops. The second group got fancy stickers which Atobe showed them were to place them, and the third group got the lovely task of putting address labels on. All in all, it was free labor, and Atobe Keigo did not pass up a profit-maximizing opportunity.
The children worked happily for a while, working on their assigned tasks, Atobe had made a grave mistake though. He'd given small children stickers, and while they might not have been sparkly or in cute shapes they still stuck and before long a game had been made out of sticking embossed L'Atobe seals and address labels to one another.
Fooling around on his phone for a bit, Atobe popped his head up to a shocking sight. The children had stickers...everywhere. Groaning, he strode over to the teacher's desk and poked the slumbering teacher. "Jirou," he whispered and poked him a little harder. "Wake up."
"Five more minutes then I'll walk you, Cupcake." Jirou groaned a little, and swatted at the finger prodding into his side before waking up enough to realize that he was in the middle of his classroom and the children were getting rowdy. The blond rubbed at his eyes for a few moments, in an attempt to wake himself when he realized exactly what was going on and stood. "Freeze!" And like magic all the children hushed and froze in there place, some of the more silly ones attempting to pose in some awkward stances. Jirou had to smile at that and yawn a little as the kids started to giggle a little. "What happened to you guys?" He asked, coming around the desk to peel a sticker with the Atobe family crest off one of their cheeks. Honey colored eyes looked over at Atobe amused as he figured it all out.
Atobe laughed as he watched the children instantly freeze. Jirou's hair was going every which way from his nap, and Atobe shook his head. After dealing with the kids during his friend's nap, he figured it only fair that Jirou got to deal with them all sticker-clad. "They were helping me with some of my work," The diva simply drawled, taking Jirou's old seat. Uncomfortable, but it would do. With something akin to amusement, he watched the blond stare at the stickers everywhere.
Jirou put his hands on his hips and surveyed the damage to the small class room. "Alright...we need to clean this up." That statement was met with a groan from the class. "Now come on, we'll make it a game. Whoever can get a sticker the highest on Atobe-sama wins and you have lots of tries." Jirou grinned, Atobe had given the children the stickers so he'd need to help pick them up, even if it came in the form of being a jungle gym for the small children.
He had been just fine until there were small children...everywhere. Snotty, germy, grabby little children all over him. Obviously, he was irresistible not matter the age bracket, but still. Even the small children needed to learn how to control themselves. Ore-sama was not pleased. Shooting Jirou a look, he attempted to get out of reach of their mangy hands putting stickers all over his Armani suit. The diva suddenly had no desire for children. Ever.
Jirou had to laugh at the small trick he had played on the diva. "Alright, alright...I think we're good." The teacher pushed away from his desk and came over to rescue Atobe from the children. "Back to your seats." Like a small willing army, the children moved at Jirou's command. Atobe was left, covered in gold stickers, looking every bit put out by it. "I think I win." He took a gold sticker and pressed it onto Atobe's shoulder. At that point the bell for first recess rang and the children poured out of the class room to play for twenty minutes or so. "Sorry, Buchou." Jirou laughed and came over to assist in sticker extraction from the twill Armani suit. "They're cute though, I think." He pulled the same sticker he'd just stuck on Atobe off of him and tossed it into the nearby trash can.
They are living germ pools, Atobe thought but did not say out loud. Jirou seemed so happy and proud; he did not want to ruin that for his former teammate. He began plucking the stickers off one by one, feeling as if he were pulling a band-aid off of his skin. Depositing the stickers in the trash can, Atobe rubbed his hands together and turned back towards Jirou. "You really like working here don't you?" He caught the light in Jirou's eyes and gave him a smile. "Ore-sama is happy for you."
"Of course I do." Jirou pulled another sticker off of Atobe's suit coat with a content smile. "Someday I'll have my own class." Hopefully sooner then later, this class was temporary as were all the others before it. "When I do you'll have to come and do show and tell again." The blond pulled himself up onto his desk and folded his legs under himself. "Maybe by then you'll have your own kids, I'll teach them!" The happy go lucky young man rocked a little bit with a genuine smile at his buchou.
Atobe didn't even want to think about having his own kids yet. If they were anything like that.....no, his children would be different. "Perhaps one day, and of course Jirou, Ore-sama will come when you have your own class." A knock on the door and one of the gift shop workers came in with the teddy bears he requested. Atobe set him on placing one at every desk and turned his attention back to Jirou. "Is there anything else you need from me?"
"I think that's good." Jirou picked up one of the teddy bears from a desk and looked it over -- the children were going to be so excited. "Thanks for everything, Buchou." He set the bear down gingerly, fixing the small bow monogrammed with the hotel logo on it. "Their probably going to all pretend to be King Atobe on the playground now for the rest of the year." He turned back to Atobe with a small smile. "I'll see you back at the hotel, alright?" Jirou would definitely need to get Atobe some kind of thank you gift for helping him out today.
"Of course." Atobe replied. He reached out and ruffled the blond locks bobbing in front of him. Of course the children would idolize him. How could they not? "Have a good rest of your day Jirou."
"I will Buchou, don't work to hard." Jirou smiled at the small pat to his head. Atobe was great, and Jirou would always think that no matter what anyone thought of him. He waved to Atobe as he walked out of the small classroom laughing as the bell rang for the children to return. If the hotel didn't hurry he'd be swarmed again, Jirou wondered if Atobe knew his impending danger as he slipped back into the classroom, waiting for the throng of children to return and go nuts over the parting gift King Atobe had left them.