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“Oh, I finally found it!” you say in delight, pushing open one side of the double doors and entering the classroom.
All chatter comes to a halt as the entire Misfit Class inside turns to you with perplexed looks on their faces.
Except, of course, for Kalego.
He says your name in shock. “What are you doing here?” he asks, forgetting his composure for a moment, but that’s all it takes for his class to pounce.
Most of them jump out of their seats to bombard him with questions.
“Familiar-sensei, you know this woman?” Goemon asks.
“Who is she? Tell us!” Kamui demands.
“You didn’t force her to come down here, did you?” Jazz asks.
“Enough!” Kalego slams a fist on his desktop, bringing the questions to a (temporary) end. He says your name again, calmly this time. “You shouldn’t be here. Homeroom has already begun. Go back up the stairs.”
Murmurs can be heard throughout the classroom, all negative toward Kalego.
“Whoa, so cold…”
“What awful treatment…”
“How could he?”
Kalego silences them with a glance, but a laugh from your lips breaks the tense atmosphere.
“Honey, I just climbed all those stairs to see you! No way I’m going back up until I’ve met your whole class!”
“Honey?!” the students echo, not a single one of them believing what they just heard.
“Yep!” You beam at them and introduce yourself. “I’m Kalego’s wife.”
“No. Freaking. Way.”
“Oh my, what a surprise!”
“It can’t be, it can’t be, it can’t be—” Kamui chants to himself, rocking back and forth.
“Now you’ve done it…” Kalego mutters under his breath, and despite his best efforts, he can’t calm his students down. They’re too curious about you, and homeroom is all but forgotten, becoming a class about you and Kalego instead.
“When did you first meet?” Elizabetta asks.
“We went to school together,” you say. “Here, in fact, so Babyls holds a special place in our heart.”
All the girls swoon, but the boys are desperate for answers.
“You weren’t put off by his personality?” Lied asks, trying to ignore the daggers that Kalego stares at him. If they were real, Lied would be full of holes right now.
“Not at all! You should’ve seen him back then,” you say, fondly remembering your school days. “He was such a hottie—still is, too!”
Kalego stutters your name, but he’s cut off by his own students.
Sabro barks a laugh. “Well done finding yourself a good woman, Sensei!”
“Yes,” Alice says with a nod, “you’ve found someone truly wonderful.”
“How long have you two been together?” Iruma asks, only to shrink under Kalego’s glare.
“Since our first year at Babyls.” You shoot Kalego a loving look. “Oh, Kal, it’s been so long, hasn’t it? I’m surprised you haven’t grown tired of me.”
“I would nev—” Kalego catches himself before he can finish his sentence, much to the disappointment of his eager students.
Clara raises her hand. “Say something romantic, Eggie-sensei!”
“Put your hand down, Valac.”
“Familiar-sensei,” Kamui says, suddenly serious. “How did you ever manage to score such a—”
“Finish that question, Caim, and you’ll find that your tongue is no longer inside your mouth.”
“Oh, I know!” Jazz volunteers. “You blackmailed her into marrying you, didn’t you, Familiar-sensei?”
“Of course I didn’t!” Kalego looks close to wringing Jazz’s neck.
“See what we have to deal with every day?” Goemon tells you imploringly. “Please help us!”
Kalego facepalms as you continue to answer the Misfit Class’s questions. “Please,” he begs no one in particular. “Let this madness end soon.”
“What was the meaning of that?” Kalego asks the moment the two of you are alone in school, no students to bother him or you anymore.
“I thought I told you already? I wanted to meet your class!”
You’re sitting relaxed in a chair while he’s pacing the length of the room. He’s been doing that since shutting the door.
“And I told you that I didn’t want you to,” Kalego says sharply. “Now they know who you are.”
“Why are you saying that like it’s a bad thing, Kal?” You wring your hands together in your lap. “You’re not… hiding me, are you?”
At that, Kalego stops pacing and comes over, crouching to take your hands in his. “No,” he says softly. “You will never be a bad thing to me, nor are you someone I’d ever hide.”
“Then why were you so reluctant about me meeting your students? They were sweet—all of them,” you say. “Especially Iruma. I think he’s my favorite.”
Kalego sighs. “Of all the students you could’ve chosen…” He inhales deeply, then confesses, “It’s because I’m selfish. I wanted my personal and work lives separate. I knew if they met you, then they’d like you and then… I’d have to share you.”
“Kal,” you say, surprising him with a hug. “I’m never going to be anyone’s but yours. Your class knowing who I am now won’t change that at all.”
He returns your hug, his arms tight and comforting around you. “I know. I shouldn’t have thought otherwise.”
You pull away to look at him. “You know why else I came? Because I wanted to see you in your element. Teaching.”
Kalego raises a brow. “You’ve seen me teach before.”
“Not a class like the Misfit Class,” you point out, “and it was pretty fun getting to see you so rattled.”
“Rattled?” he echoes with a smirk. “That’s not what I was.”
“Oh, then would you say embarrassed is the better word?”
“Not that either.” Kalego leans in close to whisper in your ear. “Can you guess what I am right now?”
His warm breath sends a pleasant shudder down your spine, and you have half a mind to stay with him in this room and skip lunch in favor of something far more enjoyable. But Kalego is as good a teacher as he is a husband, and that means work must come first. You won’t be the reason why he misses his afternoon hours.
“As much as I’d love to…” You peck his lips. “I’d rather wait until we’re home.”
Kalego’s smirk softens. “As you wish.”
And when he kisses you before you leave, you know it’s a promise of more to come.