I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

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"Sir, what do you think about this one?" Alina asked, her fingers brushing over the edge of a bright brown cork bulletin board. She tilted her head, already picturing the children's art pinned neatly in rows. It felt warm and cheerful—perfect for the classroom.

Dante stepped closer, his gaze scanning the board critically. His brows drew together in thought before he finally said, "I think for art display, black would be better."

"Black?" Alina blinked at him.

"Yes," he replied in that calm, certain tone of his. "A dark color won't distract from the artwork or clash with the colors in the drawings. The contrast will make the art stand out more."

"Oh…" Alina nodded slowly, realizing he actually had a point. "You're right, sir."

The board was large enough to hold an entire week's worth of Class D creations, and the sleek black frame made it look more polished.

"Finalize this one," Dante said to the salesperson, who quickly nodded and jotted it down.

Alina's attention wandered again until her eyes landed on something that made her light up—an enormous, flower-shaped table painted in soft pastel colors, surrounded by six tiny rainbow-colored chairs. "Sir!" she called, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Can we buy this? My students always sit on the floor for circle activities, but this would be so much better!" She ran a hand over the smooth tabletop as though already imagining the babies gathered around it.

Dante didn't even hesitate. "Of course. I meant it when I said you could buy anything the classroom needs, Miss Alina."

Her smile widened instantly. "Thank you, sir!"

From there, her energy seemed unstoppable. She found a set of thick, colorful mats perfect for nap times, a roll of cheerful wall stickers with clouds and animals, a box of counting toys, and even a basket of small plush cushions shaped like fruit slices. She moved from aisle to aisle with a kind of eager determination, occasionally holding things up for Dante's approval.

"What do you think about this?" she asked at one point, touching a string of soft fabric bunting garlands in pastel colors.

"It's fine," he said simply, though there was a faint, almost amused glint in his eyes as he watched her build a mountain of items in the shopping cart.

By the time they reached the counter, Alina had gathered enough supplies to give Class D a complete makeover.

"Ma'am, you can give us the address and we'll have everything delivered," the salesperson said politely.

Alina glanced at Dante. "Umm…"

"Just prepare the bill," Dante instructed smoothly. "We have our pick-up truck outside. You can help us load it directly."

The salesperson nodded and hurried off to get the paperwork ready while a few staff members began gathering the larger items.

Alina turned to Dante, her brow furrowing in curiosity. "Sir… when did you prepare a pick-up truck?"

Dante glanced at her briefly, his expression unreadable. "When you were busy."

She stared at him for a second before it clicked. "Oh… you mean—"

"It's difficult to summon my demons here without drawing attention," he said casually, as though it were the most normal problem in the world. "So I messaged one of my men who handles business in this realm."

Alina just nodded slowly, deciding not to ask further. After all, this was Dante. If he could make horns disappear and change his eye color in seconds, arranging a truck probably took him less effort than she needed to pick a wallpaper design.

After the bill was settled and the last receipt was tucked neatly into the bag, Alina and Dante stood by the counter going through the list one final time. She checked each item carefully—cork board, mats, table, stickers, toys—making sure nothing was missing, while Dante, with his usual calm efficiency, slid his gold card across to the cashier.

"You can look around and see if you've forgotten anything to buy," he said as he picked up the smaller bags with one hand, the other slipping into his pocket casually. "I'll go downstairs and help them with the loading."

Alina's brows lifted slightly at the idea of him helping load the truck. She had a very clear mental image of Dante standing beside the workers—tall, imposing, and looking as though he owned the entire shop—probably making them nervous enough to drop a box.

"Alright, sir," she replied with a small smile, deciding not to comment on it. She watched him turn and walk toward the door, his stride long and measured, before letting her attention drift back to the shelves.

The store suddenly felt quieter without him. She strolled down one of the aisles, humming softly to herself, scanning for anything she might have overlooked. A jar of colorful craft beads caught her eye, followed by a set of little aprons for painting sessions—perfect for keeping the babies' clothes safe from glue and watercolors. She picked them up, imagining Drake somehow still managing to get paint on his cheeks anyway, and Boo trying to wear the apron over his head just to be silly.

She shook her head, amused, and continued browsing, determined to make Class D the most cheerful room in the entire kindergarten.

When Dante returned, the extra items Alina had picked out were already lined neatly on the counter. Without a word, he settled the payment again, his tone casual as if buying out half the store for her was just another routine task in his day.

They stepped outside together, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the sidewalk. Alina's arms swayed lightly as she walked, her mood as bright as the colorful bags trailing behind them. "Sir, I'm thinking about redecorating and giving Class D a full makeover. Do you think they'll like it?" she asked, her voice carrying that eager sparkle that had been showing up more and more lately when she spoke to him.

Dante glanced at her, noticing how relaxed she had become in his presence—no more overly stiff posture or darting glances. "Yeah," he said with quiet certainty, "they will."

Her smile widened, and she continued, almost bouncing on her steps. "And sir, have you seen the nap mats? We got the colorful pillows free with them! I think they'll love it—even Vlad Jr. will like it more than his coffin bed…"

He didn't interrupt, just let her speak, his gaze settling on her animated expressions as she went on about each baby. He found himself listening with genuine interest, storing away the details, the names, and the way she seemed to light up just talking about them.

But then, all of a sudden, mid-sentence, she stopped…