I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

Lucien leaned back in his seat, a small smile touching his lips. In his mind, the idea was perfect—it gave him something to focus on and a way to keep track of the lessons without relying on the chaos swirling around him.

Meanwhile, Felix looked as if the floor had just disappeared beneath his feet. "Notes?" he muttered, his face draining of color. His mind immediately spiraled into panic. If he wrote everything down… what if his mom found his notebook? His eyes darted nervously, imagining her flipping through the pages like a curious child, giggling, then—oh no—what if she ATE it? She'd done stranger things before. After all, his mom was more childish than him. Even his terrifyingly strong dad couldn't stop her when she was in one of her "playful moods."

By the time Alina clapped her hands to start the lesson, half the class looked ready for battle, the other half ready for a nap, and poor Felix already picturing the tragic funeral of his future notes.

Boo's voice was drawn out like a little whine, his cheeks puffed up in protest as he hugged his notebook to his chest. "Teacher, I don't like writing~~" he said, tilting his head and blinking up with watery eyes, as if that might make her change her mind.

Luna immediately nodded so hard her messy hair bounced, her small mouth set in a stubborn pout.

Vlad Jr. lifted his chin with princely dignity but still agreed. "I will only write poems. Math does not rhyme."

Alina pinched the bridge of her nose. "It doesn't need to rhyme, Vlad jr."

Drake, however, played his part perfectly. He looked down at his chubby fingers, stretching them out as though they were fragile treasures, and then held them up for Alina to see. "Teacher, look at our little hands! Can you really bear to make us write?" His amber eyes widened in mock innocence, and for a moment, Alina's heart did soften.

But she noticed the tiny curve tugging at the corner of his lips—the same sly grin he always tried to hide when he thought a trick might work.

It was the exact expression he wore whenever Miss Clara had given them too much homework and his mother had ordered him to finish it all before dinner.

Alina shook her head with mock seriousness, tapping the chalk against the board. "No, no… if you all keep forgetting, then we'll have to do something about it."

Drake's amber eyes widened in dramatic horror. "Do something? What do you mean do something?"

Before she could answer, Boo gave a loud gasp and flopped backwards in the air like a fainting prince, one arm over his forehead. "Oh nooo… my spirit is leaving my body…"

"Not going to work, Boo," Alina said without missing a beat. "Look—Sable, Rocky, Kelpie, and even Lucien are already ready with their books open."

Boo froze mid-roll and peeked over at Sable, who was hunched over his desk, carefully flipping open his notebook. When Boo spotted the neat little doodles Sable had made in the margins, his eyes went round. "What is this? Why didn't anyone tell me we were making art?"

Sable just gave him a shy side glance, hugging his pencil as if guarding a treasure.

Meanwhile, Drake looked from Alina to his small chubby hands and back again, wearing the helpless expression of someone asked to lift a mountain. "Teacher… you wouldn't really make us write, would you?"

Alina only smiled sweetly. "Yes. And we'll do it together. Watch—let's copy Teacher." She turned to the board and began writing out the lesson in the simplest way possible, breaking it into short, clear steps so that no one would feel tired before they'd even started.

As she wrote, she glanced back every few seconds. Rocky was scribbling earnestly, tongue poking from the corner of his mouth; Kelpie was dripping tiny beads of water onto his notebook in concentration; Lucien was copying steadily with a calm, almost regal focus; and Sable was still adding a flourish to every number.

And Boo… had turned his page sideways and was now attempting to draw a cookie holding a ruler.

Across the room, Luna was hunched over her desk like a warrior in battle, copying every single word from the board with intense determination. Her brows were knitted, lips pressed tight, and she looked so focused it almost seemed like she was angry at the notebook itself. Every few seconds she would jab her pencil down a little too hard, as if the letters had personally wronged her.

Curious, Alina wandered over to Drake's desk. He immediately tried to shield his work with both arms, but she was quicker. One glance at the page and her lips twitched so hard she had to turn her head away for a second. His "notes" were an absolute disaster—letters wobbling in different sizes, numbers that looked like upside-down ducks, and the occasional doodle of what seemed to be a baby dragon breathing fire on a math problem.

"Drake…" she said slowly, trying not to sound like she was scolding. "Is that… a volcano next to the number three?"

He puffed out his cheeks in mock offense. "It's decorative! My mom says learning should be fun!"

"Fun is fine," Alina replied, biting back a smile, "but I don't think volcanoes are part of the measurement lesson."

"They could be," he mumbled under his breath, flipping the page as if hiding the evidence would make her forget.

By now, Boo had floated over to peek at Drake's book. His jaw dropped dramatically. "Wow… yours is so messy. Mine is… art." He flipped his own notebook around to show a perfectly shaded drawing of a cookie holding a ruler. "See? This is advanced math."

Kelpie leaned over from the next desk, his hair dripping tiny water droplets onto his paper. "Boo… that's snack time, not math time."

Boo gasped as if he'd been insulted. "It's both. You can measure snacks!"

At that, Luna slammed her pencil down and glared at them all. "Shh! I'm working!"

Alina couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head at the sight. "Look how dedicated Luna is!" she said brightly, her voice carrying just enough warmth to make Luna's chest puff up with pride. The little girl immediately lifted her chin and tried to look serious again, but the corners of her mouth twitched like she was secretly enjoying the praise.