I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!

Alina realised the babies still hadn't caught on that their schedule had changed—hahaha. They were so cute, happily learning whatever she decided to teach them as if it had always been part of the plan.

When the bell rang for break, the room exploded into motion. Little chairs scraped, tiny feet pitter-pattered, and in seconds every single one of them had bolted for the door without so much as a backward glance. She chuckled at the sight… well, except for one little ghost who lingered behind.

"Teacher~~" Boo floated toward her in a slow, mysterious drift, his eyes glimmering with that unmistakable 'I know something' sparkle.

"What's the gossip today, Boo?" she asked, smiling knowingly.

Instead of answering, the little ghost gave a cheeky giggle and shook his head, as if to say, Oh, you have no idea.

"Boo, be quick, you'll be late for lunch—and if you're late, there'll be no more food!" she teased.

"No, no, Boo's gonna be quick," Boo said, still giggling. "But… I've got something I wanna show you, Teacher."

"Show me?" Alina's brows lifted in curiosity.

Boo floated a little closer, lowering his voice like he was about to reveal the greatest secret in the world. "Teacher… look in my eyes. Without blinking."

She tilted her head but humoured him, leaning down until their gazes met.

And then—her mind went strangely blank.

A vision flickered before her eyes. Dante. But… different. He wasn't towering and imposing like usual—he looked… shorter, and was wearing something so cheerful it could've been sponsored by a children's cartoon.

Her lips parted in surprise, but the image vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving her blinking at the little ghost who was now grinning like a troublemaker caught mid-prank.

"Boo! How did you do that?" Alina gasped, straightening so quickly she almost dropped the chalk in her hand. Her eyes were wide, her pulse thudding in her ears—she could still feel the shock buzzing through her whole body.

"Boo don't know!" the little ghost giggled, doing a happy spin in the air as if he'd just pulled off the world's best prank. "I just feel like doing this, so I did it!"

Her brows furrowed. "Feel like… doing this?"

"Mm-hm! Boo feel weird weird… but Boo didn't tell Elder Council!" he said proudly, as though keeping this a secret was part of some grand game. He floated lazily upside down, rolling in the air like a weightless marble.

Alina stared at him, her mind racing. Should she tell him that maybe—just maybe—he ought to report something like this to the Ghost Council? Or… would that just get him in trouble? The truth was, she had no idea, and from the look of it, Boo had just shown her something powerful. If her guess was right, he could project whatever image he imagined directly into someone's mind.

And that thought… well, it was both fascinating and a little terrifying.

"Teacher, I am going, going~~" Boo suddenly announced, snapping her from her thoughts.

"Wait, Boo—"

But he was already drifting toward the door, clearly bored now that she'd gone all stiff and thoughtful on him. His soft laughter trailed behind as he phased right through the wall, leaving Alina standing in the middle of the quiet classroom, wondering if she had just stumbled onto one of the biggest mysteries in Class D.

"Lina!!" Gabriel's voice cut through her thoughts, followed by a gentle shake on her shoulder. Alina blinked, pulled out of her daze, only to find him standing far too close with that concerned crease between his brows. She hadn't even realized she'd been staring at the same spot on the floor for who knows how long.

"Y-yeah, Gabs?" she asked, forcing her voice to sound normal, though her mind was still swirling with the strange vision Boo had shown her.

Gabriel studied her face, his crimson-flecked eyes narrowing slightly. "Where were you lost? I called you multiple times—you didn't even flinch. Is everything alright?" His tone was gentle, but there was an edge of worry underneath.

Alina hesitated for a second, the memory of Boo's giggling face and that impossible image flashing again in her mind. She hadn't told Gabriel anything yet—how could she, when she wasn't even sure what she'd seen?

"I'm alright," she said finally, mustering a small, reassuring smile. "Just… thinking about something."

He didn't look entirely convinced, but after a moment he gave a slow nod, his hand dropping from her shoulder. "Alright. But if something's bothering you, you'll tell me?"

"Of course," she lied softly, and he let it go—for now.

"I've been waiting for you, but you didn't come, so I thought I'd check on you," Gabriel said, his voice warm.

"Thank you, Gabs," Alina replied gratefully, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She gave the classroom one last glance to make sure everything was in order before stepping out.

They walked side by side toward the staff dining room, the faint aroma of spices and freshly baked bread drifting through the hallway. Once they were seated, Gabriel leaned back slightly, watching her with an easy smile.

"So… how was shopping with sir?" he asked in a casual tone, though the curiosity in his eyes betrayed him.

Alina raised her brows, a little surprised. "How do you know about that?"

Gabriel gave a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well… I might have overheard some of the working staff talking while I was passing the supply room." His cheeks warmed faintly, and he looked away for a moment, clearly embarrassed at being caught.

Alina chuckled and nodded. "It was fine. I ended up buying a lot of things for Class D—books, supplies, even some little extras."

Gabriel's eyes softened, as if picturing her carrying armfuls of treasures for her little monsters made him quietly proud. "Of course you did," he murmured, almost to himself, before lifting his cup for a slow sip of warm cinnamon milk, the steam curling lazily in the air between them.

"Yeah! As soon as classes finish, I'm going to give the whole classroom a makeover and make it feel brand-new." Alina said, her voice brimming with excitement as she described it, hands gesturing as if she could already see the colorful garlands and neatly arranged shelves in her mind.

Gabriel smiled, leaning slightly forward as he listened, his attention steady and unhurried. He didn't interrupt, didn't glance away—just watched her with a quiet patience that made her words flow more easily.

AN: Tap the paragraph comment to check out Class D's schedule—I made it for convenience and thought it'd be fun to share with you all.