100, Josuke please! Maybe grown up Josuke falling in love with someone who maybe isn't necessarily interested back so he (metaphorically) chases after her and tries to win her over. Bonus points for Josuke at work & domestic life! Thank you!
Of course! My version of fun, lovable teacher Josuke coming up! I hope you like it!
The door of the teacher’s lounge swings open to reveal a new teacher who had recently started at the school. Josuke tries not to appear too interested, not wanting to be rude by staring, but it’s quite obvious that he’s no longer interested in the sandwich on his plate as he takes a sip of his drink, eyes following her path to the microwave. It dawns on him that he might appear rude for not greeting her and he quickly sets his drink on the table and delivers a friendly, “Hey! How’s it goin’?” before offering his best smile. She turns around to look at him, her eyes lingering on his hair. “Uh, hello, fine I guess,” she offers, turning back to the microwave where her lunch is heating up. “How do you like it here so far?” he continues, taking another bite of his sandwich. “It’s okay,” she responds, grabbing her plate as the microwave beeps.
“Must have had a thrilling first week to warrant the use of ‘okay’,” he jokes, shoving the rest of his sandwich in his mouth before throwing his plate away and following her toward the door. She eyes him suspiciously as he approaches and he pauses, allowing her to make her escape before studying his reflection in a nearby mirror. “Huh,” he mutters, smoothing the front of his hair before peeking out of the door after her. She is nowhere to be seen. “Must be shy,” he reasons to himself, making his way toward the music room to pick up his class. When he steps into the room his kids are already lined up and cheer at the sight of their teacher. The music teacher eyes him judgingly. Josuke holds a finger to his lips, giving his class a knowing wink as they quickly quiet down. “Alright guys, who wants to hold the door?” he asks, picking out the first person to shoot their hand up.
He is leading his class back to the classroom when they pass by the new teacher. He waves at her, smiling, but his smile turns into a pout as she simply continues on without acknowledging him. “Is that the new teacher Mr. H?” one little girl chirps, taking the door from him as the class files in taking their seats. “Yes, I think she’s a little shy, but what did we learn about makin’ new friends?” he asks, shutting the door behind him and grinning proudly when the class chants “Patience and kindness is best!” in response. “That’s right my dudes, now who’s ready for some math?!” he asks, laughing off the groans resonating in the room. “Hey where’s some of that patience and kindness for me?” he teases, taking a marker and writing some problems on the board.
Josuke is putting away the last of his papers and supplies after the last bell when someone pushes open his classroom door. “The principal wanted me to give you this flyer, I guess it’s her way of getting me to make friends,” comes a quiet voice, as the new teacher approaches his desk with a piece of paper. “Hey! It’s you! I never caught your name,” Josuke greets, taking the paper from her, studying the details of the upcoming staff appreciation event. “I’m Ms. ____,” she says, turning to head back to the door. “Oh, I’m Mr. Higashikata or Mr. H to the kids, but you can call me Josuke,” he responds, standing up. He watches as she leaves without another word and his eyebrows knit together with confusion. “What the heck did I say wrong?” he mutters to himself, smacking his forehead. He decides there no reason to dwell on the conversation. It’s rare to encounter someone so immune to his personality, he’s normally pretty good with people. He shakes it off and grabs his keys and bag, heading out.
Josuke is leaned over the produce section in the grocery store, scanning for decent fruit to add to his cart, when he hears a quiet voice from the other side of the aisle. “J-Josuke was it?” she mumbles, barely audible. He perks up, meeting her eyes and grinning triumphantly. “Ms. ____,” he greets, grabbing a few apples and throwing them in his cart. “You can call me ____,” she responds, grabbing her own cart and pushing it away quickly, leaving him flabbergasted. “Damn it,” he grumbles to himself, continuing on his quest for fruit, contemplating her behavior. He picks up a bunch of bananas, putting them in the front of the cart and sliding across to look at some veggies. He’s pouting, still grumbling to himself. “Why does she have to be so cute and confusing at the same time?” he sighs, heading off toward checkout. He shakes his head, mumbling a quick, “Patience and kindness,” before packing his groceries into his tote bag and grabbing his receipt. He is bound and determined to win her over.
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