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For Daichi Sawamura, today has been a great day so far.
He woke up with his ever beautiful husband curled up in his arms, greeting him with a kiss first thing in the morning. After a few more innocent kisses that lead to the reduction of clothing articles on the bed, he ate the best breakfast he’d ever had—every breakfast is always the best for Daichi—and took a peep on the lunchbox his husband had luckily made. He was just as busy as Daichi is, so lunch for him usually consisted of a discounted menu from a restaurant near the police station. His ever beautiful husband (has he mentioned that his husband is beautiful?) had packed him some onigiri, no doubt packed with delicious filling inside.
Work has been nice to him lately too. The workload was just right. Not too much to overwhelm him, but enough to keep him busy and productive during the day, with proper downtimes in between. During peaceful times like this, Daichi sighs and truly appreciates the life he currently has and everything that has helped to lead into this moment.
Daichi pressed his palms together in gratitude once all the onigiri had escaped the lunch box and into his stomach. A cute cloth wrap laid beside the now empty box. He tidies his desk up and leaves, grabbing his bike for his daily patrol.
Like most days, not much happened during his patrol. He helped a middle aged lady with her heavy bags and three rowdy children cross the street. Encountered a lost visitor and helped her find the nearest bus station. All was well. Daichi stopped by a nearby konbini for a drink. As he exited the place with a bottle of water in his hand, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. After taking a quick swig, he fished out his phone from his pocket. The name Koushi 🤍 flashes on his screen. Without another doubt, Daichi picks up the call.
“Sugawara-sensei! Yuta hit me again!”
“Suga-sensei, Yuta broke my crayons!”
“Sugawara-sensei!!”
Today, his name seemed to be the students' favorite word. Honestly, he can’t even blame them.
As of recently, a new student had just transferred into their school. At first, Yuta seemed like any normal boy his age. He wasn’t particularly extroverted at the start, but quickly gained a group of friends in less than a week. He couldn’t always sit still, and wasn’t a noticeably bright kid, but Suga had met many children like him. He’d never think that within less than 3 months, he’d be the biggest troublemaker Suga had to face throughout his career so far.
It started with small mischief, easily resolvable between the children without needing his interference. Then it started getting worse and worse, to the point that his students would complain to him daily about Yuta. He didn’t care about his victims, be it girls or boys, most of the students in class had experienced first hand the extent of Yuta’s mischief. Suga listened to their complaints, of course he did! He’d always reprimand Yuta about the things he did, but the kid never wanted to cooperate. No matter what Suga said, he’d do it again and again.
But today, Yuta had gone too far.
During recess, a girl burst into the faculty room in tears. She immediately went looking for Sugawara, before sobbing into his thigh.
“What’s the matter, Shiki?” Suga attempted to soothe his wailing students, a few eyes fixated on them. Shiki raised her head to face him, revealing a reddening mark on her forehead. “Yuuutaaa!” She sobbed even harder, desperately pointing at the obvious mark. Suga tutted her with a concerned expression, gently rubbing the skin around the mark. He held her hands in his and took her out of the room with him.
“Can you tell me what happened?” Suga spoke in a soft tone, tenderly stroking her hair. Shiki had calmed down a bit, only sniffling by now. “Me and Kei an’ Emi were playing tag and– and Yuta wanted to join. And then— And then he was ‘it’ and we ran away from him. But then– Then he couldn’t catch any,” sniff, “any of us. He got– He got mad an’ he… He want’d me to be ‘it’ so he threw a rock at me and said I was ‘it’ now, but I dodged but he kept throwing rocks at me even though Emi told him to stop. Then it hit my head.”
“Oh my.” Suga sighed, exasperation filling him. Being troublesome is one thing, but bringing physical harm is a whole different level that could not be tolerated. “Are you hurt anywhere else? Do you feel dizzy?”
Shiki shook her head.
“That’s good, but I’ll take you to the nurse’s office just in case, okay? I’ll talk to Yuta meanwhile.”
Once Shiki had sat down by the nurse’s office for a general check up, Suga left to talk to Yuta. As expected, the boy was still in the playground, playing tag like he didn’t just throw rocks at a poor girl just because he was ‘it’. Suga called for Yuta from afar, and the boy approached him with an innocent smile.
“Yuta.” Suga crossed his arms on his chest, staring down at his student sternly. “Shiki told me you threw rocks at her.”
Yuta barely paid attention, swaying on his feet and watching the ground with cold indifference. “She wasn't bleeding though.”
“Blood is not how you determine whether what you did was good or bad.” Suga felt his adrenaline spike, because as stupid as third graders are, they should know well enough not to throw something as dangerous as rocks to another human being. “Not only was it unnecessary, it is very dangerous and impolite of you to do. Yuta, are you listening to me?”
“Blah blah, I don't care!” The boy stuck his tongue out before running away, back to his pack of friends watching from afar. Suga wanted to storm at him, scolding him strictly for once. Not just for Yuta to understand his lesson, but for the other students to know that Sugawara-sensei can lose his shit. But knowing Yuta, he'd probably run away, turning it into a cat and mouse chase that Suga would want to avoid.
Teaching Yuta a lesson would need a less common method.
An idea set off in his head. It was a little mean, no doubt, but it was inevitably harmless. At least he thinks it is. Looking back at all the mischief he's done and his most recent one, an action that could quickly result in death had he thrown that rock with the right speed and aim, it seemed like Yuta deserved it.
Suga took his phone out of his pocket, dialing Daichi. His name followed with a few emojis flashed across his screen. It only took a few rings until the man of the hour picked up the call.
“Daichi.”
“Yeah? Something wrong?”
“Are you busy right now?”
“No, not really. I just finished my daily patrol. I still have some paperwork but… If you need anything, I can squeeze in some time.”
Suga smiles to himself. Daichi is always so thoughtful.
“Mm, so, one of my students is being extremely troublesome today.”
“Who, Yuta?”
Suga lets out a weary sigh, the palm of his hand rubbing against his forehead. “Yes, Yuta. He threw rocks at another student. She's not hurt, thankfully. Just a little bump on her head, but still. unacceptable.”
“Woah, rocks? That's too far.”
“And I've reprimanded him already, but the kid ran off.” He gazes back at Yuta and his friends, still fooling around by the playground. “I need your help setting this kid straight, Daichi.”
Even without seeing his face, Suga could already imagine the perplexed expression. “Set this kid straight? How am I supposed to do that?” Brief silence occurred before Daichi sighed, mumbling something incoherently. “Are you asking me to intimidate a kid? Is that it?”
“Not intimidate,” Suga held in a small smile, “just– Scare him a little.”
“Suga…” Daichi sighs from across the phone, and the ash-haired could already imagine the frown as his husband pinches the bridge of his nose. “I can’t do that. It's a misuse of power, and to an elementary student too.”
“Fineeee…” Suga huffs, pouting as he did. “Just pretend to talk to me through the phone.”
The students knew that their teacher was against the idea of starting class late. So it was a surprise to them when their lovely teacher Sugawara asked them to quiet down while he took his phone out to call someone. The dial sound echoed through the class, ringing for a few beats before it stopped as the person across the line answered it.
“Good morning, Officer Sawamura. Are you doing well today?” Suga greeted him in a cheerful voice. Chatter that once filled the rooms suddenly quieted down. Officer? Police?
“I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking. Why'd you call, Sugawara?”
Suga had to hold in a giggle, hearing his husband’s voice in his formal police tone. He'd only use that tone during a job or as a joke, made in the comfort of their house. Hearing it in a whole different situation, one that he had set up himself, made his stomach cramp from trying to prevent rising suspicions amongst his students. Eventually he replied with a weary voice, “Ahhh… There's this— This naughty student in my class. Yuta is his name. He threw rocks at his fellow classmate.”
Yuta’s focus locked. Suga could see the micro changes in his expression. A smug smile nearly crept up his face.
“Wow, that's bad. Horrible. I’ll have to assess this situation myself. That is a very serious and punishable crime.”
All the color drained from Yuta’s face. His friends turned their heads in fear towards Yuta. Even Shiki herself began frantically looking between Suga and Yuta. How could Sugawara-sensei turn his students to the police? Then again, perhaps what he did really was a bad thing… But still! Couldn't there be another way? She'd hate to be the reason that Yuta spends his childhood behind bars. Her mouth froze around the first syllable of the word she wanted to speak. Her seatmate patted her shoulder, shaking her head solemnly. Shiki tears her gaze away from Yuta, swallowing back any words left in her mouth.
“That bad, hm?” He peers towards Yuta, expecting a reaction from the boy, and a reaction was exactly what he received.
Yuta was red-faced, tears spilling down his still chubby cheeks with snot already peeking from his nostrils. Ugly sobs began echoing throughout the classroom. No one dared to say anything. For a split second, Suga was relieved that Daichi didn’t end up coming here. If a simple phone call had successfully defused Yuta’s stubbornness, Daichi’s visit might make the poor boy piss his pants and pass out.
“Oh dear.” Suga mumbled. “I have some matters to take care of. See you later, Officer.” He said before turning the call off.
“And then, what happened?” Daichi’s laughter died along his words, shoulders still slightly shaking from amusement.
“Yuta started crying, no, sobbing to my face and apologizing.” Suga grinned, leaning further into Daichi. “I told him to say that to Shiki instead, and he practically ran up to her and apologized. His parents also came to me after school to apologize for his behavior.”
Daichi’s hand on his waist squeezed gently. “Cheeky bastard. Good thing I didn’t actually go there.”
“Yeah, Yuta was genuinely terrified that a cop’ll pull up to school to put him in handcuffs.” Suga lightly swats at the hand on his waist.
Ignoring the wordless protest, Daichi wraps his arm around Suga’s torso and pulls him close, their sides pressing together. His mouth inched closer to murmur in his ear, “Mm, well I’d rather handcuff his teacher instead.”
Suga sighs. “Dirty old man.”
“We’re literally the same age.”
“So you’re not gonna deny the dirty part?”
“I wasn’t the one who had the idea to use handcuffs the first time.”
Suga felt his face turn slightly hot at the memory. Well. It was his idea. But still. He reached for a pillow to throw at his husband’s face. Daichi swiftly dodged the pillow, hitting it to divert its direction.
“Careful with those hands. Or I might just—”
“Will you shut up, Sawamura?”