A/n: Hey guys! So I've had this idea stuck in my head forever now, and I thought I would write it out. I feel like there aren't enough Thominho stories on here, so I thought I would start writing some :) So this will be a series of one shots, following one after the other. This is just my take on the couple, so as always review and let me know what you think!

Thomas walked with his mother down the sidewalk, as they approached the building where he would now be spending most of his time, from early morning to mid afternoon, for the next couple of months or so. Thomas would be lying if he said he wasn't terrified of what was to come. Although, judging by how tight of a grasp he had on his mother's hand, it was quite clear that he was uncertain about this.

"Mommy, do I have to go?" he pleaded as they neared the front entrance. The double doors in front of him peered down on him, like dungeon doors, waiting for whoever dared walk through them next.

His mom chuckled. "Yes, Thomas. You have to go, but it'll be fun!" she said, trying to make light of the situation. But Thomas wasn't letting go of her hand anytime soon, so she knelt down to his level. "Come on Thomas! It'll be fun!" she tried again. "You'll make lots of new friends, you'll get to make arts and crafts, play games all day."

"But I can do that at home." he replied with a pout.

"It's not that bad." his mother tried yet again. "Teresa started school not that long ago, and she loves it!."

Thomas considered this for a moment, glancing back at those heavy, evil looking doors. "It looks scary in there." Thomas tried again.

"That's why I'm going to walk in with you." his mother reassured him. "Come on, don't want you to be late."

So the two ventured off into the school, looking for Thomas' new classroom. On the way Thomas couldn't help but to look around at everything. He saw lots of pretty colors and shapes and patterns. The hallways were filled with kids, running around laughing and playing. Some were crying off in little corners with their parents, but he didn't pay much attention.

The walls were beautiful. Every inch of them was covered with various art projects, some with made with paints, some with crayons and colored pencil, others made of string and colorful pieces of paper. Thomas felt all giddy inside.

"Look, this is your classroom." his mother said as they stepped into a room, and Thomas' eyes widened in awe,

The room was a bright yellow color, and just like the hallways, the room was filled with various arts and crafts projects. The room was filled with desks and matching chairs, rows of them! And there was a chalkboard filled with various pieces of writing on it. There were cupboards and bins of all sorts, filled with anything imaginable; crayons, paper, markers, erasers, paint, the list went on and on. On the other side of the room was like a play pen. There were building blocks, a shelf full of books, dollhouses and play mats, toy chests and board games.

Thomas felt overwhelmed with excitement.

"Look, that's your new teacher over there." Thomas' mom said, pointing to a young woman, talking to another parent and their little kid.

"Wow." was all Thomas could say.

"See?" his mother said with a wide smile. "Kindergarten isn't so scary, is it?"

Thomas shook his head, unable to wrap his head around everything.

"Do you think you'll be okay by yourself now?" she asked.

And then just like that, the warm bubbly feeling was gone. Thomas wanted to turn and run, back to the safety of his own home. He shook his head forcefully. "Wanna stay with you."

Thomas' mom sent him a reassuring smile. "You'll be fine here. Nothing bad will happen." she said. "Go on and make some new friends!" she pushed him.

Thomas was still reluctant to go anywhere other than to stay right by his mother's side.

"Oh come on Thomas." his mother said, taking his hand once more. "There's some kids playing over here, why don't we go say hello?"

So Thomas trailed behind his mother, never letting her hand go, until they reached the table where some of the children in his class were drawing in some coloring books. "Go on." his mother reassured him. "Say hello."

Thomas looked up at his mother, who just nodded and smiled happily down at her son. So Thomas reluctantly let go of his mother's hand and approached the table with four or so other kids.

"Huh...hi." Thomas spoke up.

One girl, with bright brown eyes and dark hair raised her head up and smiled. "Hi!" she replied. "I'm Brenda!"

Thomas smiled. "I'm Thomas."

Brenda then elbowed the boy she was sitting next to.

"Ouch!" he yelped. "Brenda!"

She giggled. "Sorry. Thomas, this is my other friend, Gally."

"Hi." Thomas replied politely.

Gally just grunted, ignoring him as he went back to his task at hand.

"Don't mind him, he doesn't like anyone." Brenda said. "Come sit!"

So Thomas did, although he didn't know what to do. All the coloring books were taken and he didn't have any crayons. Thomas suddenly felt alone. "Um…."

"Don't you have any friends to play with?" Gally snickered to himself.

Thomas felt even worse.

"Hey!" Brenda scolded. "Be nice! He doesn't know anybody, obviously!"

"Well I'm not sharing any of my stuff with you!" Gally declared as he moved all of his belongings to his side of the table.

Thomas felt hurt, if he didn't know any better he might of started to cry. But he somehow knew that that would only make this situation worse.

Brenda frowned.

"Will you share with me?" Thomas tried, sounding a little too hopefully.

But to his surprise, Brenda sadly shook her head no. "Why not?" Thomas asked, even more hurt than before. He thought that he might of actually made a friend.

"Because…." she started. "It's not that I don't like you….but you're a boy."

"And?"

"And boys have cooties." Brenda replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

Thomas sank down in his seat. "Oh."

Thomas felt lost. He looked around for his mother, but realized she was nowhere in sight. He tried looking for her, maybe she was out in the hallway? Or talking with his new teacher? Or maybe she abandoned him? Thomas didn't know, or care. He began to sniffle, wiping the sleeve of his arm under his nose. He was sure he was about to start crying when a friendly voice spoke out to him.

"You can come share with me."

Thomas turned his head to the voice that called out to him. Sitting across from him was a kid, maybe a little taller than him, with warm brown eyes and spiky hair. The boy stared back at him with a smile on his face. "Well? You gonna share with me or not?"

Thomas smiled, as he got up and made his way around the table to sit next to this new person.

"I'm Minho by the way." he said as he passed Thomas his carton of crayons.

"I'm Thomas." he said.

Minho smiled even wider as he tore out a page in his coloring book and passed it over to Thomas.

"How old are you?"

"Four. You?"

"I just turned five."

"My sister just turned six." Thomas said.

Minho laughed. "I don't have any brothers or sisters."

"Really?" Thomas asked. "You're lucky."

Minho shrugged. "What's your favorite color?"

"Blue."

"Mines red." Minho said, as he continued to scribble on his page. "What's….your….favorite animal?"

Thomas smiled. "Dogs. I have one."

Minho smiled. "Me too! What's your favorite shape?"

Thomas laughed. "Shape?"

"Yeah!"

"Um...triangles."

Minho shrugged. "I like squares."

Thomas laughed. "You're so weird."

Minho laughed to. "You like me though."

Thomas shrugged. "You seem cool."

Minho smiled, turning to face Thomas. "We're going to be best friends. And not just best friends, but like…..the bestest friends, like…...bestest friends forever."

Thomas smiled. "How do you know?"

Minho's smile kind of twitched upwards in this weird but interesting way. The kind of way that you knew he meant trouble, but covered up just enough to still show some innocence.

"Because we already are."

A/n: Yay! First one done!

I have a bunch of these already written out so I guess we'll see where this goes XD

As always, review and let me know what you think!

Hopefully this one wasn't too boring XD