'Whew, okay. Let's take a step back and evaluate the situation.' He thought to himself, seeping in a shallow breath.
Twenty-five year old Yuri Plisetsky stood in front of Bay Head Elementary; his hand intertwined with a much smaller one as he remained in place. The nervous parent portion of him in full-effect as his eyes glanced down to the young girl who held his hand. (Mainly blaming the physical fact of him being an omega). She, sensing the glance, rose her head to meet the eyes of her father.
Vera Plisetsky is a six-year-old beta girl who resembled much of her father's appearance with light blonde hair near her shoulders and blue-greenish eyes. Which was very out-standing and a vivid sign of who her parent is. On the other hand, her physique and facial structure was not that of Yuri's; rather, from her other father who stays under the unknowing shadow. The history behind the man's disappearance and his previous relation to Yuri is filled with clutter and mixed emotions. It honestly was a sensitive topic to mention or bring up around the Russian man.
"Papa, are you okay?" The little girl asked, her dazzling eyes filled with concern for the other. That had been a personality feature Yuri had been shocked by. He thought for sure his daughter would pick up his reckless and out-of-control behavior he once had around her age. Alternatively, she was the complete opposite with her warm and caring nature. If genes had any play in her personality, Vera certainly picked up on her other father's wholeheartedness (despite not being in her life).
"I'm fine, sweetheart." Yuri replied with a soft smile across his lips. He had no intentions of shedding any light upon her other father. At times, she would ask if she had another father or mother like the other children at school. It broke the male's heart to always reply with 'It's just you and me, love.' Which sometimes didn't appease the child. He hoped one day, he'd find a man who he could cherish and accept him and his daughter as a family.
"Good because I don't wanna be late for my first day." Vera replied with a giggly smile, her small arm gently tugged on Yuri's as she started forward. She never always felt like taking the lead of things when it came to her father; but she figured someone ought to keep him level-headed and not all spaced out.
Both individuals made their way into the elementary school, passing by other classrooms in different grades. As they approached the girl's homeroom class, Yuri could spot the handsome teacher greeting parents and other students who entered the room. It probably wasn't the best time to break into a blush, but the Russian couldn't help himself. Anyone would become bashful over such a teacher—especially if that man was Otabek Altin.
Yuri met Mr. Altin a week prior to this current day. He was at a crossroad of where to enroll Vera for first grade. Although they didn't have much experience, he asked his friends, Phichit—who he works for—as well as Mila, yet another co-worker. The twenty-five year old worked two jobs which gave him a decent living for both him and his daughter; one full-time at the Tai man's restaurant and part-time in their local grocery store (Mila was his manager). Without getting too much off track, he received great feedback on Bay Head Elementary. Amazing teachers in a welcoming setting, Yuri had visited the school and conversed with the principle about their educating ways and how a typical day would go while Vera attended the school year. Later on, the same day, he met with the person who taught the first graders of that school—Otabek. The man held himself proudly, calm, and gentle; something Yuri admired and took to heart. Clearly the male was an alpha based on his appearance alone (which didn't really have any affect in his decision). He deemed the visit overall fantastic and wasted no time enrolling the girl for the year.
"Good morning." Otabek greeted Yuri and Vera with a light-hearted smile. Vocals alone could bring a man or woman to fall for the Kazakh instantaneously. His dark hair beautifully positioned in place with a little molding gel—the sides of his head cleanly shaved; crisp and dusky eyes enticed anyone brave or bold enough to gaze into their mysterious ambience. A very leadership-like appearance any alpha would have.
"Morning!" Vera sweetly addressed her teacher before her hand slipped from her father's, skipping on in to greet the other kids in hopes of creating a new friend to hang out with. Yet another feature Yuri was surprised by. Sure, he was outgoing and very much so an extrovert throughout his life; but he usually wasn't one to strike up conversations unless needed.
With a forward dip of his head, Yuri flashed a smile. "G'morning." He stated as he watched the girl venture around her new surroundings.
"She'll have a terrific first day. Vera certainly is a good child and I'm positive she'd gain friends by the time she leaves." Otabek replied as if to reassure and ease the man's worry.
"Thank you, she's as good as an angel; I've got no doubt about that." Yuri added as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his dark-washed pants. He didn't want to keep the teacher for long, and he could catch a few mothers parting from their children as they leave the corner of his eye. He assumed he'd do the same since he had a busy day at Phichit's that awaited him.
An exchange of not-so-awkward goodbyes, Plisetsky was on his way back to his 2005 Chevy Impala model of a vehicle while Mr. Altin made his way into his classroom to begin the next several hours of teaching and excitement.