Hello! This fic is just a collection of drabbles that I posted on Tumblr that I decided to publish here. Hope you enjoy!

Kuroko is a kindergarten teacher with the GoM as his students. Kind of Aokise fluff. One-shot.

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"Daiki-kun."

Kuroko sighed leaning down and placing a hand on the young child's head ruffling his blue hair. Daiki scowled up at his teacher.

"Why did you throw paint at Ryouta-kun?" The child didn't answer at first but started getting unnerved by his teacher's blank stare.

"He deserved it." Daiki pouted.

"But look, Ryouta-kun is crying." Kuroko watched Daiki's resolve start to break as his navy eyes glanced at the blond in the corner.

Ryouta was sprawled on the floor wailing to the ceiling, his little fists placed on each side of his face. The tears streaming down his face mixed with the streaks of yellow paint splattered against his red, flustered cheeks. Atsushi was awkwardly patting his shoulder.

"Here Ki-chin, you can have my snack if you want." But the blond just kept crying.

Kuroko turned back to Daiki who was looking guilty, "Daiki-kun, why'd you throw the paint?"

"B-Because he was copying my painting!"

"He was…" Kuroko glanced to the other side of the room to where the children had been painting. There were two pictures that did seem eerily similar. Ryouta did have a remarkable talent to pick things up very easily; Kuroko had gradually noticed it was because the boy copied others.

Although it was rather strange since Daiki wasn't really good at painting Kuroko noted while glancing at the two paintings of a giant orange ball. "Did you think that maybe he was copying you because he admires you?"

Daiki looked confused tilting his head slightly. "Admires?"

"He likes you Daiki-kun. And you hurt his feelings when you threw that paint. Come on, you know what you need to do." Kuroko placed a hand on Daiki's shoulder and guided the pair to the corner.

"Ryouta-kun, I think it's time to stop crying now." Kuroko said gently. The little boy seemed to hear his teacher and slowly started calming down. Kuroko pushed Daiki in front of him. "I think Daiki-kun has something for you."

Ryouta whimpered softly, sniffing at the sight of Daiki. The tanned child awkwardly shuffled forward, his eyes plastered to the floor. Ryouta blinked when the other boy placed his arms around him and pressed him into a quick, stiff embrace.

As soon as he let go Daiki ducked his head, "Sorry." He mumbled. Kise stared at him wide eyes, Daiki spared a look and scowled. "Don't just stand there like an idiot!"

"Daiki." Kuroko chided softly.

"Sorry." The boy instantly apologized. He froze when suddenly Ryouta started giggling. Aomine looked up blinking at the sight of the blonde laughing happily, tears still brimming at the corner of his eyes started falling. When he stopped, his eyes were shinning again.

"You did it twice." Ryouta smiled, "You said sorry twice, I didn't know Daikicchi was so nice."

Aomine flushed, "Quit it! I'm not nice…I'm…uhm…I'm.."

"Daikicchi is cool!" Kise filled in grinning brightly.

Daiki stared at him before giving in to a small smile himself, "That's a stupid nickname…"

Kuroko rose up with a smile, already hearing the two bicker again before he made it half way across the room to deal with the next crisis.

"Seijuro-kun, put down those scissors please."

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