Utukis asked: WAIT omg yes new parent teacher AU. What about Sanji? What does Sanji think about that one really attractive father of his student? Hmmm?
Anonymous asked: I'm in love with this parent/teacher fic. Can we get Sanji's perspective on things?
No one had said teaching would be easy but Sanji Black still enjoyed the job regardless. As horrible as it was to admit, he'd never seen himself as becoming a teacher. Rather he'd had his sights set on a culinary career, preferably as a head chef like his old man and owning a restaurant of his own. But high school had happened and events that last year led to lower than expected grades and he was forced to give up the dream and face the reality of two hard years in Sixth Form and then four years of a university English Literature degree combined with a teacher training course. He still kept a hold on that old dream no matter how much it hurt to think about it because it was too deep set and he was too nostalgic to let it go.
He was stood at the sink of the classroom, wiping a streak of green paint that a child had oh so kindly gave him from off his cheek and nose. Today the kids were painting which gave him a few hours rest with only the need to wander around every so often and check on them so he sat down at his desk with a sigh. Damn, he was exhausted; he'd been up almost all of last night with marking homework and making a start on student reports amongst other things and 1am thoughts. He grabbed his glasses and slipped them on to ease his headache that was caused by forgetting to put his contacts in that morning in his rush to get to work. He stared at the slip of paper on the desktop that his student, Tony, had handed to him and drummed his fingers.
Thursday it was then. That was two days away. Two days until he'd see Mr. Roronoa again.
Tony's father struck him as… well, he wasn't sure. The man seemed shut off from everyone else but his son, he'd scowl at everyone and everything until Tony came running up the playground path to him; then his lips would curve up and his brow would relax into a genuine smile as he scooped the kid up into a hug. He appeared to value family a lot and that made the teacher smile fondly, what a nice guy- Tony was a lucky kid.
Sanji had never met Mr. Roronoa's wife though and the blond had simply thought for a while that perhaps his wife worked late shifts or something, but since he'd noticed the lack of a wedding ring on the man's hand and the fact that Tony never spoke about her, Sanji was beginning to see a different picture. And of course that god awful awkward conversation at Tony's parent-teacher meeting had added to that.
He'd tried to call the man back; perhaps Tony had got the wrong impression from his father? That Mr. Roronoa meant he liked him as in the 'he's a good teacher' kind of way? But in replaying it over in his mind, over and over, he had realised that no one could have been that embarrassed if there wasn't an inkling of truth in it somewhere.
So, Mr. Roronoa liked him? Sanji wasn't sure what to think. He was flattered, sure; who wouldn't be? Sanji knew good looks when he saw them, even if he had bizarre green hair… But Sanji didn't like him that way back, did he? He barely knew the man and he was picky in his choice of men. He didn't mean to be, it was just that he preferred people who could take what he gave and throw it equally back at him. He wanted someone who could stand his hot temper, his snide, and his sarcasm.
He'd known he'd been bisexual for a while ever since that time with some guy at a friend's party back in high school but he'd never actually been in a relationship with a man simply because he'd never found one right for him. And he wasn't about to let good looks deceive him, oh no. Just because Mr. Roronoa was attractive didn't mean that his personality was on par. For all he knew, the man might be the most boring, easily offended, or snobbish guy ever.
Sanji rubbed his fingers under his glasses to get to his eyes with a stressed noise. Why was he even thinking of this? Hadn't he thought about the guy enough last night?
Okay, he just needed to calm down a little. That home visit two days from now would mean nothing. He wouldn't bring up anything; he was there to discuss the program and Tony and nothing else. He had to be professional about this- he was a teacher after all.
Adamant in his decision, Sanji got up to check on his class and clean up spillages of paint as he went along. But when he reached Tony's painting which pictured the child with his dad, Sanji lingered his gaze over it a little longer taking in the bright green hair and the broad smile on the man's face as he held his son's hand.
"Mr. Black?" Tony was looking up at him with a proud smile on his paint streaked face and holding a brush in his hand. When he realised he'd got his teacher's attention, he continued, "Look! It's me and daddy!"
Sanji smiled down at the child, "It's beautiful, Tony."
The little boy grinned and continued adding more to his father's odd hair whilst the teacher watched the painting of the green haired man take shape with a funny feeling in his chest.