Maka smoothed her skirt and clapped her hands excitedly. A new school year begins today! I think. He hurried around the classroom, putting this and that in different places even though it wasn't really necessary. Since he started teaching kindergarten, a whole new side has been added to his already studious attitude. It was time to get moving and get to work, that's what he'd always thought about at the start of a new school year. The only thing that bothered her about the end of summer vacation was the incoming, hectic, overworked, annoying parents who constantly pestered her about her teaching style. However, Maka was enthusiastic about teaching. And this year had a spark of joy. That is, until the horde of kids burst through the school doors, screaming and throwing things. Students poured into the classroom, occupying chairs and tables, flooding the room with shouts and cries of desperation for the new year. Maka's bright, hopeful smile flattened into a straight, stern line. Of all the parents who pulled their children by the hair just to get them to settle down, one caught his attention. A friendly and kind character whose features were highlighted by the bright lights of the classroom. The epitome of coolness and structure walked straight into that classroom, leading her calm and collected daughter to a chair with her name on it in bold letters. He murmured something to her and she nodded in satisfaction, hanging on to all his words as if they were his last words. Her shiny white hair was combed straight and curled slightly behind her ears and was held back from her eyes with a headband. The bright red eyes searched his daughter's face to recognize his sentences and understand... in the middle of the paper... the door. “How did you like your first day?” “Everything was fine,” he replied. He nodded and sat her down in her car seat before getting into his truck as well. “Should I go see mom today?” he asked. Soul shook his head. “Mom was, uh… kept from her house for a while. She's...uh...” he stammered. “It's okay, you don't have to lie,” he said, and looked out the window. “Right…” he muttered under his breath and took off, the image of Maka teaching still in his head. Whatever the reason, he couldn't get it out of your mind. Even though he was only divorced three months ago. No matter what, he still had the idea that maybe, just maybe, she would want to date him. After all, she was staring at him before she started her speech. Then again, everyone was. Everyone always is. And it always will. He sighed at this realization.