A Teacher's Look into the Life of Fuuta de la Stella

 Just realized that I posted this on Ao3, but not here, so I decided that I needed to go ahead and post it over here! 

 Yeah, so I am not a huge fan of how it ended, or the summery really, but hey! You clicked on it, so I guess it wasn't horrid. Anyways, I love parental Tsuna and 1827, so I figured I'd put them together and write from the point of view of a stressed out and confused teacher. And this is what came of it. This is my first KHR fic, I just recently finished the show (Not the manga. Haven't gotten a hold of that yet) and I fell in love with the characters but I wished for more Tsuna and Fuuta interactions. Like, I-Pin and Lambo get a whole bunch of screen time, but Fuuta is just so cute! He is perfect and good luck trying to convince me otherwise.  

Hatsume Ayami enjoyed her job as a first-grade teacher. She helped nurture and educate students she was sure would grow up to change the world.

She was older in years, one of the most experienced teachers in Namimori, and she was certain she had seen everything. She had seen one of her students grow into a bloodthirsty tonfa wielding monster that even grown adults were afraid of. She once had a young boy, obsessed with fighting, even as a young first-grader, yell in a voice he considered normal for the smaller school to form a boxing team. So yes, she had seen a lot of odd children in her time.

And then came Sawada Tsunayoshi. The boy was a riddle wrapped in an enigma. He entered her class at the age of six, happy, eager to learn and quite a bit smarter than most of his classmates. He made friends quickly and easily, roping even the most shy and socially awkward of children into his games. And then, the boy stopped coming to school for a week, which, in and of itself did not concern her very much. Children were prone to catch illnesses.

Then he came back and it was like the entire dynamic of the classroom changed. He was shy and would stutter, quickly falling behind even though she could see that the boy was trying to understand the material. Then came the bullying, from seemingly nowhere, and it didn't even stop when she punished the children.

And thus Dame-Tsuna was born.

"Hatsume-Sensei?"

Ayami blinked out of her thoughts as the young child pulled on her skirt.

"Hatsume-Sensei, are you ok?"

Ayami smiled warmly at the boy that had pulled her into those thoughts to begin with.

"Yes, Fuuta-kun. I was just lost in thought is all. Do you need anything?"

"May I draw instead of writing Hatsume-Sensei?"

Ayami blinked in surprise. Fuuta de la Stella was older than her other students, held back due to circumstances not revealed to her, but he kept up very well, always answering questions and interacting with the others, but writing is what he excelled in. His handwriting was better than most adults and his vocabulary was much higher than a first grader's. It was what made Ayami think of her old student Sawada, in fact. The similarities between the two (At least, the Sawada from before Dame-Tsuna) were astounding.

The young boy must have noticed her surprise, because he blushed and began fiddling with his shirt.

"I... I don't have a mommy, so I would rather draw."

Oh.

The project was a simple one. It was the Friday before mother's day, so the school was having the younger years write letters to their mothers.

"Of course, Fuuta-kun." The boy gave a bright smile (Another similarity to Sawada Tsunayoshi.) and ran back to his table before beginning to draw happily.