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【𝓖𝔂𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓲】

↠Fluff
↠Modern AU
↠Fem Reader

Word Count - 1046
Raconteur - Published 08/23/20

Raconteur: A talented storyteller.
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Seated among the grassy yard with a book in hand, a small group of children surrounded your small frame, either leaning nonchalantly against you or fallen carelessly to lay against the green earth. Never once did a single peep or word escape their lips, for all eyes were glued to your maternal form.

Your gentle voice rang through the peaceful yard out back from the building, and despite being surrounded by a bunch of usually rowdy kids, it was if you were able to tame them so easily as long as they were in your presence. You knew however, that it was mostly because of the old book of short stories in your possession that made them act like so.

Storytelling had always been a talent of yours—even if reading words off a page was such an elementary task—yet you always managed to tell your tales in such a captivating way, so that your audience would always be intrigued no matter the plot or genre. Perhaps it was the tone of your voice, which was so gentle and calming, never once demanding or strict much like the your other coworkers in the daycare.

Children are creative and innocent, and you quickly came upon the realization that as long as you cared and treated for them with a gentle approach and respect, they wouldn't be as difficult as you had expected. So it was simply your philosophy that you would be able to look after these curious children in your own way, filling their growing minds with the dreamlike stories you had loved to share.

It made your heart grow to see each and every child each morning, for they'd rush to greet you with bright smiles on their faces, and you knew your storytelling was the highlight of their day. You always remained motivated to seek out a new book of yours for each morning, because although reading a good tale a second time is just as satisfying as the first, their growing minds craved a wide variety of life's writings.

So as you flipped another wrinkled page of your own childhood fable, a calming smile reached your lips, and you leaned forward in excitement, the children seated around you doing the same in curiosity. Your shimmering eyes scanned over your little group, pausing for effect before speaking out the last few surprising lines of the page, your words dripping with mock astonishment, even exaggerating a loud gasp as they elicited genuine ones of their own.

"So the old woman brought a big knife from the kitchen and was getting ready to cut the peach in half. But just then there was the sound of a human voice from inside the peach. "Wait! Dont cut me!" said the voice. Suddenly the peach split open, and a beautiful baby boy jumped out!"

An innocent fit of giggles erupted from the group of children at your own excitement, and you quickly turned the next short page to continue your story. Although you really had read this own folktale of yours so many times, you couldn't help but feel excited to read it one more time yourself. It was truly a blessing to indulge yourself in a new book for yourself to experience, but sharing one with your own audience was just as rewarding.

However, your little story time was cut short as a fit of loud wails filled your comforting silence. Blinking your eyes in confusion, you gently shut the book—keeping your thumb between the pages to mark your spot just in case you could continue—and watched as a familiar towering figure approached you, raging child in hands.

Flashing the man a soft smile as your own greeting, you noticed he had placed the older boy down beside a few of your own. The dark haired boy begrudgingly sat crisscross with a bitter pout, snapping his head in the opposite direction of the man as obvious trails of his dried tears stained his cheeks.

"Sorry for interrupting you, [L/N]-san. Kaigaku-kun here was trying to hit Sayo-chan even though I told him he couldn't. I was hoping if he joined you, it would calm him down a bit."

Perking up at his own suggestion, your gaze traveled to meet the delinquent boy. Shaking your head slightly in amusement, you gave a short nod before moving over in the grass to make room for the man. You had pulled one of the girls that had been sitting beside you into your lap to further allow the man a spot, and others quickly followed suit to try and get closer. Kaigaku remained still far in the back.

"Not at all, Himejima-san! We were reading Momotaro so I think it's quite perfect actually for Kaigaku-kun to join us."

When he finally seated himself beside you, the sight of his own kind smile made your heart tumble with joy, leaning closer to the gentle giant. Flipping open to the page where you had previously left off, you resumed your reading, paying no mind as your figure had slowly shifted to lean against him.

It seemed that Gyomei himself hadn't minded, as he easily offered his own lap as a seat for the other clambering children. The peaceful atmosphere had returned the moment you flipped the book open, and even Kaigaku remained silent, his curious gaze sneakily flickering to meet you.

Settled yet again, and hopefully for the last time, your eyes scanned the page to find where you had finished reading, and spoke up with a newfound merriment. Absolutely entranced in the sweet sound of your voice, he instinctively leaned closer to you, and between sharing this moment with such innocent children and most importantly your own caring form, he was content with being here.

"The old man and his wife were very happy, and they took the baby to be their son. Since he was born from a peach, they named him Momotaro, which means Peach Boy. They loved Momotaro very much and raised him well."

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Celebrating a special birthday for Himejima Gyomei, our lord and savior. I'm dropping so many uwus for this sweet man.

Happy Birthday Himejima Gyomei!
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