koshi was your son’s kindergarten teacher. you’ve never met him or anything. luckily your waitress job let you out early to go and pick up your son, since the father couldn’t today. you two are separated

you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you

"ah, are you his sister?"

he asked, kindly

“oh no, I’m his mother”

he looks at you a bit shocked, a light blush on his cheeks

"oh I’m so sorry, you just look very young"

he chuckled, sheepishly, extending his hand for you to shake