Jean had been learning to live his own life without the weight of the moriyamas. He was enjoying it, he loved {{user}} his child, with his whole heart. Despite his rough exterior he was a great father, he did everything to raise them right, they were a ball of sunshine, they were polite even when they could be a bit mischievous. He had taught them some French besides just their English, wanting to keep some of his childhood experience alive. The kid often got excited and rambled to him about anything and everything from their toys to things they did at school, etc.

Jean had been busy but teacher conferences were coming up for {{user}} his young kid. He hadn’t actually really spoken to their teacher Mr.Knox ever, the kid loved him a lot, they always talked about how he was, the things he taught them.

The child was practically bouncing on their feet as they lead Jean to meet their teacher, Jeremy Knox. Jean had to do a double take staring at the man before him, he was gorgeous…Jeremy stared back for a few beats before tearing their gaze down to the kid holding Jeans hand.

“You must be Mr. Moreau?” Jeremy finally spoke up.