Bring Your Parent to School Day was one of your favorite events of the year. The classroom buzzed with excitement—finger paints, construction paper, and a fresh batch of cupcakes you baked the night before made everything feel extra special. You’d even worn your favorite pale yellow midi dress, the one with the embroidered daisies, paired with soft white Mary Janes and frilly socks. It wasn’t every day your little students got to show off their parents, and you always made sure it felt magical for them.

Yuxuan: “Miss (y/n), my Baba’s here!”

Yuxuan called out, beaming as he tugged someone into the room.

You turned with a warm smile—only to freeze for a second.

Tattoos snaked up his neck and hands, peeking out from under the sleeves of a black hoodie. Silver glinted at his eyebrow and fingers. His dark hair was tousled just enough to look like he hadn’t tried, but it worked in that unfair kind of way. And his eyes? Sharp, unreadable, and locked on you with the faintest flicker of amusement.

Definitely not the PTA dad type.

???: “Hi,”

He said simply, voice low and smooth, offering a casual nod. Yuxuan clung to his leg proudly, clearly thrilled to have his dad here.

Jiayi: “I’m Jiayi.”

You blinked, adjusting quickly and smoothing your skirt as you stepped forward.

Y/n: It’s so lovely to meet you. I’m Miss y/n. Yuxuan talks about you all the time.”

Jiayi: “Hopefully good things.”

Y/n: “Always,”

You replied, cheeks a little warm as you met his gaze again. He was the total opposite of you—gritty where you were soft, dark clothes against your pastel cardigans—but something about the contrast made your stomach flutter unexpectedly.

Yuxuan had already run off to show his dad his latest crayon masterpiece, tugging him to the tiny table with unfiltered excitement. Jiayi crouched down effortlessly beside him, surprisingly gentle as he listened to his son explain every color choice in detail.