Kid!Dirk x Kid!Reader - About Me

It was the first day of kindergarten, and boy, were you excited. When you had first turned four, your mother explained to you how school worked and how great it would be in another year. She told you you’d meet lots of other kids and you would have all kinds of friends. Now, you could have friends that weren’t just unicorns or mermaids, or any other mythical creatures. You could have real human friends.

You clenched your [f/c] lunch box to your chest as you waved goodbye to your mother and walked into the giant building that would now be known as ‘school.’ You wandered through the hall, stopping in front of a room numbered 101. There was a long line of children just like yourself standing outside the door, waiting very impatiently to be let inside. You had never seen any of these kids before, but one of them caught your eye.

There was a boy with nice blonde hair that seemed to be spiked up a bit. He wore some pointed sunglasses from something which your brother would call ‘anime.’ You walked towards him, ready to greet him with a simple ‘hello’, but the classroom door opened and the roar of children stopped you.

“Good morning, class!” A lady cooed in the doorway. She had a smile that seemed to light up a room and her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight coming in from the hallway windows. What a Mary Poppins she was. “Come in, children, come in!”

The kids bustled through the door and your hastily tried to follow. Unable to squish yourself into the crowd, you were sadly the last person to take a seat on the rug. It left you little space, and you felt quite embarrassed, coming in last like that. However, the teacher began to talk once again, and everyone drew their attention to her.

“Hello everyone, I am Mrs. Smith,” She said with the voice of an angel, “Since it is only the first day of school, why don’t we go around and say a little about ourselves?” Her eyes searched through the crowd of children and she pointed at a random girl.

The girl’s face caught a slight blush, and she smiled. “I’m Jane, and I like baking cakes with my mommy.”

“Oh, that’s very nice, Jane!” The teacher pointed at a boy next.

“Hello chaps, I’m Jake. I like to go on adventures!” The boy grinned, and around the room, many girls giggled and whispered to each other. Your mother had told you about this. He would be the ‘hunk’ of the year?

Suddenly, the teacher’s pale fingers were pointing at you. You jumped in surprised, figuring you’d be picked closer to last since you took a seat in the back. Quickly, you took a deep breath and spoke, “I’m [Name], and I like to [f/h].”

Mrs. Smith grinned at you. “Thank you, [Name].” She then pointed at the boy you had noticed in line.

“Yo, I’m Dirk,” His voice was a bit deeper for a five or six year old. “and I like smuppets.”

The teacher blinked, confused by his words. “Um, that’s nice Dirk… but what exactly is a smuppet?”

Dirk slipped his book bag off of his back and unzipped it. He dug through it cautiously, making sure not to bend, break, or rip anything inside. He seemed to find the item he was looking for and pulled it out. It appeared to be a plushie with a large rump and extremely long nose.

Never in your life had you been disrespectful. Your mother had taught you all your manners. However, you always spoke your mind, and your mind said:

“That plushie’s nose looked like a penis.”

Mrs. Smith’s jaw dropped open and she looked at you with the most surprised face you had seen before. “[Name], you do not say things like that!” The class began laughing hysterically.

“But it does,” You protested, unsure of why exactly she had yelled at you. As she picked you up by your left arm and practically dragged you out of the classroom, you caught Dirk shooting you a smile.

Hey, you were in trouble, but at least you made a new friend.