I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 409 Sensitive

Her voice felt like sunlight passing through clouds, kind and steady and patient.

Gabriel’s breath trembled, and the corners of his eyes turned faintly red. He nodded slowly, breaking the hug with the smallest, shaky exhale. His wings, usually so composed and elegantly folded, drooped just a little.

"I know..." he murmured, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear the sting behind his eyes. "I know..."

He tried to smile, tried to pull himself together, but the sadness still softened his expression.

Alina placed a comforting hand on his arm, her eyes warm with genuine care. "You’re not alone, Gabriel. And you’re stronger than you think."

He nodded again, swallowing down everything he wasn’t saying, and whispered, "Thank you."

Outside the window, light shifted across the sky, brushing his feathers with a faint glow. For a brief moment he looked almost childlike, an angel who just needed someone to remind him the world wasn’t ending.

After Gabriel left for his class, his wings still a little droopy and his steps quieter than usual, Alina sat for a moment with a heavy heart. Classes A to C still had exams with gap days, while Class D was for babies so they only had a few papers left. Even as she organised her notes, her mind kept drifting back to Gabriel’s sad expression.

She walked to the principal’s office, knocked softly, and heard Dante’s smooth voice respond, "Come in."

She slipped inside and closed the door quietly. Dante looked up from a stack of papers, surprised to see her walk toward him so quickly and pull a chair beside his.

"What’s wrong?" he asked at once, his brows drawing together as if ready to fight whoever upset her.

Alina lowered herself into the chair and sighed. "I’m feeling bad for Gabs..."

Dante’s eyes narrowed instantly, displeased.

"Why?" he asked, his tone clipped.

Alina told him everything. Gabriel’s trembling voice, the way he spoke about meeting his mate, the heartbreak in his eyes when he said she loved someone else. She repeated every detail. Dante listened quietly, arms folded, expression unreadable while his crimson gaze stayed fixed on her face.

"I see..." he finally said, his voice dropping into that low thoughtful tone he used when analysing a situation. "That is quite pitiful, actually. Angel males are very sensitive. If their mate ignores them for too long, they drown themselves in self-pity and depression. I heard many of them even commit suicide if they—"

"DANTE!!!" Alina shot up from her chair, eyes huge, tears instantly forming. "What? What did you just say?"

He blinked, unbothered. "It is normal for ang—"

"No. No it is not normal. Dante, what if he... what if he..." Her voice cracked, and tears slid down her cheek before she could stop them. "Dante please, please save him. You have to stop him from doing something like that. He is so sweet."

Dante froze. This reaction he did not expect.

"Alina..." he murmured softly, leaning forward. He cupped her cheek gently and wiped her tears with his thumb. His chest tightened. He hated seeing her cry.

"I did not say he will," he said quietly. "I only said some of them do. Gabriel seems stable. And emotional. But stable."

"But still... what if he..." Her voice trembled again.

"I will look into it," Dante said firmly. "I will gather information about his mate and see how I can help him. I am not letting one of my teachers fall apart, not under my watch. And not when it makes you cry."

Alina sniffed and wiped her eyes. "You are... too good, Dante. Are you sure you are a demon?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

He flicked a finger against his own horn. "I am demon. I am very sure."

She rested her cheek on her palm, elbow propped on his desk, and looked at him with that soft smile of hers, the one that always made something inside him tighten. "You are too good to be a demon to be honest..."

He tilted his head slightly, amused and warm at the same time. "Only humans like you dare say that."

He leaned closer, lowering his voice into a quiet murmur. "And only you get away with it."

She leaned closer without even realising it, her voice soft and full of wonder. "Still... you are so kind, Dante. Since childhood I always heard demons were evil, greedy, cruel villains. The ones who destroy kingdoms and laugh like madmen." She blinked up at him, genuinely confused and amazed. "And you are the exact opposite."

Dante let out a slow breath, a tiny crooked smile touching his lips. "That part is true, actually. Most demons are evil. Ruthless. Unpredictable. You saw it yourself on the trip." His eyes softened, though a dark humour flickered through them. "And I also used to be very evil. Jealous. Possessive. Do you remember I tried to separate my brother and my sister-in-law?" He let out a dry chuckle, as if even he could not believe his own past behaviour.

"That does not matter now," Alina said quickly, almost protectively. She closed the small distance between them and placed her warm palm on his arm. Dante stilled, every muscle under her hand tightening in quiet surprise.

Her voice softened into something gentle and sincere. "You are a great dad, Dante. You are good and kind to the babies. And now you want to help Gabriel too. That is not evil. That is someone with a good heart."

His breath caught. For a moment he simply stared at her, crimson eyes reflecting something deep, as if her words had touched a place inside him he did not even know existed.

"That is stupid," he muttered suddenly, turning his face slightly away from her as if hiding. "I am not kind."

The words were gruff, almost embarrassed, like he had no idea how to accept affection without pushing it away.

Alina thought it was ridiculously cute. His horns, his cold face, his deep voice..none of it could hide the softness he carried in the places that mattered.

Without even thinking she leaned forward and lifted herself on her toes, brushing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

The world stopped.

Dante went completely still. His crimson eyes widened, stunned and unguarded, as if she had cast the strongest spell known to demonkind. He looked at her, genuinely shocked, like a powerful demon lord had just been defeated by the softest human gesture.

"Alina..." he breathed, his voice low and shaky in a way she had never heard before.