I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 468 JoJo

Ana led them inside, down a quiet hallway lined with soft family photos and handmade drawings taped to the walls. The home felt warm and loved, but there was a tension in the air, like a place constantly bracing for the next emotional storm.

They stopped in front of a small bedroom door.

"Jojo," Ana called gently.

"Go away!" a trembling child’s voice snapped from inside.

Ana’s shoulders sagged. She turned to Alina and whispered, "He’s been like this lately. Cranky, emotional, unstable. We took him to a healer... the medicine worked for a while, but now he’s losing control again."

Alina nodded reassuringly.

"Miss Ana, could you wait outside for a moment?" Fluffy asked politely.

Ana hesitated, then nodded and stepped back, trusting them despite her fear.

Alina pushed the door open slowly.

Sunlight spilled into a cozy bedroom filled with toys, picture books, small potted plants, and soft earth-toned decorations. It should have felt comforting, but the air itself felt tense, as if responding to a child’s emotions.

A little boy stood near the bed.

His brown hair was messy, his cheeks flushed, and his bright green eyes burned with emotions too big for his small body. Tiny grains of dirt hovered faintly around his feet, trembling as if reacting to his mood.

"Go away!" he shouted, his voice cracking.

Alina noticed it instantly. His green eyes held too much intensity, as if his feelings were constantly on the verge of spilling over.

Instead of stepping back, she lowered herself slightly to meet him at eye level.

"I’m not here to hurt you," she said gently. "My name is Alina."

"I don’t care!" he yelled. "Go away!"

He did not fully understand why he felt this angry. Whenever his emotions flared, people looked afraid of him. That fear hurt. Even his friends had started keeping their distance.

The small stones near his feet rattled, sending faint tremors through the floor.

Fluffy hovered behind Alina, letting her take the lead.

Her voice remained soft and warm. "It must feel really scary when your power goes wild," she said quietly. "I’d be scared too."

Jojo froze.

"You’re not mad... or scared?" he asked suspiciously.

"No," she replied honestly. "I think you’re overwhelmed."

His lower lip trembled. The anger wavered, revealing fear underneath.

"It hurts," he whispered. "When I cry... everything shakes... and Mom gets scared..."

The dirt on the floor quivered in response to his emotions.

Alina slowly sat cross-legged on the floor, careful not to invade his space. "Can you show me how it feels?" she asked gently. "Not by breaking anything. Just close your eyes for a moment."

He hesitated, then slowly shut his eyes.

Alina closed hers too.

She focused on her core. On everything Fluffy had taught her. On calm. On grounding. On gentle control.

She reached out, not physically, but with energy, letting her magic brush lightly against his unstable earth core.

It felt like standing on cracked ground.

"Breathe with me," she murmured. "In... and out..."

At first, Jojo’s power surged defensively. The floor trembled faintly.

But Alina did not pull away. She stayed. Patient. Steady. Present.

"You’re not broken," she whispered. "You’re just carrying too many feelings. We’ll help you learn how to hold them."

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the trembling eased.

Jojo’s shoulders relaxed.

When he opened his eyes, the hovering dust had settled.

He stared at her in stunned silence, as if something unbelievable had just happened.

"...Easy?" he whispered.

Alina smiled softly. "That felt easier, didn’t it?"

He nodded slowly, still processing the calm spreading through his chest.

"It’s not because your power is bad or weird," she explained gently. "Your magic reacts to your emotions. When you feel scared, angry, or overwhelmed, your earth core reacts before you can think. That doesn’t mean something is wrong with you. It just means your feelings are louder than your control right now."

Jojo looked down at his hands, quieter.

"When you feel unstable," Alina continued, "don’t fight your power. Don’t panic. First, scold it a little, like telling a naughty puppy to behave. Say, ’Stop. Calm down.’ Let it know you’re in charge."

She lifted a finger lightly to demonstrate. "Then soothe it. Tell it, ’It’s okay. I’m here.’ Your power listens to your emotions. If you’re scared, it gets scared too. If you’re calm, it will slowly learn to calm down."

Jojo frowned in thought. "So... I’m not supposed to hate it?"

"No," Alina said softly. "It’s a part of you. Like your heart. If you hate it, it will hurt more. But if you guide it, it will protect you."

She demonstrated slow breathing again. "And when it feels too loud, breathe like this."

Jojo copied her. Clumsy at first. Then steadier.

"...It listens," he murmured in disbelief.

Alina smiled warmly. "Of course it does. You’re stronger than you think."

The tension in his expression eased.

"...Can you teach me more?" he asked quietly.

Her heart softened. "Of course. We’ll practice together. Little by little."

Fluffy watched from the side, wide-eyed and impressed.

Alina stayed with Jojo, guiding him through simple grounding exercises. She taught him to feel the floor beneath his feet, to notice his weight, to imagine his emotions settling like dust after a storm. Each time his power flickered, she showed him how to breathe through it, how to anchor himself instead of being swept away.

"Your power is like soil," she explained softly. "If it’s shaken too hard, it scatters. But if you press it down gently, it becomes strong, stable, and safe."

Jojo listened with surprising focus. With every practice, he grew calmer, more confident, until the storm in his eyes finally quieted.

When Ana was called back into the room, she froze at the doorway.

Her son sat peacefully on the floor. No trembling. No unstable energy. No panic. Just a small boy, calm and safe.

Ana’s eyes filled instantly. Tears spilled before she could stop them.

"Jojo..." she whispered, rushing forward and hugging him tightly, as if afraid he might disappear.

He hugged her back. "Mom, I’m okay," he said, a little proud, a little shy. "I can control it now."

Ana sobbed quietly, overwhelmed with relief. She looked at Alina through her tears, gratitude shining in her expression.

"Thank you," she said shakily. "I... I didn’t know what to do anymore. I thought I was failing him."