Minato wouldn't say that he'd been watching for them each time the door opened but - he had. As much as he tried to give his son and daughter in law space to raise their family and grow together, he would be the first to admit he loved the chances he got to spend with them. And their kids. Maybe, especially their kids but he'd never say so outloud. There was just - something amazing about being a grandfather. So when the door pushed open and he saw first Hinata's dark hair and then the children's small heads bobbing in immediately afterward, he didn't even try to hide his grin or the way his face lit up and quite a few student head's turned to see it's source in response. Most of the regulars recognized what was going on immediately and exchanged small waves for the kids or smiles before going back to their notes. Minato exchanged his own waves with his small family and picked up his paused sentence without missing a beat as he watched them settle in. He knew that his lectures would be boring for the children but having them near felt so good and Hinata, he saw, had been prepared, as always with things for them to do.
One day, maybe, they'd be the same age as the students in the rows around him and sit in on his class in earnest. Just - not too soon.
"It's about speed," he continued, moving back to the board to illustrate, fingers catching up the marker to make long, easy sweeps across the dry erase board. "Finding the fastest, strongest way to improve a design without sacrificing its efficiency. Speed's no good if you fall apart during the process. Don't cut corners. Learn to bend them. You remember our study of vortices last week?"
Some professors taught by route. In fact, Minato knew a few that simply played tapes of themselves talking. He liked to keep things fresh though, believing that if he paid attention to what he was doing, the students would have an easier time doing the same. He didn't cut anyone any slack in his class - but he did recognize that each class had its own unique makeup and he tailored each lesson to match as closely as possible what he thought they needed. This was a smaller class, a sharp one that egged each other on, and he enjoyed challenging them with new ideas, often ones that were still in the theory stage and watching them work through the meat of the problems together. So the last twenty minutes of class, he let them at the theory he'd postulated for them, feeling a bit like someone letting hunting dogs loose on a scent and while they grouped together to tear through books and computer links, he wandered over to where his daughter in law and grandchildren were with a smile to crouch down next to their seats, elbows resting on his daughter in law's desk top. There was laughter in his eyes as he asked:
no subject
One day, maybe, they'd be the same age as the students in the rows around him and sit in on his class in earnest. Just - not too soon.
"It's about speed," he continued, moving back to the board to illustrate, fingers catching up the marker to make long, easy sweeps across the dry erase board. "Finding the fastest, strongest way to improve a design without sacrificing its efficiency. Speed's no good if you fall apart during the process. Don't cut corners. Learn to bend them. You remember our study of vortices last week?"
Some professors taught by route. In fact, Minato knew a few that simply played tapes of themselves talking. He liked to keep things fresh though, believing that if he paid attention to what he was doing, the students would have an easier time doing the same. He didn't cut anyone any slack in his class - but he did recognize that each class had its own unique makeup and he tailored each lesson to match as closely as possible what he thought they needed. This was a smaller class, a sharp one that egged each other on, and he enjoyed challenging them with new ideas, often ones that were still in the theory stage and watching them work through the meat of the problems together. So the last twenty minutes of class, he let them at the theory he'd postulated for them, feeling a bit like someone letting hunting dogs loose on a scent and while they grouped together to tear through books and computer links, he wandered over to where his daughter in law and grandchildren were with a smile to crouch down next to their seats, elbows resting on his daughter in law's desk top. There was laughter in his eyes as he asked:
"I didn't put anyone to sleep, did I?"