DRDT One Shots!!

Math class ♡charwhit♡

This was requested by SockTheCat, enjoy!

"Maths is soooo boring."

"Shut up. I'm trying to listen."

Whit and Charles sit in the corner of the classroom. Good for Whit, because he never pays attention in class anyways.

"Boo, you actually want to focus? Lamee."

Charles turned to look at Whit with an angry frown.

"Yes, I do want to focus. Something wrong with that?"

"Yep. Everything is wrong with that."

Charles pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"If you tell me that you have no clue on what we are doing, I'm not giving you any answers."

"But whyy? I need them."

"Deal with it. That's your problem."

Charles turned away from Whit, who was pouting. He started fidgeting with his pen. He looked at Charles' hands and smiled. Charles felt a tingle on his hands.

"Whit? What are you doing?"

"Look! Look! Look!"

Whit doodled something on Charles' hand. Charles looked at it. All that could be seen on his face was disappointment.

"Are you serious? A cat skateboarding?"

"Yeah! Isn't she cute!"

"Ugh, whatever. I'm wiping this off."

"What? Don't wipe it off! It's a masterpiece! I should show it to Rose and Nico later!"

"They would hate it as much as I do."

"No they won't! They'd be *feline* great after seeing it, they'll love it!"

Charles ignored the matchmaker and continued doing his work.

"Hey, can I have the answers? Please?"

Charles sighed.

"What did I *just* tell you? Of course not."

"You said you won't give me the answers if I told you that I had no clue. I asked you for the answers *and* I said please. Don't you see how polite I am? So, can you tell me the answers, please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll give you a kiss~"

Charles hesitated, and looked at Whit, who had a bright smile, as usual.

"...What?"

"Come oon. Can I please have the answers? I don't know the first question."

Charles quickly snapped out of it.

"Whit. Did you even read the question?"

"...No."

Whit looked at the question.

"Oh, that's easy!"

Charles let out another sigh. Whit looked at him with his warm smile. Charles couldn't help but stare at him.

"Now the next question!"

He scanned through the paper, then looked back at Charles.

"Chaarrleees?"

He ignored him.

"Charles? Chaarrliieee?"

No response.

"Ceciii?"

"..."

"Pleaasee?"

He started poking him. The chemist thought ignoring him would make him stop, but he was wrong.

"Silence. Quit bothering me."

"Hey, you finally answered me. Listen, can I have the answer to this question? And this question? And that question?"

He starts pointing at every other question.

"No."

"I'm serious! I have not idea how to do this!"

Charles groaned.

"I give up. Just take the answers."

"So you do want the kiss after all?"

"No. What are you talking about?"

"I said I'll give you a kiss if you give me the answers!"

"Well, I'm taking the answers back."

"Okay, I'm joking! I won't kiss you, I just want the answers!"

"Whatever."

Whit copied his answers. He always finds a way to get Charles to give him the answers, even if Charles swears to never give it to him ever again. Charles had nothing to do. Whit's a pretty slow writer. Charles stared at the cat doodle. Whit noticed him staring.

"Heh, so you do like it, huh?"

"..."

"Hey, we should adopt a cat one day."

"...sure."