The Equation of Hearts

√𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩ

Essentially living with them hadn't changed much. Kato still found himself tired at the sight of so many people wanting to socialise with him at all times. Even in his room, there would be knocks on the door while he did calculations and plans. He'd have to briefly calculate who it could possibly be before cleaning away what he was doing and letting them in. He had only gotten his calculation wrong once, that was when Bianca first knocked. She didn't speak much to him, that was why. She was probably his favourite in all honesty.

"Can I come in?" She called as he looked at the board in his room. They were off-handed calculations. He hummed and she came in, seeing the rows of sums, "it still surprises me that you're a maths genius." She looked at it with him. Aside from Elena, she was the only other person to see the calculations. Because she had seen them before, he didn't need to hide it from her any longer,

"I wasn't always." He replied and crossed out a zero.

"What happened?" She wondered. She was the most compatible for him in terms of conversation. And the most approachable.

"I had to learn," he continued working on the maths and underlining, he crossed out some more numbers and cancelled out fractions. He crossed them over and lined off some of the calculations before muttering to himself and then rubbing out everything above the line and getting another colour.

"Is there a specific reason?" She wondered and watched him scribble some more. He didn't respond. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you-"

"It's okay," he forgave her, "you shouldn't have to be sorry that I don't want to respond. I shouldn't have to forgive you for asking a question I don't want to answer." He explained. Something Bianca realised when talking to Kato, was that he was very open minded. Very strange in his way of thinking. It was alinear, if that made sense. The way Kato saw everything was through a prism, where the solution refracted into a whole spectrum of different perspectives. She concluded that because of that view of the world, he was so inexpressive because nothing came as a surprise to him.

"I suppose so," she agreed quietly. All she knew about him was that idea alone. His stoicism came from being open minded. And maybe he liked his family. Though even that seemed iffy with how selective he was about what he said. "What made you... become a bodyguard if you're so great at maths then?" She watched him square off a range of calculations and suddenly start writing a paragraph. She didn't often get to see his handwriting, given she had only seen numbers and the algebraic and Greek symbols used in maths. But his handwriting was scruffy. "Is that your actual handwriting? That's kind of cute," she giggled and watched him write. He hummed and once finished, put down the pen, "oh, are you done?" She tilted her head,

"No, but you want to see my actual handwriting." He pulled out a pen and paper from a drawer probably better used for clothes. She was rather charmed by his messily functional room. It felt like the inner workings of a machine, "what do you want me to write?" He offered.

"Hm~" she rocked on her feet. She was actually rather excited at his sudden proactivity. "Whatever it says on the board." She pointed. Barely intelligible there, yet he wrote it down. She liked how small the pen looked in his hand. Was it even possible to write with hands like that? He handed it over and she saw it was written twice. One in standard handwriting, tall and rather narrow in terms of lettering. But it was regular, as in, consistent. No irregularities, letters the same height looked the same height, strokes were all at the same level and length. It was so controlled, even his handwriting looked unreal. But because of that, it was difficult to read. They all seemed to blend into the same lines. And underneath, cursive. He could write in gracious cursive. "Woah!" She smiled at the sight excitedly,

"Is it legible?" He tilted his head and sat on the floor. He looked almost childish, had he not been so muscular and broad-built, she probably would have found him far cuter than she was just seeing a good looking man.