I-Idiots...

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Lin's POV

"Maito, I told you to move the decimal why did you change the whole number?!" I exclaimed with my hands on my hips as Maito slammed his face onto the desk.

"I thought it was wrong...so I changed the whole thing...," Maito said. "And, I don't even remember my past answer," Maito admitted as I smacked him in the back of the head.

"You idiot! I'm not allowed to give out the answer so you have to find out yourself!" I exclaimed, pointing to the number he was on, clearly enraged. "Thirty minutes have passed, Maito. Within those thirty minutes..... you only did ONE PROBLEM?!"

"I'm sorry Mine-Chan!" Maito exclaimed.

"So, your answer is right, but all you need is to turn it into an improper fraction with the x at the side. It's simple, actually," Ren said as I turned seeing aNaitu blushing, writing in her notebook.

"U-Um, thank you, r-really. I-I'm sorry if I caused too much trouble for you," aNaitu said.

"N-No! It's perfectly fine. I-I mean, I-I do like to help people every once in a while. Besides, you are moving quickly through the book," Ren said as aNaitu shrugged.

"Maybe, I should be in the advanced class...I don't seem cut out for it," aNaitu said.

"D-Don't say that! You're very smart!" Ren exclaimed as aNaitu blushed, returning a shy smile of gratitude.

"Thank you," she said smiling.

"Your welcome," Ren said as he took out his own book and read his own book book, while helping aNaitu.

"Aww~ Nai-Nai is so cute! And Kaga-Kun is too! They belong with each other!" Maito said, careful to not let them here.

"If there were shipping classes you would pass with flying colors," I said, sitting in my chair right next to Maito.

"What does that mean?" Maito asked as I clenched my fists angrily.

"It's a figure of speech. Maybe if you payed attention in literature or English you would understand," I argued.

"And, maybe if you weren't a Tsundere? You would be dating Akio right now," Maito said as I had the urge to slap him in the face, but the teacher was watching us.

He always seems to watch Maito since he struggles in class. I guess one more F and he'll go to the lower math which is normal freshman level. I'm surprised that he's such an idiot and aNaitu is such a smart and nice person.

"I hate you..," I muttered as Maito patted my back.

"There there, Mine-Chan. You still have a chance! He likes you!" Maito exclaimed as my eyes widened in shock and a blush formed on my cheeks.

"H-He doesn't....there for sure is a beautiful upperclassman girl in his class," I said and frowned as Maito shook his head.

"Nope. He's just like you. Being Tsundere and all," Maito said as I shook my head.

"N-No, I think he hates me," I said and frowned, putting away my notebook after I got it back from the teacher, seeing that it was a hundred. "It's obvious. I call him a Weeaboo everyday. And in return, he keeps on arguing with me."

"Mhm. Now, has he called you any names?" Maito asked as I rolled my eyes.

"What do you think? He calls me a Kakarot every day," I said as Maito shook his head.

"That's Tsundere love, Mrs. Kamui. You love your Senpai that is in a different class as you. Maybe you should consider making him lunch one day," Maito said as I blushed.

"J-Just because I know how to cook for myself when I wake up really early doesn't mean that I can cook for other people," I said as Maito rolled his eyes.

"Again, your Tsundere defending yourself again. One time I went to your house to study with Kaga-Kun and I caught you trying to to make his favorite food," Maito said as I blushed red.

"I like him and you know that...but I don't have the courage to tell him and stuff...he's an upperclassman, I can't do it..," I said as all of a sudden the door opened.

"Oh, Akio, your math class doesn't start until the afternoon. Is there something you need?" The teacher asked as I hid behind my book, blushing while Maito laughed.

"U-Um," Akio paused to clear his throat. "I'm looking for Lin Kagamine."

"You're looking for your looove~" Maito said quietly as I flinched, removing the book from my face.

"For what purpose?" The teacher asked.

"The results on her placement test," Akio said strictly as my eyes widened in shock.

"Oh, of course. You could talk to her about it in the hallways to not distract the students. I didn't have the time to tell her," the teacher said as I slowly stood up and walked out of the door with Akio.

"What about my placement test?" I asked as Akio had a slight pink blush.

"W-Well, you passed it. Which means, starting tomorrow, you'll be in the higher math, with, well, me," Akio said as my eyes widened in utter shock.

"W-Wait, only me?! O-Out of the whole class?" I asked as Akio nodded, sighing.

"I mean, you do get higher grades and college credit. Just because I'm there doesn't mean that you can just barge in and call me a Weeaboo you Kakarot," Akio said with his arms crossed as I puffed my cheeks a bit.

"F-Fine...," I muttered as Akio nodded. "You don't call me a Kakarot either."

"I won't as long as we agree to the terms," Akio said as I nodded and all of a sudden, the bell rang and the hallways flooded with students, and when push comes to shove...

...You get a fake samurai falling on top of you.

My eyes widened as our faces were so close and I blushed red, covering my mouth and facing the left side. "I-Idiot, get off of me!"

He quickly got off and crossed his arms. "Well it wasn't my fault, blame gravity!" Akio exclaimed as his face was bright red with his arms still crossed.

"Agh, I'll see you at lunch," I muttered, storming off into the next class, clutching my books over my chest and facing down, shaking my head over and over again as I picked up the pace and walked faster.

"No no no no no no no! H-He doesn't like me, of course he doesn't like me! I'm just this blob of intelligence that smells like oranges that has a banana brother that plays video games," I muttered to myself.

"He loves you~" Ren and Maito said all of a sudden behind me as I whirled around to 360 slap them on the face.

"Idiots!" I exclaimed, taking my seat in class.

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