TMNT: 2003 Boyfriend scenario - Love Is Blossoming.

Restless studies - Donatello

Even smart girls have one of these days where homework sucks and math is a pain in the shell.  Like, come on, who needs to know how to calculate the speed of a train when it's in a blizzard, and then even at a Saturday? Seriously, no people take a ride on the train in a blizzard anyway so who cares!

Sure enough though your teacher must've been pretty interested in the answer since he had given you so many assignments about exactly that topic and other similar scenarios. To be honest you didn't exactly have anything against math. If you first knew how to use it, any equation were easy to solve. 

However, not today.

As if you had forgotten anything and everything you had learned overnight, your mind kept drifting off track and you found yourself having a hard time to understand even the easiest question. What was 2+2? How did X end up becoming 10? Why were the normal degree of a square 90 degrees?

Feeling a headache begin to enter your head, you let out a loud groan as you fell forwards placing your head on the table while hiding it under your arms. This was a unbelievable pain. How would you ever finish at this rate, when you barely had made it halfway through the pile of  homework? 

Sighing you lifted your arms from your head and instead tucked them in under them like a pillow. As you glanced down in despair at the numbers, you imagined them as if they were taunting you for being so slow. Probably they were taking pity at you and just kept being difficult to solve, just so they could make you feel worse.

Burying your face yet another time in to yours arms, you didn't notice someone entering the kitchen you were sitting in before after you felt a hand rest on your back. Surprised by the sudden presence you snapped your head upwards just to find Donnie look down at you with a mild expression. A smile he obviously tried to hide started to appear on his features.

"What?" you pouted at his somewhat amused demeanor.

Gesturing meaningfully to his own cheek he's expression no longer held as a broke into a chuckle. "Sweetheart, you're taking the phrase 'read your notes closely' too serious."

Perplexed you reached a hand up to your own cheek, quickly realizing one of your notes had glued itself to your skin. Blushing brightly you removed the note and looked away. "T-That's not funny, Donnie..."

He grinned kindly and stroked your cheek which had been the victim. "I'm sorry. You just were really adorable." Noticing your unusual lack of reaction from when he normally complimented you, he continued more seriously. "What's wrong, (Y/n)?"

Feeling too blue, you simply nodded down to your papers and shook your head. "I don't know what's wrong with me today, but I can't do anything right."

Allowing himself to take a closer look to your stack of papers and notes, Donnie's face turned stern with concentration. Briefly he gazed down to the few answers you had write down before he again turned his attention to you. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you. You just need a little push forward."

Despite you knew Don had been quite busy in the lab recently, he never ceased to make time for you when you were stuck. However, maybe the fact you most likely were keeping him from work, or the fact he had to help you out with something you'd else have so easy time with just was too embarrassing, and somehow made you feel hesitant to accept his offer.

"I-I don't know, Donnie. Aren't you having a big project in the lab?" you protested timidly.

"I do, but you come first," he replied over his shoulder as he straightened and turned to one of the cabinets to retreat two cups. "Leo would anyway go order me to take a break within the next half hour, unless I want to be banished from the lab."

Per reflex he without even looking managed to make a cup of coffee to himself and a cup of hot chocolate to you, so your nerves would ease. He returned to the table with both cups in hands and placed your cup close enough for you to reach, before he seated himself in the chair next to yours.

Not surprisingly, your warm drink had the predicted effect. As soon as you had taken a sip your clouded mind cleared enough for you to think straight as your focus returned slowly. Don smiled at your reaction while he took a pen and paper with a thoughtful look.

"Let's see," he spoke. Much like in a cartoon, he snapped his fingers once when finally getting an idea he could use. "Try reduce this, okay? It'll help you back on track."

Although, he assured you it'd help, you couldn't help but feel confused as he neatly scribbled down a equation and then flipped it towards you for you to solve. The note said:

9x-7i>3(3x-7u)

The equation itself were quite easy you, however, gazed up at Donnie puzzled by how it'd help you out. Talking the pen he offered you, you step by step started reducing the line of math one by one.

First removing the brackets:

9x-7I>9x-21u

Then reduce the letters:set

-7I>-21u 

And last, but certainly not least decrease the remaining variables:

I <3 u

As you drew two thin lines under your final solution, your heart instantly began to flutter inside your chest in a cheerful dance. To confirm the answer you gazed towards Donnie, in which you earned a encouraging wink and a pat on the head.

"See? Smart and loved as always," Don complimented.

Laughing lighthearted your body was filled with warmth. Oddly enough, Don had been right. After just a simple push, you again felt normal much like you could do anything as usual. Taking another page you shoved it in between the two of you. "Would you help me out with next one?"

Although, Donnie was aware that you now could solve the homework yourself, he gladly accepted. Side by side you eagerly continued where you had left of. And one thing was for sure; doing homework had never felt better.