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Prompt #13 Wrong

"Wrong! X does not equal to 2.133 when Y equals to -1.333 and you can't factorise with decimals. You're supposed to the formula!" Gokudera said and tapped his pen on the paper with more force than necessary.

"Maa maa… X, Y, aren't they similar?" Yamamoto laughed, rubbing the back of his head.

Frustrated, Gokudera rolled the textbook and hit Yamamoto on the head.

"Of course they're different you idiot! Now do it again!" Gokudera yelled.

"Hai!" Yamamoto replied happily as took another sheet of paper to do his calculations.

Gokudera was tutoring this baseball idiot because they had a test on Monday. In his opinion, Quadratic Functions was by far the easiest topic in their syllabus and he wonders why Yamamoto can't get it. As Yamamoto continued to scribble his answers, Gokudera wonder why the hell did he agree to tutor this idiot.

All-you-can-eat-sushi with that silly grin plastered on his face.

The Italian face-palmed himself as he recalled back. He was that easy to be coaxed?

"Done!" Yamamoto's cheery voice pulled him away from his thoughts.

Gokudera took the paper and began marking. Yamamoto slumped onto the desk with his arms stretched open on each side as he watch his fiery yet capable tutor intently. Gokudera's green orbs behind his oval-shaped glasses scanned Yamamoto's answers line by line, his trusty red pen dancing in split second intervals. There and then, Yamamoto suddenly notice that he was staring at the Italian's up close.

Wow, Gokudera has the longest lashes and lips that rival the best ootoro.

Just as Gokudera had finished marking the answers, he looked up and found Yamamoto's face a breath away from his.

"Wha -- ?!" Yamamoto had seized the chance to press their lips together.

Mere moments later, he was shoved away rather forcefully, failing flat on his butt on the other side of the desk. Gokudera had already stood up, his green eyes ablaze.

"What the fuck was that?!"

"A kiss?"

"You call that a kiss?!"

"Maa…"

Gokudera let out a sigh as slowly made his way towards Yamamoto whom was nursing the back of his head that hit the wall.

You're already 15 and not only you do not know how to do quadratic functions, you don't even know how to kiss?!

He stopped in front of Yamamoto, squatted down and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

"This is how you kiss, you idiot," and Gokudera captured Yamamoto's lips with his own.

Gokudera bit Yamamoto's lower lip for entrance. Then, he let his tongue wander into the baseball player's mouth, brushing against his molars and dancing with its tongue-partner. As he slowly pulled away, Gokudera made sure he licked the edges of Yamamoto's bloodied lip, teasing.

The Italian smirked as he stood up nonchalantly, Yamamoto blinking a few times at him.

"Ne, Gokudera, can we do that more often?" Yamamoto asked as Gokudera sat back at the desk and flipped open the textbook.

"Maybe, if you get all your answers correct."

Yamamoto smiled and immediately got up. He isn't going to get his answers wrong anymore now that there was an 'extra activity'.