Miscellaneous: Naughty thoughts lol.

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Obviously the title is a Carly Rae Jepsen reference because I really really really really really really like her last album lol

I made a secondary Tumblr account. It's also ahuehuehueee (.tumblr . com) . Haha I don't frequent Tumblr a lot, though.

Short chap ahead. Cut it into 2 again.

Chapter 12
In His Fantasy, He Dreams About Her

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The first thing he noticed was the unusual outfit she was wearing. He had meant to ask her why she chose to wear it, but he shrugged it off. That was what she wanted to wear, so why bother asking? It was her choice. He wanted to trace the gap between her thigh high socks and her shorts, though. He was a healthy adolescent boy after all, and he was sorely tempted, but he pulled away his eyes and looked at the ground instead.

The girl in front of him felt familiar. Too familiar. It would have been awkward and wrong to ogle at her whoever she was. But the sense of familiarity made him further uneasy. His head was throbbing. She was talking, and he was talking, but nothing was registering in his head. He knew what was happening; this probably happened before, but he can't remember.

What was her name again? Her name was in the back of his head. His vision was hazy, and he couldn't hear a thing. He should find it strange, he thought, but his mind was too sluggish to think of any reason at all.

"... you."

She spoke, but that was the only thing he caught. He squinted, desperately trying to make his senses more awake. She started to speak again, and he tried to hear her better. for some reason, his head became a little clearer, and he finally looked at the girl.

"It still means a lot to me," Mafuyu smiled, and he -

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Kawauchi's alarm clock blared through his ears. He was jolted awake. Kawauchi rubbed his temples. He took a look at his alarm, and was mildly surprised to realize that he managed to snooze his way to being late to class. Homeroom was already ongoing.

He thought nothing of it. The best part of being a delinquent, after all, was that nobody exactly expected him to come to class anyway. He threw himself back to his bed. He might as well sleep again and just go to class later. He tossed and turned, but felt uncomfortable when he remembered that he had another dream.

He wanted to remember what the hell it was all about, but something was stopping him. The frustration at his inability to make up his mind made him stand up and get out of bed. He dragged himself up and decided to just rush to his classroom. He would rather get bored to death inside in class with something to distract him than wander around with nothing to keep him preoccupied.

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He had completely missed homeroom, and only reached the room just in time for his math class. Kawauchi quietly sneaked into his seat. He didn't heed the looks his classmates sent him, even those of Goto's. As expected, Banchou didn't really care, gazing instead at the window.

Contrary to his expectations, Saeki didn't unleash hell when he entered the room. Kawauchi was reminded that Saeki joined the second years in their fieldtrip. The substitute continued writing something on the board. He continued long enough for Kawauchi's mind to wander, even if it were against his wishes.

So she's not here...

He had dreamt of Mafuyu. He knew that, and he really wasn't in the habit of fooling himself. The dream itself wasn't that bad; it had happened just last Saturday after all. What he was worried about was the ending that got cut off. He was supposed to do something in his dream, but he didn't know what it was.

The teacher was talking while writing down something. "Let f be a continuous function on an open interval bounded by a and b, where a, b is an element of the set of real numbers. And the function has only one relative extremum..."

Maybe it was something extreme. But what kind of extreme?

"... say c, in (a,b). If c is a relative maximum or minimum..."

Did he do something relatively extreme? Was it positive or negative? Did he make a fool out of himself?

"... then f has an absolute maximum or minimum, respectively, at c."

The teacher turned around abruptly, snapping Kawauchi back to the lesson. "Where do you suppose we are going to apply this theorem? Anyone?" he asked the class. It was evident that most of his classmates were relaxed because Saeki wasn't the one teaching. He scanned through the faces of his students. Kawauchi barely stifled a yawn.

His thoughts drifted to what Mafuyu was doing instead. He kept on remembering that Saeki was probably with her, and he could just imagine his annoying face. His substitute teacher droning on and on about math just reminded him. He tried to erase his thoughts, and tried to focus on her instead. Knowing her, she was probably doing something stupid.

Maybe she was trying to find something to eat. Maybe she ran into people who knew who she was, and was trying her hardest to hide it. But she was most likely with Hayasaka-san and the glasses, trying to catch their attention by doing more stupid things. He fought back a laugh, and then it dawned on him-

-that he was thinking about her too much.

Miscellaneous, Part II: The site mixedmoss originmath /Emath . html has examples where their proposed solution only involves single integrals (washer method). So I guess my example is still within the scope since we discussed it before we even learned anything about antiderivatives, and consequently, integrals.

I JUST REALIZED I'VE BEEN WRITING KAWAUCHI'S 3RD PERSON THOUGHTS USING THE NAME KAWAUCHI which is actually his last name so welp. Feels weird man. Maybe I should have written Tomohiro instead or something (but I'm so not used to it). Too lazy to change everything so HAHAHAHA

Will people kill me if I make a Takaomi/Momochi oneshot HAHAHA? C'mon guys, the kink thoooough

If I stopped writing during the wee hours of the morning, maybe I can make my stories more coherent, but nooOooOOO hahahahauhuhu sorry guys