Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to them, not to me (which is probably a good thing).
Title: Curing Duo
Author: aomurasakiai
Pairing: Heero/Duo (friendship)
Rating: G
Warnings: Humor, Fluff, Duo POV
gw500 challenge: #22 - "a phobia"
Word Count: 506

Twirling the mechanical pencil around my finger, I stare at the stupid math problem on derivatives for the thousandth time, feeling vaguely sick.

"Heero," I call to my fellow roommate who is on the computer (like he ever gets off… I swear his behind is glued permanently onto the seat or something!). He looks over to me, but his fingers never stop typing whatever the hell he is typing.

"I think I may have 'math-phobia'," I tell him matter-of-factly. He raises one of his eyebrows slightly.

"'Math-phobia'? There is no such thing," he says, turning back to the monitor.

"Hey, you don't know that! I mean it could be that no one's discovered it yet. Someone might have it already!"

"Like you?" he asks, deadpan.

"Yup!" I grin. This is fun since it is rare that I get him to talk with me. Most of the time he mumbles the infamous "hn" remark, calls me "baka", or remains silent all together. Frustrating at times, but oh well.

"Help me, Heero!" I groan out, thumping my head on the math page filled with derivative word problems before shoving it aside. "I don't want to do this anymore!"

"Even if I did, you'd still copy my homework rather than doing it yourself," he tells me.

"True. You know me too well," I reply back with a wink.

"Baka."

"Just because I'm not the perfect student around here who could probably do these in his head." I smirk as he glances over at me again. His fingers still and all of a sudden, he scoots his chair over, grabs my math book, places it in front of the both of us, and crosses his arms across his chest.

"What are you having difficulty with?" I blink in surprise. He never offers to tutor me before, no matter how much I beg and plead. I always thought that he finds it faster to just let me copy. No time is wasted being away from his computer after all. Shrugging to myself, I file it away as a "Heero" thing that I may never understand.

"…ur notes?" I blink as I catch the end of his question.

"Huh?" He sighs, almost exasperatedly.

"Where are your notes?" he repeats. Heh, duh! I reach over to grab my notebook. Even though it's all there, that doesn't mean I get it. My hand seems to go into automatic "note-taking" mode when the teacher begins to talk. Now, the array of numbers and symbols make me want to throw up.

"Heero, I think it's getting worse," I mumble out, making a show of putting my hand over my mouth. He glances at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Look," he tells me, pointing to my notes and goes off explaining what is what. For once, I'm the one listening and he's doing all the talking. It's strange how he can become so engrossed in the topic. I smile to myself.

Apparently, he can cure me of "math-phobia" (if it ever exists, that is).

Owari