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"NO, DUMBASS, THE INEQUALITY IS LESS THAN!" Tsukki groaned. "Then it should be y is less than 2 over 3 x minus 7! 7 is the y intercept!"

"That makes no sense!" You whined, burying your face into your hands. "This is a basic Algebra 1 skill...your in Algebra 2 now-"

"Well I forgot!" You whined. Tsukki sighed before placing his elbow on the low rise table, his legs sprawled out behind you. He rested his hand on his chin as he watched you sulk into your palms.

"Do you need to take a break? We've been doing problems non-stop for about 2 hours." He mumbled. You let out a breath of relief. "Yes, please!" You sat up straight and stretched your arms above your head.

Tsukki watched you intensely. You felt his glare, and slowly looked at him. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing...I always wondered...why do you live with Coach?" He asked.

"Oh well...my dad died when I was younger due to an illness, and my mom disappeared. So, I just lived with Oji."

"Oh..." Tsukki said, his mood quickly changing. You waved off his pity. "No big deal. I hardly remember him. And my mom was a total drug addict, so I'm not surprised that she left me." You picked up a pen and started to click it.

"Is that why you complain about Coach smoking all the time?"

"Mm. I don't want him to turn out like mom. Of course, I know he wouldn't purposely leave me behind, but I just don't want him to over do it." You sighed.

"...Sorry for asking. It seems touchy-"

"You? Apologizing? To me? Are you feeling okay?" You placed the back of your hand on his forehead. Tsukki groaned, his face slightly turning red. "Shut up."

You gave a light chuckle. "It's not a touchy subject. I've just never talked about it before with anyone."

The two of you held eye contact for a moment before he slapped your hand off his forehead. "Quit touching me." He turned towards the table again.

"You weren't complaining when I wiped my face into your-"

"Quit talking." He mumbled before stabbing you in the side with his pen. You flinched in pain. "OW!" You grunted, grabbing your side. You quickly stabbed him back before scurrying to feet, ready to avoid his next attack.

"You bastard." He cursed before jumping to his feet. You laughed as you attempted to juke him around the table. Forgetting how tall he was, he stepped over the small table, grabbing you by the waist.

"Wait! No fair-" You shouted before he launched you onto the bed. He stabbed and tickled your stomach as he held you in between his legs. You squirmed, screaming in pain and laughing.

"Don't ever stab me again." He mumbled as he continued to jab his fingers into your side.

"O-Okay! Okay! I promise! I-I won't do it any-more!" You laughed out. Tsukki stopped tickling you and you fell back onto him, gasping for air.

"Owwww." You grabbed your stomach in pain as you closed your eyes. Tsukki lightly snickered to himself as he watched your breathing slow down.  Suddenly his phone rang.

He slowly pushed you off his lap and walked over to the table, picking up his phone. "Random number...Let's continue studying-" He started as he looked back at your limp body, quiet snores escaping your mouth.

"Did she really pass out from a tickle attack?" He asked himself, as he watched you peacefully sleep. He looked around the room and spotted a navy blue blanket. He grabbed it and draped it over your tired body. He bent down and pushed your hair out of your face.

"Idiot. You can't do math but you can sleep after being tickled too much?"

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