Equations and Introductions - Open

[Dr. Cecilia Geraldine]

A woman, thin and pale, stepped into the room and adjusted the glasses on her nose before laying her books down on the large desk in the front of the classroom which she guestimated would be hers ... for now.

After moving somethings about on her desk, she stood in front of it beside a podium which she assumed they wanted her to lecture behind. She crossed her arms and looked over the class with a keen eye and a tightly drawn mouth.

"...I suppose you've already realized why we're all here, so I won't bother with explaining the fact that I'm your new math teacher. As much as we both bemoan the fate as I would much rather be working in a more practical feild of career, we're going to suffer through it."

She turned and picked up a peice of chalk and skrawled her name across the board in quick strokes.

"You are to refer to me as Dr. Geraldine and nothing else. If you speak out of turn there will be consequences. If you don't do the work assigned, there will be humilating consequences. Beyond that so long as you are silent and do not interrupt my class with nonsense, we'll be just fine and the lessons themselves will be relatively short."

She looked around with her sharp steel gaze.

"Are there any questions before we begin with the first lesson?"

[Sho Minamimoto]

This was zetta gay.

How many times had he taken this class now? This had to be his third or fourth time -- he knew the course material like the back of his hand before he even got here, and mainly just kept taking the class for...uh. Entertainment purposes. But even he was starting to get tired of it; it just so happened that this was the only math class offered this semester, which meant he was stuck with it, and so...

...and so here he was. Back row, in the far corner, at the same desk he always used, forming a respectably large puddle of drool as he napped. He'd been up all night again -- pretending to be asleep when he was actually watching Joshua, listening to every breath he took and every shift he made, waiting for him to fall asleep. Of course, it never happened; Joshua knew he was being watched, and he had much greater patience than Sho had. Likewise, Sho didn't trust Joshua enough to sleep in his presence, and so it became a vicious cycle.

Nights were no longer for sleeping. Classtime was.

And so it was with a snort and an annoyed groan that Sho awoke, nap disturbed by what he already decided was the most grating voice he'd ever heard. One golden eye slid open, sleep-blurred vision revealing the form of some snooty-looking woman that he'd inevitably come into conflict with even though she didn't have half his gift for math or half his beauty.

Gay.

Sho turned his head and went back to sleep.