Guy and Asch, adventures in private school

[originalflame]

Asch fon Fabre had never been particularly fond of school. While he was much better at some aspects of it than his arrogant idiot of a twin, he had never been able to excel at math. He could conquer any other subject with ease, as he had wanted so badly to become an important figurehead later in life, but his inadequacy at math was holding him back

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[jewelofgardios]

He'd always been a favourite of the professor's, even since early childhood. It came hand in hand with their families being close friends, really; when Professor Grants had become a teacher at the private school Guy Cecil had been attending, it had been difficult not to use his first name. The fact that they'd grown up together made the other students somewhat jealous, though thankfully not in a malicious way

[originalflame]

Asch regarded Guy curiously. This was the golden boy that Professor Grants was so fond of? That all the other teachers were fawning over?

He looked friendly enough. "Professor Grants told me it would be you," Asch said quietly. That was a greeting, wasn't it? Asch had never been particularly fond of socializing. Natalia tended to do it all for him while he remained in the background.

Asch closed his cell phone and put it away. He wasn't lazy enough to let it be a substitute for a proper calculator like some students tended to do. His textbook, notebook, and calculator were already out on the desk, waiting for the two of them to start. Asch flipped through the book, turning to the homework that had been assigned earlier that day. "This is the chapter we're working on."

[jewelofgardios]

Didn't beat around the bush, did he? Then again, he was probably like most high school students - wanted to get the work over and done with so they could go home. Guy couldn't blame him, since he'd rather be at home himself. His guardian was never pleased about him staying late, mostly because he was something of a worrier.

Shrugging aside his thoughts, he pulled another desk up beside Asch's, sitting down and peering at the page Asch showed to him. "Ah, I see. Yeah, most of my class had trouble with that chapter when we did it. It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it, but that's the hard part, of course." He studied the chapter description for a moment, nodding a little cryptically, then glanced over at the younger man. "Why don't you show me what you do know, and then we'll work on what's giving you trouble. Okay?"

[flameoflorelei]

"These formulas are a pain," Asch grumbled. There were too many combinations of A and S to keep track of, none of them easy to remember. How were they supposed to be expected to remember all this?

Realizing he couldn't write with how everything was laid out on his desk, Asch moved his text book to make more room for his notebook. On top of the notebook had been a classwork assignment, covered in red scribble and a note from the professor to see him after class. Asch desperately wanted to stuff it away and hide his lapse of intelligence, but it was the only list of the problems that he still had. The original list had been on the board.

He blushed a little bit and looked away briefly, ashamed at the evidence of his failure. Quickly, he started copying down the problems so that he could get rid of the offensive thing.

[jewelofgardios]

Guy pursed his lips as Asch moved the textbook, then shifted his chair to lean over the younger man as he worked, finishing up the reading. Didn't sound too bad - if the kid was bright enough to have so much of Van's attention, it wouldn't take him very long to understand the issues once it was explained clearly to him.

His gaze shifted to the assignment Asch had, taking note of the red markings around Asch's work. Ah, so that was the problem... Van had been right to assign the boy to him. He used to fly through problems like this, and had no doubt that he still could.

Asch didn't look too fond of his work, however, so Guy refrained from commenting, just watching over his shoulder and allowing Asch to work. After a moment, he said gently, "Once you're finished, we'll go through the problem step by step, nice and slow. We can both get a feel of what we need to work on that way."

He didn't want Asch to think he believed the redhead was stupid.