[he's the ONE in charge]
Fandom: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers {Ronin Warriors}
Title: Remembering the Numbers
Author: Trist
Pairing/Character: Touma and Seiji; mild hint of Touma/Seiji.
Pyramid Set with level and prompt: L10, prompt "Numbers"
Rating: Perfectly PG.
Disclaimer: I don't own YST/RW or any of the characters. However much I really want to steal Touma.
He had always been good with numbers. To be fair, most things intellectual at least piqued his interest, and he was talented with such things. Numbers, though, were different. They weren't complicated - they were easy to remember, easy to calculate, and he could more or less always count on them to be the way he needed them to be. He liked that stability.
Doing his homework on the couch in the den had become habit since they had been living with Nasuti, leaning against the arm with his notebook balanced precariously on his chemistry textbook, his calculus text open on the cushion in front of him. He would have some mind-numbingly stupid program on the television, but he didn't pay a lot of attention to it. He rather enjoyed playing with the numbers, moving them around until they went in the right order and came out the right way, and they held his attention well enough. He sketched out the work to his answers in the margins, sighing when he had to go back and do the problem over again because he had forgotten what his teacher called the most important part of a math problem - showing how you got the answer.
It wasn't his fault he could do calculus in his head. Honestly.
Touma liked that he could do the problems in his head. It wasn't like physics, where the advanced models prompted even him to jot down lots of complicated notes and processes, or history, where he had to keep notes or risk falling asleep. He remembered the numbers. He could summon them in whatever way he wished, and it was comforting to know that. He remembered all of the equations, all the work his teacher required on paper that he held in his mind.
He got the math work done as quickly as he could when he came in. He took comfort in the numbers, but he didn't dally with them. He wrote his answers toughtfully, but fast, glancing at the clock occasionally. He would sigh impatiently when he reached a particularly problematic equation, leaning his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes while he thought it through.
Every school day, without fail, Seiji would come in two hours after the last bell, take the remote control from the coffee table on which Touma had placed it, and sit down next to him. He would change the channel to something infinitely more interesting than whatever show Touma had on, and ask the blue-haired boy what homework he had gotten through.
Touma always tried to finish his calculus homework before Seiji returned - he could never remember the numbers with him around.
Title: Remembering the Numbers
Author: Trist
Pairing/Character: Touma and Seiji; mild hint of Touma/Seiji.
Pyramid Set with level and prompt: L10, prompt "Numbers"
Rating: Perfectly PG.
Disclaimer: I don't own YST/RW or any of the characters. However much I really want to steal Touma.
He had always been good with numbers. To be fair, most things intellectual at least piqued his interest, and he was talented with such things. Numbers, though, were different. They weren't complicated - they were easy to remember, easy to calculate, and he could more or less always count on them to be the way he needed them to be. He liked that stability.
Doing his homework on the couch in the den had become habit since they had been living with Nasuti, leaning against the arm with his notebook balanced precariously on his chemistry textbook, his calculus text open on the cushion in front of him. He would have some mind-numbingly stupid program on the television, but he didn't pay a lot of attention to it. He rather enjoyed playing with the numbers, moving them around until they went in the right order and came out the right way, and they held his attention well enough. He sketched out the work to his answers in the margins, sighing when he had to go back and do the problem over again because he had forgotten what his teacher called the most important part of a math problem - showing how you got the answer.
It wasn't his fault he could do calculus in his head. Honestly.
Touma liked that he could do the problems in his head. It wasn't like physics, where the advanced models prompted even him to jot down lots of complicated notes and processes, or history, where he had to keep notes or risk falling asleep. He remembered the numbers. He could summon them in whatever way he wished, and it was comforting to know that. He remembered all of the equations, all the work his teacher required on paper that he held in his mind.
He got the math work done as quickly as he could when he came in. He took comfort in the numbers, but he didn't dally with them. He wrote his answers toughtfully, but fast, glancing at the clock occasionally. He would sigh impatiently when he reached a particularly problematic equation, leaning his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes while he thought it through.
Every school day, without fail, Seiji would come in two hours after the last bell, take the remote control from the coffee table on which Touma had placed it, and sit down next to him. He would change the channel to something infinitely more interesting than whatever show Touma had on, and ask the blue-haired boy what homework he had gotten through.
Touma always tried to finish his calculus homework before Seiji returned - he could never remember the numbers with him around.