Smarty Pants

Sometimes having a genius for a boyfriend comes in handy.

Hitsugaya stared at the computer monitor with mild boredom, randomly playing a 100 x 100 version of Minesweeper on your computer. He yawned as he detected and marked each hidden mine with impressive speed and skill. ‘This is too easy,’ he mulled. ‘Wonder why (y/n) struggles so much in this game.’ (I’m completely clueless when it comes to Minesweeper.)

“Argh! Stupid homework!”

Startled by the explosion in this otherwise quiet day, Hitsugaya decided to get up and see what all the hubbub was about. Abandoning his game, he headed to the kitchen, where you sat at the table with a sour look on your face. You were glaring darkly at the textbook innocently laid open before you. The eraser end of your pencil was dangling from your lips.

“What are you yelling about?” Hitsugaya asked out of curiosity.

You spit out your pencil and gritted your teeth in a low growl. “It’s these stupid geometric proofs.”

“Proofs?”

You let out a frustrated cry and slammed your hand on the book. “How the HELL do I prove that triangle ABC is not isosceles if all they give me is the fact that angle BAC is 35 degrees and angle ABC is 30 degrees?! This is effin’ bull!” You shot to your feet and stomped to the sink to get a drink. “Every time I try to explain one of these stupid problems, I get a migraine from thinking too much. It’s so freakin’ annoying!”

As you ranted, Hitsugaya sat in your abandoned chair and studied the problem. Rolling his eyes, he picked up your pencil, and then he put it back down with slight disgust at the chewed eraser. He then got another pencil out of your bag and calmly began to work out the problem.

“Why the hell should I learn this stuff anyway?” you continued to ramble. “I mean, would the world come to an end if I didn’t know how to prove that a triangle was isosceles? I think it’d survive!”

“Done,” Hitsugaya cut in, putting the pencil down.

You stopped in mid-rant and stared at him. “What you talking ‘bout, Whitey?”

“It’s easy when you figure it out properly,” he explained. “If triangle ABC is isosceles, than the bottom angles would be the same. And since every triangle adds up to 180 degrees, than 30 + 35 + 35 should equal 180 degrees for it to be a proper triangle. But instead, it equals 100 degrees, which means that it can’t be isosceles.”

You stared at him, and then studied the problem. “So that’s how you do it,” you muttered.

Hitsugaya got up and scoffed. “I don’t get what’s so complicated about it. If you just took the time to evaluate the problem, it should be able to co--!”

Before he could finish his sentence, you planted your lips on his and proceeded to give him a big, long kiss. When you separated, you said with a big grin, “Thanks for the help, Toshiro! I’m so lucky to have such a genius as my boyfriend!” Then you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and sent him back to the computer room.

Slightly stunned from the sudden show of affection, Hitsugaya merely stood there in the middle of the room thinking. Then he heard another cry from the kitchen.

“Damn chemistry!!”

With a hidden smirk on his lips, he headed back to the kitchen to help you yet again…and hopefully get another reward for his genius.

End