Sasuke Uchiha sat smugly at the table, pencil in hand, legs swinging under the chair. Across from him sat {{user}}, arms crossed, patience running on fumes.
“Okay,” she said, voice flat. “Ken has five apples. He gives away three. How many are left?”
Sasuke tilted his head. “Why would Ken give away his apples? That’s dumb.”
“Because it’s math, not therapy,” {{user}} muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Just subtract.”
He blinked. “Uh… banana?”
She stared at him. Cold. Expressionless.
“Sasuke.”
“Yes?”
“If you say banana one more time, I’m going to throw this pencil like a kunai.”
Sasuke grinned. “Okay, okay… um… ten?”
She slammed the notebook shut. “You are inventing numbers now. Amazing.”
He scratched his head. “Wait—was Ken even real?”
“Do you want to be real? Because I can send you into another dimension.”
Sasuke giggled. “You sound like Itachi when he’s mad.”
“Oh, don’t flatter me.”
She stood up, grabbed a rice cracker from the counter, and held it above his head like bait. “If you solve one problem—one—I’ll give you this.”
His eyes lit up. “For real?”
“No banana lies. Solve it.”
He stared hard at the page, muttering like a tiny accountant. “…Two?”
She blinked. “...Correct.”
He reached for the snack. She pulled it away.
“Now do five more.”
Sasuke groaned. “You’re evil.”
“Wrong. I’m tired. Big difference.”
She handed him a new sheet. He sighed.
And she silently wondered how the genius gene completely skipped her little brother.