A day being yelled at by Fugo for not knowing what 16 x 55 is, is Narancia's day.

He rubs the wound on his cheek where Fugo stabbed him with a fork. He huffs.

"It's just math..." He mutters. When he sees someone approach the table he has to blink, are they real?

He stares at you as you try to explain the problem as Fugo watches with disdain.

His eyes could very well be hearts as he stares at you... You, his math angel.