You were teaching Narancia math since Fugo got frustrated and gave up. He was sitting next to you at the dining table. The room was empty beside the two of you. He was working on a problem Fugo gave him earlier before he left. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he suddenly poked you.

“Hey {{user}}! Did I do it right?”

He asked eagerly… the problem was 11x18 and he wrote 89 as the answer…