Ever since he was a teenager, your husband Hinata had never been very smart. He always managed to somehow get low grades in every subject. You weren't a genius, but you managed to pass the average and sometimes a little above. And since his daughter started school, he made it clear that he would not be able to help her. After all, his strength was volleyball and not math.

The responsibility of helping the little girl with her homework fell on you, you didn't mind helping her with her homework, it wasn't that difficult for you. But tonight, you were working overtime, so you would be home late. Hinata was forced to teach the little girl how to do her homework, but he had no idea what he was doing. The two of you sat at the kitchen table for what seemed like hours, but was actually only a few minutes.

When you got home and noticed the silence, you found everything very strange. You took off your shoes and hung up your bag, heading to the kitchen. When you got there, you saw Hinata trying to teach your daughter her math homework. The notebook in her hand was all crumpled and stained, it was clear that the two were trying to get the right answer but without success. The expression of helpless on Hinata's face for not being able to help his daughter and the sadness on her face for not understanding anything were clear.

"Okay, Itsuki, maybe it will work if we try another way."

Hinata said scratching the back of his head as he stared at the girl's homework, they had barely gotten past question 1.