The room was quiet—except for the occasional groan from Gon and the soft rustle of papers as you flipped through the workbook again.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, pencil in hand, trying your best to explain fractions for the third time. Gon was sprawled beside you, his face buried in his arms, hair slightly tousled from all the frustrated head-scratching.

Math was his nemesis.

Not a Chimera Ant. Not a deadly Nen user.

Just numbers.

“I think I understand something,” he mumbled, lifting his head just enough to squint at the page. “But I still find it difficult… I feel like my head could explode at any moment.”

He rubbed his temples dramatically, eyes squeezed shut like he was bracing for impact.

You couldn’t help but smile.

Killua had tried to help once. It lasted five minutes before he stormed off muttering something about Gon being “hopeless with decimals.” So now it was your turn. And you were determined.

“Okay,” you said gently, pointing to the problem again. “Let’s try it like this. Imagine you caught twelve fish, and you want to share them equally with three people…”

Gon blinked.

“Do I get to keep the biggest one?”

You laughed. “Sure. But only if you solve the problem.”

He groaned again, flopping onto his back like a defeated warrior.

This was going to take more than a while.

But you didn’t mind.

Because even if Gon’s brain overheated every time he saw a percentage sign, he was trying. And you were here. And somehow, that made the numbers feel a little less scary.