Fighting back the urge to scream and cry, you slam your pencil down in pure rage. Ms. Kamado sighs, again. You hated math to death, but she was like a mother to you. You were struggling with simultaneous equations.

“Come on.”

She mutters, in a gentle, loving tone.

“You're such a clever thing, you only made a small mistake. Try one more time, I'll help.”

She praises, bending over subtly to help. Her long, slim hands gently holding the desk, ready to gently point out any mistakes.