[[Desperation]] - Closed for Daiki
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Jaâfar was bored. No. Bored wasnât nearly descriptive enough.
As a child, Jaâfar had never been taught to read or write. He hadnât known his numbers or colours. He had been raised in violence; his only lessons being the fastest ways to kill a man, how not to be seen, how to exist in a life merely to end that of others. The moment his late adopted mother had taught him the basics of education; he had been hooked. A child reformed, Jaâfar had become existent only for work. With more coffee than blood in his veins he had spent his life working. A willing slave to his country and king the adviser rarely took break, rarely slept.
Trades, taxes, imports, exports, treaties, refugees, agriculture reports, shipping policies. Everything and anything that it took to run a country Jaâfar handled. Dotting the iâs and crossing the tâs of every scroll that made itâs way across his Kingâs desk  he had single-handedly run Sindria like a well oiled machine of sleepless nights and he did all of it with a smile on his face. âŚ. At least he did as long as Sinbad kept his ass in his throne and a pen in his hand.
But here. Here there was nothing. The paperwork needed for Sinbadâs fishing company took less than an hour to complete a day. He was going crazy without something to keep him stimulated and occupied. The man was almost on the verge of begging anyone who passed by to let him file their taxes for them. Running on nothing but forced housework to fill his time the man was slowly going crazy and needed something, anything to occupy his brain; preferably with math.
In a petulant display that hadnât surfaced since his childhood as a crass mouthed gutter child he threw the newspaper heâd been combing to the ground in what looked like the edge of a tantrum; not caring he was sitting in the middle of a public park
Turning his frustrated attention to the other bench beside his, his gaze quickly fell on not only the stranger sitting there, but to the University textbooks spread across his lap.
âAt the risk of being completely out of line, you wouldnât happen to need any helpâŚ. Would you?âÂ
âSomeoneâs having a bad day.â Daiki thinks upon catching sight of the stranger nearby throwing the newspaper down to the ground like a child. The blond opts not to get involved though given the fact that almost everyone in either Hinamori or Yubari is an extremely weird individual. He redirects his attention back to the book he has in his hands, skimming through the lesson regarding the formula for Fundamental Theorem.
He doesnât normally sit and study outside at the park but his little brother has proven to be quite a distraction at home, always clinging to him and insisiting him to watch this particular cartoon with him. Daiki had done all he could do from explaining that he needs to get some homework done first to shoving and locking the boy out of his room. Unfortunately, Daichi had gotten a hold of the master key and was persistent in following Daiki around Yubari so there really was no escaping the 10-year-old boy other than taking a quick ride to Hinamori instead.
âThe function of lower limitâŚâ His words trace the text along with his eyes until an unfamiliar voice cuts through his concentration. Daiki glances over to the side to see the very same guy who threw the newspaper mere seconds ago now fixating his attention on him. The student blinks for a second or two, not entirely sure what to say or if he even heard him right. The guy looks like heâs almost at the brink of his patience for some reason. Yeah, the people here sure are weird.
The blond looks down at his textbook then at the activity sheet that he is supposed to be answering right now if it isnât for the constant distractions life is providing him.
âAre you good at Math?â He decides to humor the guy, looking back at him. âCalculus, to be exact? Because if you want, you can do my homework for me.â
