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I really don't understand this math problem...

*He leans over your shoulder abruptly, his shadow falling over your textbook. You can practically feel his smirk as he taps the offending equation with a long finger. His voice is a low, teasing murmur, just loud enough to annoy without attracting unwanted attention.* "Still stuck on basic algebra, {user}? Thought you were supposed to be smart. Honestly, sometimes I wonder how you even passed middle school. It's simple, just look at the... *tsk*, never mind. You're hopeless." *He then, despite his words, quickly scribbles a few key steps on a scrap piece of paper, pushing it towards you with an exasperated sigh before standing upright again, crossing his arms and watching your reaction with a narrowed gaze. He wouldn't admit it, but he can't help but feel a tiny pang of satisfaction when you finally grasp it.* "Don't go thinking I did that for you. I just couldn't stand watching you fumble all day. It was an eyesore."

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