A/N: LovePsychotheFirst on tumblr asked: I would like a cute VA thing. Something to do with Rin and his friends in cram school. Either taking place after they all find out and are okay with it or before that. Just some friendship fluff! (especially if it involves RENZO okay you can throw me in the OTP trash already…)

"How do you not get this? Did you just not pay attention your entire middle school career?" Bon tapped the problem in front of him. "This is basic geometry!"

Rin groaned and tried to tip back in his chair, but Bon pushed it back down before he could. "Math just doesn't make sense, okay?"

"It's not that bad," Takumi grumbled, scratching out one of the problems longhand. He was sitting on Bon's bed. "It's a bit harder than last year, but it's not that bad."

"Ah, who'd have thought Mr. Delinquent had such a head for math," Shima drawled, sprawled in his chair and not paying any attention to their math homework. He was allowed to lean back on two chair legs, Rin noted, sour.

"And who'd have thought that Mr. Pervert was neither looks nor brains," Takumi muttered right back, circling his answer with a quick motion. He looked up at Shima, deadpan. "At least my grades average out to a high ryō, Mister barely-70%-average."

"I'm not here for the high school, I'm here for the Cram school and because I support Bon all of the way." Shima slammed back down onto all four legs of his chair. "Besides, maybe my strengths lie somewhere that the school doesn't actually test!"

Neko raised an eyebrow as he wrote down notes, a copy of Ise Monogatari in his hand. He propped his chin on the pillow on the top bunk. "Like peeping? Or general perverted knowledge!"

"Exactly!" Shima crowed.

Rin groaned and smacked his forehead against the table. "I'm so stupid," he moaned. "This is so stupid. I'm dumb, why am I even here?"

Bon flicked him in the ear, and Rin jumped because damn that stung.

"What the hell was that for!"

"You're not stupid," Bon said. He was rubbing his chin and looking at Rin the way he usually looked at his bible passages or his sutras or whatever Aria thing they were doing. "Your strengths lie in different areas. You probably learn differently; you're quick on your feet. You have to see it and do it to…Hmmm…"

Rin shifted, tapped his pencil against the paper. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Neko, doesn't the common room have a whiteboard in it?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Rin asked, kicking his feet. Math was stupid and he wasn't going to get it anyways, so why was Bon being so hard on him?

"Yes, it does." Neko nodded, and then snapped his book closed. "It's open now too. If we hurry, we won't be locked out of the room by the system."

"Huh?"

"Do you need all of us to come by?" Takumi asked, scribbling away at the next problem. He looked almost bored.

"Nah, Neko and I are fine," Bon said, picking Rin up, chair and all. "Renzou, would you shove this in his lap for me?"

Rin squawked. "What the hell! Let me go! What are you doing?"

Shima snickered as he dropped Rin's homework onto his legs. "Oh man, you're really in for it. They're going to grill you."

"Quiet, Rin-kun." Neko said, far too cheery for a nice guy like himself. He moved around Bon and opened the door, then let them pass through first. "You'll be fine, and we need to get to the study room without making a nuisance of ourselves."

"You're cruel bastards," Rin hissed, despite not knowing what was in store. "First you try to cram information into my head, and now you're going to grill me? Wow. Wow."

"You'll live," Bon whispered. "Maybe you'll even enjoy it."

They entered the Study Room and shut the door behind them—at least, Neko did. Bon sat Rin's chair down in front of the whiteboard and uncapped a marker.

It popped off, and Rin imagined that Bon had ripped the head off some tiny, unfortunate demon. He gulped.

Neko did the same and smiled a very unsettlingly Yukio smile. "Let's start then!"

He did not scream, but Rin very much wanted to.

Two hours later, exhausted, Rin stumbled into the room he shared with Takumi, Shima, and his stupid four-eyed mole-brother. The first two were exchanging quiet insults, and Rin sagged against his bed. He didn't even want to bother changing.

"I see you survived then," Shima drawled. "Good for you. How'd it go?"

Rin moaned. All he could think of was in math terms and equations and proofs. Proofs. Rin shuddered and pushed his face into his pillow.

Shima laughed and said something that Rin didn't care to expend the effort in deciphering. As he lay there, mind whirling with math, math, and more math, he had to admit that though it was draining, Neko and Bon had somehow taught him more academically than any of his teachers ever had.