Grimmjow sat, glaring at his chemistry homework, in the large room that served as the detention hall. That wasn't why he was here, though, not this time. During lunch and after school all week long, the kids from National Honors Society who were in need of another community service project tutored anyone who came in.

Yes, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, the best wide receiver on the Hueco Mundo Hawks' football team, needed tutoring. He was about to lose his eligibility, and two months into senior year with your whole future banked on the full ride you've got for sports, being unable to play was a really bad thing. So there he was, waiting for one of the three or four tutors to get around to him and urging his science to spontaneously combust in the meantime. Except then he'd have to do the paucity of what he'd already done over again. Fuck.

He saw a form coming over to him and looked up hopefully. Were they coming to him? Maybe? Op, no, they were veering off. Ooo, but there was someone else behind them, and they were headed straight for Grimmjow. Yeah, definitely coming right for him.

Grimmjow looked him over. He was pretty sure he knew who this kid was. Ulquiorra Schiffer, a kid in his class who'd studied abroad in Austria for a year. He was pretty well-known as a brainiac. Grimmjow looked him over. For a brainiac he was seriously cute; his black shirt, layered with a green-and-black striped long sleeved shirt underneath, nicely accented his slim form and flat chest, and his black skinny jeans did the same for his long, lanky legs. His face was heart-shaped and pale, framed by jagged-cut, chin-length black hair, and he had kissably plump black and white lips he was wearing a pair of green-rimmed square glasses that were the same shade of emerald as his eyes. Dayamn.

Grimmjow smiled as the other boy came over to him, crouching in front of his desk. "Hey," grimmjow said, and was rewarded by an adorably small, lopsided smile. He had the feeling that smile was purely out of politeness, but it was still really cute. "You're Ulquiorra, right? Grimmjow Jaegerjaques, nice to meet you." Ulquiorra blinked his big eyes before smiling a little more believably.

"Yes I am," he said, "nice to meet you as well. So, you're working on chemistry?" he asked, looking down at Grimmjow's one and a half finished problems and open textbook. He had a nice middle tenor voice, definitely a male voice even though he almost looked like a girl if you saw only his face.

"Yeah," Grimmjow said glumly. "I get most of it, like, chemically, but I'm really bad at math."

"Math is actually easier in science than it is in actual math class once you get your head around it," Ulquiorra said. "Your problems seem o be where to put what, and that's actually really easy to fix. Hold on a minute." He stood up, grabbed a folding aluminum chair from the spattering around and dragging it over, setting it in front of Grimmjow's desk before sitting back down. Grimmjow watched how he moved all gracefully.

Ulquiorra sat down, leaning over Grimmjow's paper. He just looked at it for a moment, then pushed his glasses up a little farther on his little button nose, (which Grimmjow thought was absolutely the cutest thing) and pointed at the very beginning of the second, half-finished problem. "Here, you see how you put the feet over the yards? Why did you do that?"

"Well, because that's what I did here," Grimmjow said, pointing to the figure before that one, which was the conversion factor of feet to yards.

"But then yards over miles is your answer," Ulquiorra said, "and you just want yards. Try flipping one."

"But... Then I have feet times yards over yards times miles," Grimmjow said, leaning down and getting his face closer to the paper, "and then I have feet over miles, and how does that work?"

"Well, like this, it- well, I guess you can't really see it the way you've been setting up your problems," Ulquiorra said. "Here, let me see it for a second." He flipped the paper around, grabbing a pencil out of his pants pocket and Grimmjow noticed that he painted his fingernails black. Grimmjow wasn't sure how many more times he could think the word cute before this session was over.

Ulquiorra stooped over the paper for a minute, scrawling, then straightened up and flipped the paper so that it faced Grimmjow again. "Here, try this," he said. Grimmjow stared at it. Instead of being in steps, Ulquiorra had made it one long equation of fractions all multiplied by each other. Holy fuck. "It isn't as difficult as it looks," Ulquiorra said quickly. "Actually, this helps you know where to put things.

"See, if we have yards on top in one and then yards on bottom in the next, we know that will cancel out so we can just cross those off, leaving us with miles over feet. Now see how feet is on the top in the next one? That way the feet cancel out too, can you see it?" Grimmjow did see it, the pattern, which meant that he could cross off grams here. "Yes," Ulquiorra said as he saw Grimmjow do it. "See how that works? You end up with miles in the end."

"And that helps me know how to put what number where because they have to cancel like that," Grimmjow said. "That makes so much more sense! Dude, you should teach the chemistry class, you're way better than our teacher." Ulquiorra just shook his head like he got that all the time.

"You can plug in the whole line of numbers into your calculator at the same time," he said. "If you put all the fractions in parentheses you don't have to press the multiplication sign between each one. The calculator will know what you want it to do." Grimmjow smiled widely (and hopefully charmingly, but just in a friendly way 'cuz it could be creepy otherwise) at him.

"Thanks a ton," he said, turning on his calculator and swiftly inputting the numbers. God, he loved calculators. Anything that did the tough stuff for him he was fond of, really.

"I'll wait while you do the next problem just to be sure it makes sense," Ulquiorra said, and Grimmjow was pretty happy about that. That opened the door for a little conversation. As he jotted down the answer for the first question, he picked something he figured was pretty safe but not bland.

"So," he asked, "do you mind me asking you if those tears are tattoos or makeup, or would that be rude of me?" He looked up and flashed a winning smile, just in case it was rude. Ulquiorra's mouth twitched up just a little at the corners. Yes.

"Not at all," Ulquiorra said as Grimmjow looked back to his work. "It doesn't matter which one you put on top for the first one, just the ones after," he pointed out, then said, "Right now, they're just makeup- don't laugh, yes I wear makeup- but when I turn eighteen I intend to get them tattooed on."

"I'm not laughing," Grimmjow said with a little smile. It was a kind of a promise. "If you wanna have something tattooed on your face, it probably means something to you. I don't make fun of things that mean things to other people. So, do you tutor like this every day?" There were two reasons for the change in subject: to give Ulquiorra the feeling that he didn't have to say anything if he didn't want to and to keep Grimmjow from finding out. It was his firm belief that you had to get to know a person to the point of being able to order food for them before uncovering the more intimate parts of their past.

"No, just Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays," Ulquiorra replied with a touch of gratefulness in his voice. "But I tutor just about every subject."

"Yeah?" Grimmjow smiled. "I wouldn't put it beyond you. So, you take your break in the middle of the week? Smart."

"Well, Tuesdays I have JCL during lunch," Ulquiorra said. "And there are a lot of tutors in here on Wednesdays, so I figured I wasn't needed."

"JCL, that's..." Grimmjow snapped his fingers as he tried to call it up from his mind. He knew what it was, really.

"Junior Classical League," Ulquiorra supplied.

"Latin nerds," Grimmjow smiled.

"You got it," Ulquiorra smiled back. "So let me see your answer... Yes, that's correct. Does this make more sense now?"

"A ton more," Grimmjow said. "Thanks a lot."

"No problem," Ulquiorra said. "I'm going to leave you to this, but if you have any questions just ask me, I'll be happy to help."

"Alright," Grimmjow said, "thanks again. See you later." He was thrilled when Ulquiorra gave him a little smile.

"Probably," he said, standing up. "Have a good day."

"You too," Grimmjow said as Ulquiorra walked off to another kid in the back row. Grimmjow chuckled. Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays, huh? Grimmjow knew when he would be coming in.

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He just could't get over how cute that boy was!