Date: Wed, 07 Dec 2022 02:29:55 +0000
From: Enzo Matrice <enzomatrice@protonmail.com>
Subject: math-tutor-3

Math Tutor 03
by EnzoMatrix [enzomatrice@protonmail(dot)com]
(boy/teen first time)

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Enzo was very excited about his first tutoring session with Dylan. Dylan,
he thinks. He sits on the couch anxiously awaiting a knock on the door,
ready to jump and answer. He looks at the clock, then at the door, then at
the clock.

His sister enters, "hey Enzo, can you..."

"Busy..." Enzo blurts out.

His sister giggles, "looks like you're just staring at the door. I assure
you Narnia is not on the other side..."

"Shush...go away." He looks back at the clock, then the door.

She shakes her head, "oh yeah, D y l a n is coming." Drawing out his name.

"Just go, he will be here soon...shoosh." He waves her away with his hand,
still staring at the door.

"Jeesh, alright...you're such a spazz." Claire says as she leaves the room.


He thinks, when is he gonna...  *KNOCK*KNOCK* Enzo jumps up and runs loudly
for the door. He grabs the doorknob, then takes a deep breath to calm
down. He opens the door and there is Dylan. Dylan, he thinks.  Trying to
sound cool, "Oh, hi Dylan. Is it our first lesson already?"

Dylan can tell by his demeanor and of course the telltale sound of the
pattering of boy feet from the other side of the door, that Enzo was
waiting excitedly.

"Oh, hello there fine sir." He offers his hand.

Enzo's expression is quizzical, "huh?"

Dylan smiles, "A handshake fine sir, a greeting, a kind gesture."

Enzo shyly offers his hand. When Dylan goes to shake it, Enzo feels a
charge, like a kind of electricity transferring between them. He feels
something deep in his nether regions wake up. Weird, he thinks.

Enzo blushes and nervously shakes Dylan's hand.

Dylan adds, "and will the fine sir be inviting me in?"

Enzo giggles and smiles, "you're weird."

Dylan, "now, there's that smile I was waiting for." Enzo playfully pulls
him into the house and closes the door.

Enzo's mom enters the room. "Oh, hi Dylan. Enzo was sure excited for you to
get here."

"Moooooom..." Enzo whines.

Dylan chuckles, "Oh, I would never have guessed." Enzo's mom gives him a
wink.

"Let's go to my room." Enzo says to Dylan, giving his mom a nasty look.

His mom stops him, "Enzo, what do we do for our guests?"

Enzo sighs, "Sorry...Dylan would you like something to drink?"

"Good boy." His mom says.

"Mom, you're embarrassing me." Enzo says nervously.

Dylan chuckles, "I would love a glass of water, thank you for offering
Enzo."

"Dylan, you are a very polite young man. Hopefully little Enzo learns that
as well." Enzo's mom says as she smiles at Enzo.

Enzo blushes, "OK we get it." Then giggles. "You can go to my room Dylan. I
will get us some water."

Dylan smiles and walks to Enzo's room.


Enzo whispers to his mom, "please don't embarrass me in front of Dylan. I
am not a little boy anymore."

His mom answers, "Enzo, you will always be my little boy even when we are
both old and gray..."

"Ewe, mom, jeez..." Enzo says, turning away and getting some glasses of
water.


Enzo returns to his room; Dylan has already started preparing. He turns to
Enzo, "you ready to learn science?"

Enzo says, "you mean math, right?"

Dylan starts to shuffle things, "math, who wants to learn math? There's no
math in these."

Enzo giggles, "you're so weird." Then smiles.

"You know if you just keep that cute smile of yours on, I wouldn't have to
work so hard to make you show it." Enzo sits, then gives him a little side
bump.


"Alright, so let's start. Now don't get all freaked out Enzo, but I want to
just see where you are at. This is not like school with those crazy tests
and made-up grades. I am just checking your knowledge, OK?" Enzo nods.

"OK, 50 questions 5 minutes, start now!" he slaps a piece of paper
down. Enzo's eyes open wide, looking at the paper and then at Dylan. "4
minutes," Dylan says. Enzo starts to read the instructions, which simply
read: This is not a test, put down your pencil.

He puts down the pencil, then looks at Dylan, who is smiling, "Hey!"

Dylan says, "you are one of the only people I have ever done that to who
has passed. You would not believe how many people try to answer those 50
questions without even reading the instructions."

Enzo quizzically says, "really?"

Dylan responds, "really. They just rush in without starting at the
beginning."

Enzo says, "wow!"

Dylan says, "so first lesson, read the instructions. Sometimes the answer
is right there." He whispers, "and teachers are sometimes just lazy." They
both giggle.


Dylan begins the lessons, "OK, so I do need to figure out your level of
math though. It is not a test, but these 50 questions will give me a good
idea of where you are and what we need to focus on. Just try your best to
answer, but don't worry if you can't figure it out. Just go to the next
one, OK?" Enzo nods.

"Take your time Enzo and don't rush, it is not timed. And just in case..."
Dylan takes the pencil and scratches out the instructions. He smiles at
Enzo, "...you may try to get all tricky on me." Enzo giggles.

Dylan hands Enzo the pencil. When Enzo takes it, like last time he feels
that electricity and a weird feeling in his loins. He looks at Dylan and
smiles. Then starts to answer the questions.

After a few minutes, Dylan checks on Enzo, "how's it going so far?"

Enzo looks a little flustered, "it's really hard. I think I only got one so
far."

Dylan says, "show me which one you got."

Enzo points to the question, "I think this one is 8?"

Dylan says, "let's check your work. OK, this and this and carry the...yup
that checks out. You are correct, it's 8. Remember what we talked about?
The patterns Enzo?"

Enzo nods.

"Look at the questions before it again. Tell me if you see anything, any
patterns." Dylan says.

Enzo looks at Dylan, then at the paper, "Is this one?" Enzo starts writing,
"this is basically the same equation, just these two switched. So, it would
be 5, right?"

Dylan says, "you got it buddy."

Enzo is looking at the paper, "and these two are also just reversed..." He
starts writing, "so 3!"

Enzo looks at Dylan, "hey, is this another one of your tricks?"

Dylan chuckles, "nope, just math my friend. Magic is all about math, but
math is not magic. Just remember to look for the patterns. And no, not all
these have the same pattern but you found at least 3. And even though you
missed the first two, they were revealed once you figured the pattern of
the third."


Enzo says, "so why is it so hard? I'm such an idiot!" Enzo starts to tear
up.

Dylan says, "hey, hey it's OK." He puts his arm around him. "That's why I'm
here."

Dylan rubs his back, "you are really smart Enzo, we just need to figure out
the right way to help you."

Enzo turns to Dylan, hugs him, and starts to cry, "it's OK, let it out. I
know, it's frustrating. But we're gonna figure it out together."

After Enzo sheds a few tears, still holding Dylan and unable to show his
face, "now you probably think I am an idiot and a crybaby."

Dylan gently pushes Enzo back and lifts his chin, "you are neither of those
Enzo, you're just frustrated. I was too you know?"

Enzo sniffles, then rubs his eyes and says, "really?"

Dylan responds, "Yup. I come off as this math genius, but underneath...I
have a reading disability, called dyslexia."

Enzo asks, "what's that?"

Dylan says, "Words are just a jumble of letters. Sound familiar?"

Enzo says, "you mean like math for me..." He thinks, "So am I, yaknow,
dis...whatever you called it?"

Dylan chuckles, "yeah, it's a tough one. It's called dyslexia and I am
dyslexic. And no, you are probably not dyslexic. It's called something
different with numbers. It's called Dyscalculia. But don't worry about that
we are gonna figure it out together, OK?"

Enzo says, "Thanks Dylan, you're the best!" he hugs him again.

Dylan says, "yeah, yeah, I know I am the best." Enzo releases him and
smiles.

Dylan chuckles, "get a drink of water, we don't want you dehydrating." Enzo
knows he is joking about the tears, and he side-bumps him again.


Dylan reaches down and grabs a notebook. When he opens it up, there is an
anime pencil drawing.

"What's that Dylan?" Enzo points.

"Oh, that's Totsuka Saika, my favorite anime character from Oregairu."
Dylan replies.

"Did you draw that?" Enzo asks.

"Me? Draw that? I wish! My friend draws fan fiction and made that during a
boring math class." Dylan chuckles. "Anyway, let's get to it."

Enzo stares at the drawing, it's really cute. He can see why Dylan likes
her.


Dylan starts the lesson by going over some math equations, explaining more
patterns, and talking about what he will be doing during his study time
alone. "So, remember, you really need to study this, so we can discuss it
when I return. You better not slack or I'll..." Dylan looks around, he says
under his breath "Pikachu" he shakes his fist at the poster, "Pikachu will
be a goner!"

Enzo giggles, "leave Pikachu alone you bully!"

Dylan says, "he's the bully, he started it." Acting like a little kid.

Enzo starts laughing, "you are so weird." And side-bumps him. "I promise to
study, for Pikachu."

Dylan says, "I promise too. I will look into Dyscalculia and see what I can
find. We are in this together, right?" He offers his fist and they fist
bump.


As Enzo walks Dylan to the door, they see his mom on the couch. "Hey boys,
how did it go today?"

"Dylan says I have a dic impediment or...whatever." Enzo says.

His mom looks up shocked, "A what?"

Dylan chuckles, "he meant to say Dyscalculia, it is a learning disability,
like dyslexia but for numbers."

She says, "Oh thank God it wasn't what he said, I might have to find
another tutor or a doctor!"

Dylan and Enzo's mom start to laugh, Enzo says, "why, what's so funny?"

Enzo's mom says, "never mind Enzo...seriously Dylan, what can we do about
it."

Dylan says, "I'm sure there are test, like the ones I took for dyslexia. I
will do some research and get back to you."

Enzo's mom says, "Oh, are you dyslexic Dylan?"

Dylan says, "yup, I guess my word skills all fell into my math
bucket. Maybe Enzo's math skills got dumped in his word bucket."

Enzo's mom says, "nope, must be a different bucket, he got a C in reading
and writing."

"Mooooom!" Enzo whines.

Enzo's mom and Dylan laugh.

Dylan says to Enzo, "OK gotta run, see you in a couple days. Remember, no
slacking!"

Enzo runs up to Dylan and gives him a tight hug, "Thanks Dylan, and sorry
about..."

Dylan stops him, "It's OK Enzo, in it together, right?"

Enzo nods, "in it together."

After Dylan leaves, Enzo's mom asks, "what was that about?"

"Nothing, just Dylan is gonna help with my disease." Enzo says.

His mom chuckles, "it's a learning disability Enzo, not a disease." She
shakes her head.


Enzo heads back to his room. As he is about to enter, he hears his
sister. "Hey Enzo, can you come in here."

Enzo very chipper says, "Hey sis, what's up?"

"He's cute," she says all girly-like.

Enzo questions her, "what? Who's cute?"

"That Dylan, he is cute." Again, in a girly tone.

Enzo gets defensive, "hey, you leave him alone! He's MY tutor!"

Claire giggles, "not if he picks me first."

Enzo whines, "he is mine! Stay away!"

Claire teases, "like smoochie-smoochie yours?"

Enzo yells, "stop that...stop teasing me!"

Claire laughs, "shhh, mom will hear. I'm just kidding. Did you learn
anything?"

Enzo goes into `Enzo-mode' "he is so cool, he taught me all kindsa math,
and equations, and he gave me a funny test, and he is so cool, and he says
I have a learning disability, and he has one too, so he will help me and he
likes anime and Totsuka Saika and..."

Claire interrupts, "Wait, did you say Totsuka Saika? As in Saika from
Oregairu?"

Enzo says, "yeah, she is really pretty and has a drawing in his
notebook. Why?"

Claire says, "he is really pretty."

Enzo says, "I know you think Dylan's cute, but he has a picture of her and
she is pretty."

Claire giggles, "do you even know who Saika is?"

Enzo says, "yeah, that's what I am telling you, it is his favorite anime
character, she is pretty."

Claire shakes her head, "Enzo, come here."

Claire opens YouTube and searches for Saika. She finds a clip.

Enzo says, "yeah, that's her, she is so pretty."

Claire, says "just watch..."

[clip from subtitles: ...I'm Totsuka Saika from your class...I'm a boy...]

Enzo says, "wait, what? Play that again!"

They watch it 3 times. Enzo is in disbelief.

Claire says, "see, Saika is a boy that dresses like a girl. A femboy."

Enzo is still in disbelief, "but...how...but..."

Claire giggles, "I guess maybe you can get smoochie-smoochie with Dylan if
he likes femboys."

Enzo says, "shut up, don't say that about Dylan."


Enzo storms out of his sister's room and into his own and closes the
door. Enzo feels weird butterflies in his stomach and his thingy is feeling
tingly.  Does...could...is Dylan into femboys?