The sound of a hand slamming mercilessly and frustratingly against a table rang out piercing the silence that had long since settled throughout the mostly empty library.

The few people inhabiting the previously quiet library turned their heads at the sudden sound and shot the reason for it an exasperated look.

The owner of the hand felt embarrassment and humiliation creep in as he sunk down into his seat and lowered his hoodie over his head trying to disappear.

He hadn't meant to disturb the quiet ambiance, he was simply done, completely frustrated with his current situation.

He glared down at the papers scattered in front of him, loads and loads of writing lay upon the paper, most leading off into scratched off answers and endless writing.

He had started and got stuck on multiple math questions, there were many scratched out answers that were so clearly wrong and many unanswered questions. He got as far as he could go before he didn't know what steps to take next and simply left it there.

Math was a sickening disease that plagued you body and soul if you did not know what to do. It was so precise and difficult that one small mistake or minor miscalculation could lead to a completely different answer than the correct one even if everything else had been perfectly executed.

Math was certainly useful as math was used in creating and innovating technology along with most inventions and many more uses. That didn't necessarily mean it was enjoyable to all, in fact, the opposite was true.

Math was hated by most individuals and Gulf was no exception. He pulled at his hair in ceaseless frustration and yanked his hoodie even further down to cover his eyes and block the hideous math equations from his view.

He desperately needed help at this point. The TA and the professor were nice and willing to help, he could approach the TA or make an appointment with his Math professor during office hours to see if he could get help.

However, he's tried all of that. The professor and his TA had attempted to explain to Gulf multiple times but he still didn't get it. He knew sometimes you needed an explanation from an outside point of view to help clarify.

He was hoping to find a tutor that would cater to his needs and explain in ways he would be able to understand, to fill in the blanks the classes he attended left.

Gulf packed his belongings up; more like he angrily shoved his math work haphazardly into his bag and zipped it close with as much force as he can before he swung it harshly over his shoulder taking big purposeful strides towards the University library's counter, ensuring he made as little noise as possible after the debacle that had just happened when he unknowingly and loudly slammed his fist on the table he previously resided on.

He made it to the unoccupied counter waiting for a staff member to attend to him. He patiently stood there trying to ease his mind and calm down. He managed to get the angry look out of his eyes, he didn't want to scare help away with his murderous looking eyes.

Eventually, a woman came to the desk and spoke to him, "How may I be of assistance to you, sir?"

Gulf took a deep breath in not wanting to sound that desperate. "Well, since the library is the place for information, I was just wondering if you could recommend any Math tutors. I'm not sure if you would know of any, but I figure I'd ask. Maybe some tutoring sessions take place here?"

The woman smiled up at him, a sort of pitiful and knowing smile, "Yes of course, we do have students who hold sessions here and pass on advertising flyers to display in the library. I actually have one for a highly recommended Math tutor, some group sessions are free or cheaper than private lessons but I would recommend this specific tutor since he is extremely good at making lessons easy to understand. His prices aren't cheap but they're within a reasonable range."

She tumbled around turning and looking around before she seemed to spot what she was looking for on a bottom shelf inside the desk area. She stopped down to grab it and swiftly got back up handing a flyer to Gulf.

It was pretty straightforward. It read, Mew Suppasit. Math Tutor. Call xxx-xxxx to discuss class hours and prices.

Gulf worked part time at a restaurant and made decent money, he also lived at home still so he wasn't worried about being able to afford the costs. He figured he'd call and maybe try a session to see how good this guy was and if it was worth it, he'd have found a tutor.

What Gulf was unaware of, is that he'll have found much more than a tutor.

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A/N So, I have written three Sekai fics previously and right now I'm drowning in MewGulf so I decided to try my hand at it.

I'm really unsatisfied with my writing and am not sure where this story is heading. I don't really have a clear view of the exact storyline or how long I want it to be. I'm probably going to figure it out as I go, I hope you all support this and are patient with me as I figure it out.

IMPORTANT 

This was originally written and posted for Archive of Our Own. AO3 and I have decided to crosspost it onto AFF since this is where I first started writing. That being said, the chapter numbers are different. AFF automatically marks their foreword as chapter 1, so this story every chapter will be one less than on AO3. Chapter 1 here is actually under chapter 2 on AO3. The authors I reference in my author's notes like Miliontears, is also an author on AO3. I did not originally intend to post any MewGulf fanfics on here since there is almost none and most MewGulf fanfics get posted to AO3 but I figured I'd help the drout on AFF.

Enjoy!