(OPEN) the sum of all problems

[Tino Väinämöinen]

Wrinkling his brow as he stared at the chalkboard in front of him Tino’s eyes narrowed as he tried to work out the problems on the board. Math had never been Tino's strong point, even as a country he left anything remotely mathematical for his boss to figure out. Something the small blond was now regretting. As the teacher chattered on explaining the problems he scribbled down the formula and sums until the whole page was covered in messy workings out. His hand itched sorely from all of the writing so he let it rest a moment bringing his violet gaze back to the confusing equations. Even with all the formula and workings out he still found it hard! He and mathematics just weren’t meant to be. Finally the school bell that signalled lunch time rang through the hallways and classrooms. Thank goodness, Tino didn’t think he could last much longer he’d barely managed to bluff his way through that lesson. His lips fell into a sad pout as he imagined what it’d be like in all the other evil maths lessons that were yet to come.

He pushed open the door of the cafeteria; it was still early so most of the students weren’t here yet, which was great. The lunch time rush never failed to take the young finish boy by surprise; he remembered his first day at the academy after waking up in the mall. He hadn’t know what to do having never been to a real school before it had been way to confusing and he’d resorted to waiting until right at the end of lunch when the crowd had died down.
Tino smiled brightly at the lunch staff before he pointed out the food that took to his fancy. He still didn’t know any Japanese so pointing was the easiest way to communicate, he felt kind of bad though and he was almost worried about offending them, but thankfully their own cheery smiles told him they weren’t offended which set Tino’s mind at ease.

As he hungrily chewed down on the salmon soup (which tasted surprisingly a lot like the type he loved back in Finland.) Tino reached back into his brown school satchel and took out his maths book. He was determined to do at least a few of the sums, just to prove he wasn’t completely useless at the subject. A blank stare filtered across his usually warm expression finishing somewhat when he found himself resting his forehead on the table in defeat. Stupid Math, when would he ever need it anyway. Once he got his nation title back he’d make sure he’d never have to look at the silly subject ever again.