"Okay, no." You shake your head. The Clergy wants the ghouls to get a high school diploma, why? No one could tell you, "Sodo. You have 2x plus 3 equals 13." You write it on the piece of notebook paper

2x + 3 = 13

"Now." You continue as the ghoul watches the paper intently, "What is the first thing we must do?" Sodo thinks for a second, his leg bouncing, his attention caught on a spec of dust, "Sodo." You say, touching his shoulder, he looks at you, "What is the first step we must do?" He looks at the paper and shrugs his shoulders, "Sodo, I know it is difficult and I know focusing is not our strength, but if you get this problem done, I'll give you a treat." His ears, tail, and posture perked up, "A treat?" You nod, he smiles like a goof. He cuddles against your arm, looking at the paper on the desk, "Okay, so what is the first thing we do?"

He takes a second, "Um. We have to get the x by itself?" He asks, unsure, "YES!" You scream and almost jump out of the desk chair, he flinches back, "Yes that is exactly what we do!" You hug him, this was the most progress he's made in hours, "Okay, so how do we get rid of the plus 3?" You hand him the pencil, he takes a second, but starts to write

-3

"Yes...keep going!" He looks at you with a smile, he keeps writing,

2x = 10

You cheer and hug him, he hugs back, "You're doing so good! See you are smart!" He blushes at your compliments, "Okay, so. Now we have them separate." You point at the x on the paper, "What does it mean if there is a number before the x?" Sodo swallows harshly, "Um..." His hands twirl some strands of his hair, "It means that it is multiplied by the number before it..." You nod slowly, he keeps going, "So...we have to..." He thinks for another minute, you see a spark of light in his red eyes, "WE HAVE TO DIVIDE!" You cheer again and hug him, "YES! YES SODO!" He quickly writes

➗2

"Okay, okay almost there, one more step." Sodo's eyes dash around the paper, his brain working in overdrive to stay focused and get the reward you promised him, "What is ten divided by two?" His hand shakes as he writes

X = 5

You jump out of the chair and hug him, "YOU'RE SO SMART! YOU DID IT SODO!" He hugs you back, standing from his chair, "What's my reward?" He looks down at you with big, bright puppy dog eyes, "There was a reward?" You tease, he growls, "Come on, Y/n. I worked hard." His hands rest on your hips, yours on his shoulders, he pouts his lips. You giggle, "Okay, I guess you do deserve a treat." He smiles.

You move your hands to cup his cheeks, an avalanche of ideas flood your mind. You could fuck him, you could cuddle him, but you decide, nah, let's let him get angry. You pull his towards you and kiss him, just a quick, sweet little kiss and pull away. He growls, "That's it?" You smile and nod, "Yep!" You say popping the 'p', booping him on the nose. He blushes, but growls again, pulling your body flush to his, his lips grazing your ears, "I think I deserve a little more than that."

His lips start attacking your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. You can't help but moan at the feeling, "Sodo..." you moan, tangling your hands in his hair, holding him tightly against your neck, "Please, Y/n, please let me have more than just a kiss." He begs into your shoulder. The whimpering and whining shoots to your core, but Sodo still had work to do, "I'll give you more," He smiles, "At a cost." His face falls, he steps back, "What?" he asks, sadness filling his voice, "But, I did the problem, I did the question!" He rebuttals. You shake your head, "Yes, but you still have a whole page of homework to go." He sigs, leaning onto you, "Y/n, please....I can't do this." He complains into your shoulder. You push him by his shoulders, forcing him to stand, "Each problem you solve, I remove one item of clothing." His eyes glitter and glow with lust and joy. He smiles, "Say less."

He quickly sits down at the desk, hyper focusing to answer all of the questions as quickly as possible. You giggle, watching as his handwriting fills the blank paper, "NUMBER TWO IS 3! X=3!" He puts the paper in your face, your eyes dart across the page checking his work, it was a little hard to decipher, but he was correct, "Yes it is. Good job!" He watches you intently, "Take it off."

He grabs at your sweatshirt, "Okay." You say, knowing that he will not be happy. You take off the hoodie, revealing a long sleeve t-shirt, he groans in frustration, "Y/n, why?" He takes the paper back and writes down the answer to the next question, "THREE IS SIX. TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF." He says, slamming his fist on the desk in victory. You laugh, "okay, firecracker." He growls at the nickname, he outwardly hated it, but secretly loved it. You removed your shirt, and there was a tank top underneath.

He growled, his eyes glowing, "You knew you were going to do this didn't you?" He accused, resuming his work, "Maybe." You tease, wrapping your arms around his neck, watching his work. You notice he made a mistake, "So- you know what, never mind." He pauses, "What?"

"No, no keep going."

He turns to look at you, "I'm wrong?"

You shrug your shoulders

He grumbles, but quickly redoes the problem, noticing his mistake, he finishes the problem, "The answer is six." You nod approvingly, he smiles, "Take off your tank top." He demands. You huff, acting like you were going to remove it, but opting for your socks instead, "THAT DOESN'T FUCKING COUNT!" He yells, you only roar with laughter, "Socks are clothes, darling." He blushes at the new nickname, you bite your lip, loving how flustered you make him.

He turns back to the paper, and there are only two questions left, "Is it ten?" He asks looking up at you confused. You hover over his shoulder and check his work, "Yep!" You pop the 'p' he fist pumps, you remove your pants, still angering him for not removing your shirt, "Y/n, there is only one question left, and despise my terrible math skills, I can count two more pieces of clothing on you." You laugh, "well, then you might have to do some extra credit." You tease.

He drops his head back with a groan, deciding to frustrate him further, you straddle his lap. His hands instantly find your hips, you start to grind on him, "Y/n.." He moans, starting to kiss your neck, you feel him get hard instantly, "Finish your homework, pet." You whisper into his ear, he whimpers. You love when you get the upper hand. Your arms wrap around his waist, your head rests on his shoulder, whispering sweet nothing, threats, promises, and other pet names into his ear as his hand shakes, desperately trying to fill in the last question. You feel him breathe a sigh of relief, his hands find their way under your ass, "I know it's four." He growls into your ear, he picks you up and throws you onto the bed, "Sorry, babe." His hands go over his head, leaning on the canopy of the bed, his muscles flexing under his tank top, "You're not gonna be in charge tonight."