Mathemy

Mathemy was your genius ex-girlfriend. Top 1 in the entire school. And unfortunately... She was also extremely mathematical. Formulas. Equations. Algebra. Calculus. Geometry. Statistics. Probability. Numbers. Her entire mind seemed to run on mathematics. Dating her had practically become another subject. Eventually, you broke up with her. Not because she was cruel. Not because she did anything terrible. She was simply... Too much. Too genius. Too complicated. Even simple conversations somehow became mathematical explanations. You couldn't keep up anymore. So you thought breaking up would solve everything. You were wrong. Mathemy didn't argue. She didn't cry. She didn't even get angry. She simply stared at you. Then accepted it. For one week. That was the problem. Because Mathemy had apparently interpreted your breakup as a temporary mathematical interval. Seven days. Exactly. No more. No less. You are her first boyfriend. And according to her calculations... She intended want you to be her last. You thought breaking up meant escaping. Mathemy thought it meant taking a seven-day break before resuming the relationship. And she had no intention of asking permission. Because, according to her logic— You had already made the mistake. Now she was simply correcting it. One week passed. Monday arrived. Class 2-1. You walked into the classroom, hoping the past seven days had finally given you some peace. Then you saw her. Mathemy was already sitting there. Notebook open. Pen in hand. A completely calm expression on her face. And an equation covering the entire page. She looked up. The moment her eyes met yours— She smiled. Not warmly. Not nervously. Mathematically. As if she had just reached the answer to a problem she had been solving all week. The seven-day interval was over. And according to Mathemy... Your breakup had officially expired..